The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

The door was knocked, and the secretary led Xia Yihan in. He saw the situation in the conference room and bowed, "I'm sorry, president ye said he had lunch with Miss Xia at this time. Sorry to bother you."

"Yihan?" Xue Wenjun raised his eyebrows and said, "I have now decided by the representative that I want miss Xia Yihan to be the partner and replace miss Bao er."

Bao er's face turned pale and looked at Ye Zimo with grievance. Ye Zimo said faintly, "Xia Yihan is not suitable."

Seeing ye mo speak for himself, Bao er looked at Ye Zimo happily. Youze frowned beside her. This woman was really stupid. Ye Zimo just didn't want Xia Yihan to go out and make a public appearance.

"I think it's quite appropriate. Then, isn't it up to me to decide whether it's suitable or not?" Xue Wenjun looked at Ye Zimo provocatively.

Xia Yihan walked into the conference room and felt everyone looking at him. "What's wrong? Am I disturbing you?" Xia Yihan said apologetically.

"No, no, I want to ask you something. Would you like to replace miss Bao er as my partner?" Xue Wenjun looked at Xia Yihan with a smile.

Xia Yihan pointed at himself in confusion and said, "I'm a designer. I might not be able to help."

"Why don't we vote for it? It's Yihan, Ye Boss and Xue Wenjun who have the final say here. Let's vote for it." Youze suddenly spoke.

When Xue Wenjun heard youze calling him, his eyes fluttered and he said slowly, "It's a good idea. Priority students always make decisions that surprise me at the critical moment."

Youze glared at Xue Wenjun. Ye mo said faintly from the side, "Bao er." Bao er didn't expect ye mo to help him like this.

Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo. Although she didn't care about the position, she did care that Ye Zimo chose someone else without hesitation, as if she was underestimating her ability.

"Miss Xia, what about you?" Xue Wenjun looked at Xia Yihan and shook his two fingers to remind Xia Yihan of what he had promised him.

"Yes, I promise." Xia Yihan looked at Xue Wenjun and said.

Ye mo stood up and grabbed Xia Yihan's wrist with a livid face and walked out the door without saying a word. "Yihan." Youze got up and tried to catch up.

Xue Wenjun said faintly, "It's time to solve your and my problems."

"I have nothing to say to you." Youze said with a cold face.

"Oh, is that so?" Xue Wenjun raised his eyebrows and continued, "So you must take revenge to be willing?"

Youze did not speak and his eyes burst with fierce hatred, "My only sister jumped off a building for him. How could I let go of this and make them happy?"

In the garden, Xia Yihan tried to shake off Ye Zimo's hand. Ye Zimo frowned and said, "Stop it."

"So now I'm just messing around in your eyes, right?" Xia Yihan gasped and stared at Ye Zimo.

"Don't mess with that man." Ye Zimo said faintly. The legend of that man never stopped. He was a man in black and white who covered the sky in france.

Xia Yihan took a step back and stepped away from Ye Zimo, "I'm not messing around. He wants me to do him a favor, and I just do it. Okay, I need to get ready."

Ye Zimo did not dissuade him again. Looking at Xia Yihan's back, Shu Huang appeared beside him and said faintly, "Do you need me to deal with him?"

Ye yemo turned his eyes back, "No, send more people to protect her."

As the car sped along the road, Xue Wenjun said to Xia Yihan, who was not in the right state, "After the establishment of the xing an business circle, it will become the second largest business circle in the world."

"Yeah." Xia Yihan answered faintly.

Xue Wenjun found it interesting and raised his eyebrows, "And ye mo will become the youngest rich person on the global rich list."

"Oh." Xia Yihan continued to look out the window.

Do you know how many cars are following us? It seems that ye ye mo really cares about you." Xue Wenjun saw Xia Yihan's reaction with satisfaction.

Xia Yihan looked around the back of the car. Xue wenjun wrapped his hands around Yihan's cheeks and said with a smile, "If you turn your neck again, it will break."

The light under the car window flashed, and Xue Wenjun smiled clearly, continuing to hold Xia Yihan's cheeks and make pinching movements.

"Let go of me." Xia Yihan pouted. Xue Wenjun chuckled, "I don't understand how a dead face like Ye Zimo could have such a lovely woman like you around."

Xia Yihan sat down and was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Xue Wenjun anymore. Xue Wenjun, who was beside him, said faintly, "Sit down."

Before Xia Yihan could react, the car sped to the side. A few "S" cars overtook four or five cars and ran far ahead.

"You're crazy!" Xia Yihan said in shock. Xue Wenjun sat with a smile and said, "This is fun."

"Ye Boss, madam lost her car." Shu Huang looked down at Ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo tapped lightly on the table, and the crisp rhythmic sound made Shu Huang more and more nervous. "All of you, come back."

Ye Zimo ordered coldly. Shu Huang was surprised, "All back? Not following?"

Ye mo glanced at Shu Huang and said coldly, "Don't let me say it again."

Xue Wenjun smiled and asked Xia Yihan to get out of the car. As expected, the car was parked in a huge open space. "This is the biggest business circle in the future, one of the most profitable places in the world."

Xue Wenjun let go of xia Yihan's hand and looked around. There were already workers working. Xia Yihan looked at Xue Wenjun and said, "This is the first thing I promised you."

Xue Wenjun looked at Xia Yihan with a smile, "Of course, I didn't expect you to be such a trustworthy person, Yihan. Ye Zimo doesn't deserve you at all. Why don't you follow me?"

Xia Yihan looked at Xue Wenjun's approaching face and fixed his gaze on each other. There was only one finger left between the cheeks, and he could vaguely feel each other's breath.

"Why don't you keep acting?" Xia Yihan looked fixedly at Xue Wenjun. Xue Wenjun stood up straight and left Xia Yihan, "What do you want to say?"

"Are you afraid of touching girls?" Xia Yihan stepped forward and tried to catch Xue Wenjun. Xue Wenjun's face changed. He threw Xia Yihan away and his face twisted, "Don't touch me."

Xia Yihan confirmed his guess and calmly looked at Xue Wenjun and said, "This is not an insurmountable thing. Come on!"

Xue Wenjun smiled bitterly? How can he cheer? The pride of heaven is actually a man who is afraid of women. For decades, even women dare not hold hands?

A worker's exclamation rang out beside them. Xia Yihan and Xue Wenjun looked to one side at the same time. A worker on the tall building was standing on the top of the reinforced concrete slab.

Xue Wenjun frowned. The most taboo in the commercial building was to jump off the building. He didn't lift his head and ran to the elevator. Xia Yihan watched as Xue Wenjun ran upstairs without any protection and followed with his helmet in his arms.

"All of you go away! All of them are snobs. Why can't you give me my hard-earned money?" The man was hopping around on the steel bar in a rage. The steel bar was crumbling and no one around him dared to get close.

"Relax and don't be impulsive." Xue Wenjun pushed aside the crowd and waved at the migrant worker who was about to jump off the building, trying to calm him down.

"I hate you rich people to death! Look at the way you dress up every day and have a bright future as soon as you're born. But what about us? We work so hard to earn money, and in the end we can't even get paid!" The migrant workers were even more excited to see Xue Wenjun.

The surrounding migrant workers were agitated and had a bad attitude towards Xue Wenjun. Some even started to surround Xue Wenjun.

"Calm down, all of you!" Xue Wenjun's face turned cold as the tiny figure rushed in front of the crowd, "Xia Yihan, what are you doing out here? Get back."

"You all need to calm down so that we can solve the problem." Xia Yihan carefully raised his hands so that everyone could see his sincerity.

"Go away, I'll talk to her!" The migrant workers shouted. Xue Wenjun looked at Xia Yihan with obvious worry in his eyes. These migrant workers could not make sense without reason.

Xia Yihan nodded to xue wenjun, and Xue Wenjun gradually stepped back, watching Xia Yihan's every move, waiting for the problem to save Xia Yihan.

"Listen to me. We can discuss any problem." Xia Yihan approached the migrant worker slowly, and the wind gave her a headache.

"Who are you? Is there any use in your words?" The farmer looked at Xia Yihan and shouted.

Xia Yihan couldn't wait to hold himself up so high that the other party would believe him. He nodded quickly, "My name is Xia Yihan. I'm a jewelry designer. My baby is Ye Zimo's. You know Ye Zimo. He's the biggest boss in the business world. He can definitely help you."

The farmer said doubtfully, "How can I trust you?"

Xia Yihan was speechless and a faint voice came from the side, "What she said is true."

Ye Zimo looked up and down at Xia Yihan, and only hugged her gently when he saw that the other party was fine. When he saw Ye Zimo, Xia Yihan put his weight on Ye Zimo, and his feet were so soft that he couldn't exert any strength.

"Are you really the president of the Ye group?" The migrant worker looked at Ye Zimo suspiciously.

Ye Zimo said faintly, "You can come down and verify it yourself or jump down and wait for your family to cry for you and then let them verify it."

The migrant worker hesitated for a while, and the other workers took the opportunity to grab him by the shoulder and pull him down. Ye Zimo walked up to Xue Wenjun with Xia Yihan in his arms. Without saying a word, he gently placed Xia Yihan on the chair next to him and looked at Xue Wenjun coldly. He loosened his wrist and punched Xue Wenjun in the cheek.

Xue Wenjun was beaten sideways and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, wiping the blood off his lips. Xue Wenjun smiled coldly, "Very good."

A quick punch hit Ye Zimo. Ye Zimo easily dodged and punched him in the lower abdomen. The two of them were fighting fiercely.

Xia Yihan watched as Ye Zimo gradually gained the upper hand. Xue Wenjun was cornered and might fall back. He rushed up and hugged Xue Wenjun in a hurry.

Ye Zimo moved his fist away. Xue Wenjun's body was so stiff that he couldn't move. He could only look at Xia Yihan in a daze. "Fighting on top is dangerous." Xia Yihan let go of Xue Wenjun and turned around to support Ye Zimo. He shook his head and fainted.