The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

The helicopter's wings spun and soon left the beach. Xia Yihan quietly watched the sky get closer and closer to him. Ye Zimo personally flew the helicopter towards the sea.

After flying for some time, Xia Yihan could only see the surrounding scenery change from continuous to gradually sea. He could already see any mountain range that could be docked, only the dark sea and the moonlight.

The helicopter's control panel sounded low. Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo, who was ignoring him, and couldn't help but remind him, "The engine is out of fuel."

Ye mo looked at the screen and asked gently, "If you want to see the end of the sea, I will accompany you. I will accompany you when this helicopter can no longer fly."

Ye Zimo's voice was soft and ethereal. Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo in disbelief. After a while, Xia Yihan sighed and placed his hand on Ye Zimo's, "Go back."

"Yihan, are you okay?" Xue Wenjun saw ye mo hugging Xia Yihan and asked quickly. Youze looked at Xia Yihan from afar and his face was dark.

"Let Yihan rest." Youze stepped forward and Xue Wenjun stood in front of Xia Yihan coldly. Ye Zimo glanced over, skipped the two of them, and strode back to the room with Xia Yihan in his arms.

"Is that enough?" Xue Wenjun asked coldly.

Youze was speechless and looked up at the coldness on Xue Wenjun's face. Instead, he smiled and said, "You can continue to feel sorry. I just want to see how miserable xia Yihan can be."

Xue Wenjun no longer wanted to listen to Youze's nonsense and said fiercely, "Do you really feel the pleasure of revenge? You should really take a mirror and look at your face like a stray dog."

A stray dog? Youze touched his face and couldn't help but smile. Standing in front of Xia Yihan, the syringe slowly produced the liquid. Youze looked at Xia Yihan with a frown and fell asleep very unsteadily.

On the beautiful woman's face, Yule's face and Xia Yihan's face kept overlapping. Youze frowned in pain and could hardly hold the syringe in her hand. On the first side of Xia Yihan's face, she had been injecting Xia Yihan with a drug that affected her mood. As long as this dose was added, Xia Yihan would blame herself even more.

Her hands trembled slightly as she approached Xia Yihan's skin. Xia Yihan suddenly moved. Youze's syringe fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. When Xia Yihan woke up, he saw Youze and said softly, "Do you want another shot?"

Youze picked up the syringe in his hand and looked at Xia Yihan with a visible hesitation in his eyes. Xia Yihan stretched out his arm with a chuckle, revealing his delicate blood vessels and jokingly said, "Youze, you are a doctor. How can you hesitate so much?"

Trembling, Youze pushed the syringe into Xia Yihan's skin and pulled it out again. The pain on his face deepened. He smiled and told Xia Yihan, "It's really not good to hit more children. Let's call it off today. We'll fight again tomorrow if it's not good."

In the office, Shu Huang confirmed once again, "You really don't need me here?"

Ye Zimo looked at Shu Huang and said coldly, "I have more important things for you to do. Find Zhang Han's body. I want to know how he died."

Shu Huang's eyes flashed. After Shu Huang left, Zhang Fengyi came out of the side door and sighed, "Madam, things are really not good."

Leaf pressed her lips tightly, her heart aching so much that she could not help but say, "Xia Yihan, you must hold on."

The birds outside the window were chirping happily. Xia Yihan opened the door and the bodyguards at the door surrounded him, "Madam, you should rest in the room."

Xia Yihan waved his hand and said expressionlessly, "You want to use this technique again. If I really want to do something, you can't stop me."

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, took the phone and walked away. After a while, he came back and made eye contact with his companion. Xia Yihan followed behind Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan didn't care and walked out the door in loose clothes.

Outside the door was a patch of grass. Xia Yihan breathed deeply into the moist air after the rain and casually picked a path he had never seen before.

The bodyguards followed closely and helped xia Yihan clear the fallen branches. Unconsciously, they walked to a separate cabin. Xia Yihan looked at them with interest.

"Madam, it's been a long time since anyone cleaned this place. I think it's better for us to go back." The bodyguard stepped forward.

Xia Yihan shook his head and said, "I want to go inside."

In the cabin, there was only a simple bed. There was half a cup of water on the table, and the smell of dust was everywhere. Xia Yihan turned around and wanted to leave. Suddenly, a pen stepped on his foot. The crisp voice scared Xia Yihan. He sat on the bed subconsciously and leaned back.

"Madam, are you all right?" The bodyguard hurriedly stepped forward to help Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan waved his hand and looked at a small notebook outside. Xia Yihan took it out.

Curiously, Xia Yihan's eyes reddened at the first page of the book. "This is my first week in Resort villa. The villa is really big. I want to live a rich life too. By the way, I met a woman who helped me. She has a very nice name, Xia Yihan."

It was Zhang Han's notebook, and Xia Yihan's eyes were red as she flipped through the pages until she saw zhang han's red handwriting in the notebook. "I made a mistake, and I regretted it after I finished it, but I had no choice. I love my sister, I love baoer, so I made that kind of videotape with Bao er. That man, that man is really horrible."

Xia Yihan covered her mouth and looked at Zhang Han's words in her notebook. Zhang han was dead, and Bao er was gone. The two people who hurt her the most left her one by one.

There was red blood on the last page of the notebook, and there was a cursory note on it that said, "Killed! Be careful of him!" The last one he wrote was scrawled and seemed to have been written in a flustered moment. There was still a little blood on the note.

"Who is he? How did Zhang Han die?" These doubts kept replaying in Xia Yihan's mind.

Putting the notebook back in its place, Xia Yihan packed up his mood and walked out of the house. Xia Yihan felt confused by the whole thing.

Walking out of the house, the warm sun shone on Xia Yihan, but Xia Yihan still felt a chill, a deep sense of coldness and fear for the resort.

A drop of rain fell from the branch to the tip of Xia Yihan's nose, bringing a hint of coldness. Xia Yihan looked at the drop on his finger and a huge guess came to his mind.

"If Zhang Han didn't commit suicide, wouldn't Bao er's death be an accident?" Bao er looked at himself in horror. He didn't seem to be shouting for help. He seemed to say something.

Xia Yihan felt that he couldn't wait any longer and went to the swimming pool almost non-stop. Since Bao er died, no one wanted to swim in the pool, so the pool was sealed.

Xia Yihan walked to this place that made him afraid. There was a living life here that died to save his child. There was a dry and flat swimming ring in the swimming pool. Xia Yihan struggled to pick up the swimming ring with a long stick.

A thin layer of gray had already fallen on the swimming ring. Xia Yihan stroked the ring and carefully looked for it. A hard piece pierced Xia Yihan near the inflatable mouth.

Struggling to tear open the swimming ring, a small air gun bullet appeared alone. There was no problem with Nian Mo's swimming ring. Someone had punctured it on purpose. Did someone let her die on purpose when baoer was saving nianmo?

Xia Yihan thought about it carefully and walked in the direction of bao' er's swimming with his eyes closed. At that time, he thought that Bao er was asking for help from him, but from bao' er's eyes, it seemed that the other party was looking at the second floor?

The sun was shining brightly on the second floor terrace, and Xia Yihan was sweating from the ground floor. That was the fear of getting close to the truth. The terrace was cleaned very clean. Xia Yihan looked carefully, her eyes refracted by the light. Xia Yihan closed her eyes slightly, looking for the source of the light.

It was a piece of broken glass that was left in the air vent and forgotten by the careless cleaners. Xia Yihan looked at the dark red stain on it and smelled it as if there was still a lingering smell. Gently placing the glass shards into Zhang Han's notebook, Xia Yihan walked downstairs, confused.

At night, ye mo was continuously giving orders, and one document after another made him frown. He arranged the tasks in an orderly manner, and the door was pushed open with a creaking sound.

Xia Yihan was wearing pajamas up to her ankles and hugged the pillow to her chest. She asked Ye Zimo hesitantly, "I know you're busy. Can I occupy a corner? I don't want to be alone."

Seeing that Ye Zimo did not reply, Xia Yihan was a little anxious and quickly pointed to the sofa in the corner and said, "Can I just lie there? I won't disturb you."

"I'm angry." Ye Zimo said faintly.

Xia Yihan remembered that he had disobeyed Ye Zimo and ran out on his own today. The other party must be angry at this matter. He lowered his head and dared not look at Ye Zimo. Xia Yihan lowered his head and replied, "Then I won't bother you."

The pillow in his arms was pulled out and his forehead was flicked lightly. Xia Yihan looked up in pain and looked at the familiar Ye Zimo with tears in his eyes. Ye Zimo said seriously, "I'm angry."

"I'm leaving. What else do you want?" Xia Yihan muttered in grievance, trying to grab his pillow. Ye Zimo raised his arm and held it high, repeating, "I'm angry."

Xia Yihan looked at his pillow as strong as his arms and asked dejectedly, "Do you want me to apologize, then I..."

"Idiot!" Ye Zimo lowered his head and put the pillow on Xia Yihan's head. He turned his head and bit Xia Yihan on the tip of his nose. His eyes were filled with a helpless indulgence for Xia Yihan, "I said I was angry because you can't possess me arrogantly. You possess my sofa arrogantly, my people."

Ye Zimo's words made Xia Yihan unable to turn the corner for a moment. Ye Zimo sighed."

"Who's not smart? You're not allowed to speak ill of me. Baby will hear you!" Xia Yihan could hear it clearly and retorted quickly.