The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan smiled and did not refute. Instead, Xue Wenjun sneered unhappily and said, "If she's a nanny, you won't even get a job as a cleaner!"

"You! Xue Wenjun, you're going too far. I just want to know who she is." The girl opened her eyes wide, her eyes reddened under her delicate makeup.

Xue Wenjun frowned slightly. His handsome eyes suddenly widened and he said to the woman, "Do you want to know who she is?" He grabbed Xia Yihan and said to the stunned woman, "She's the only woman I can touch."

The woman looked at Xue Wenjun in surprise as she gently wrapped her arms around Xia Yihan's shoulder and then looked at xia Yihan's clothes. She could not help but mutter, "So he likes this type."

As soon as the woman left, Xue Wenjun immediately let go of Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan said immediately before Xue Wenjun could speak, "Don't use milk as a thank you gift."

Xue Wenjun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It seems that today's thank-you gift is going to cost a fortune. Then do I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"

The red ferrari was driving along the road, and several mercedes approached quietly. Xue Wenjun looked in the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Run away."

Xia Yihan was shocked, "How do you know?!"

Xue Wen curled his lips in the rearview mirror and suddenly smiled, "Sit down." Xia Yihan gave Xue Wenjun a strange look and grabbed the handle.

Xue Wenjun smiled a little evilly and increased his horsepower to get into the front train. He put on a z-shape and drove nimbly on the highway. The mercedes behind him chased after him.

"Ye Zimo really paid for it." Xue Wenjun looked excitedly at the rearview mirror driving forward. Not long after driving, there was a c in front of the test, one by one the test was very slow.

"It's strange. There's never been a test here." Xue Wenjun rubbed his chin, then thought of the mastermind behind the scenes, smiled, only ye mo had such face.

Four mercedes cars lined up and entered a maserati from the middle. A man in a black suit stepped out of the car and looked at the besieged ferrari with a serious look.

"Looks like we can only treat you to this meal later." Xue Wenjun said with a smile as he looked at the stern and cold man in the rearview mirror.

Xia Yihan sighed. She thought she could run longer this time. She greeted Xue Wenjun and Xia Yihan got out of the car.

Ye mo looked at Xia Yihan's outfit and his face changed a little. He took Xia Yihan's waist and whispered in Xia Yihan's ear, "This plan is good. I know how to change a leopard for a crown prince."

Xia Yihan lowered his head in embarrassment, "This dress was changed with another mother."

Ye Zimo's body stiffened slightly. He grabbed Xia Yihan's shoulder and stuffed Xia Yihan into the car. The car rushed out under the yellow line.

The designer looked at Ye Zimo and greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Ye" looked at Xia Yihan and looked at Xia Yihan suspiciously a few times before saying, "Miss Xia?"

"Clothes." Ye Zimo said succinctly.

The designer understood and led Xia Yihan into the dressing room, and soon Xia Yihan came out looking completely new.

"Miss Xia, don't try such a scary style so easily next time." The designer pinched the orchid finger and said.

Ye Zimo glanced at the designer and took Xia Yihan's shoulder in satisfaction. Outside the door, the nanny held the phone and said to xia Yihan and Ye Zimo, "Dr. Tang just called. He said that his wife in the united states gave birth early, so he wanted to rush back to china. He asked if he could make a mistake to Mrs. Tang. You went to dr. Tang's colleague, dr. Fei, for prenatal training."

Ye mo frowned. Ever since the Youze incident, he had been very concerned about Xia Yihan's doctor. He took out his cell phone and said the names of the prenatal training center and the doctor to Zhang Fengyi on the phone.

Xia Yihan knew that the Youze incident made Ye Zimo feel insecure, and ye thanked Ye Zimo for being so nervous. Half an hour later, both of them left the office of the prenatal training center.

Philo looked at the serious Ye Zimo in front of him with a laugh and gently persuaded him, "Mr. Ye, this is not a mall. Next to it is your favorite person and your child. You can relax."

Ye Zimo's expression changed slightly, and Xia Yihan hurriedly came to an end, "Then let's start."

Philo said with some embarrassment, "Maybe we should make a mistake today. A few mothers have joined us temporarily. Can we train together?"

Ye Zimo had already started to take out his phone. Xia Yihan held Ye Zimo's hand and blinked, "Will there be a lot of mommy training together?"

Philo nodded and watched Ye Zimo silently take the phone back because Xia Yihan took the initiative to hold hands, sighing that there was really someone in this world who could subdue Ye Zimo.

In the spacious classroom, the mothers frequently cast their eyes at ye mo. Finally, they looked up at their husband and sighed. They could not help but mutter, "Look at him, the richest man! She looks like a mixed-race model! The point is still that I love my wife very much. Why did I marry you?"

The man looked at his wife scolding him and muttered to himself, "Then you should see her too, famous designer. She's pregnant and has such a good figure. She looks so beautiful."

The two of them talked louder and louder. Ye Zimo glanced at them, and the people in the room shut up, not daring to look at them again.

"Okay, dads, now please take Baby's head." Philo picked up the fake doll in his hand and said to the people present.

Ye Zimo unbuttoned his suit and shirt, looked at Philo for a moment, and then held the child in his arms. Some of the men who had twisted the child's head were ruthlessly despised by their wives.

"Why are you so familiar?" Xia Yihan asked curiously.

Ye Zimo's face suddenly turned an undetectable red, because he had seen this chapter before he went to bed in Losangeles yesterday.

Philo nodded with satisfaction and then said, "Please put Baby in the bathtub. Be careful not to let the water run through Baby's nose, or else..."

"Dad, I was scalded to death..." A childish voice suddenly sounded. Philo looked at Ye Zimo and smiled, "Otherwise, it would have sounded like Mr. Ye's Baby."

Ye Zimo was focused on what he was doing. Xia Yihan shifted his gaze to Ye Zimo's hand and noticed that Ye Zimo's fingertips were trembling slightly. He asked in a low voice, "Are you nervous?"

Ye Zimo's hand stopped abruptly and looked at xia Yihan. The threat in his eyes was obvious. Xia Yihan stuck out his tongue and shut up.

As soon as he stepped out of the training center, Ye Zimo was a little relieved, and his palms were covered in thin sweat. Xia Yihan jumped onto the car with ease, and then a short scream came from inside.

Ye Zimo took the first shot and quickly opened the door. Four or five bodyguards drew their guns at Xia Yihan's cat!

Ye Zimo waved his hand. The bodyguards took the gun back and scattered it around. Xia Yihan touched the little white cat's hair and smiled, "As soon as I got in the car, it jumped at me. It scared me to death."

The chubby white cat licked Xia Yihan's hand lazily. Ye Zimo frowned and reached out to see if the white cat had any famous brands on it. The white cat seemed to have noticed with a wave of its paw that two blood marks had been cut on Ye Zimo's tiger.

Xia Yihan saw that Ye Zimo's face was suddenly cold, so he quickly scratched the white cat and taught him, "A good boy can't scratch people." The white cat glanced at Ye Zimo as if it understood, turned its butt towards Ye Zimo, and looked up and down at Yihan's arm, coquettish and coquettish.

Ye mo closed the door and got into the car expressionlessly. Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo pitifully, "Shall we keep him? I don't think he has any marks on him. No one wants him."

Ye Zimo looked at the white cat quietly. The Thailand royal cat's eyes were different in color, and it usually cost more than $ 3,000.

The white cat seemed to know that ye mo was looking at him, and his yellow and blue eyes were also looking at Ye Zimo. The car fell into a short silence. Ye Zimo looked at the white cat in such a mysterious way that his eyes were not clear.

"Meow..." The white cat was defeated. It climbed down from Xia Yihan and sat on the sofa obediently. It fawned at ye mo.

"Are you ready?" Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo with his hands folded. Ye Zimo could not deny that, "Drive." After a while, Xia Yihan's cheers and the cat's happy cries rang in the car.

In the room, Xia Yihan was sitting on the sofa. The cat went up to Ye Zimo and barked. Seeing that the other party did not show any sign of it, it jumped on Xia Yihan's leg boldly. Meow meow meow, begging for Xia Yihan's touch.

Xia Yihan raised his head in surprise and asked, "Did something happen just now?"

Ye mo flipped through the book and said calmly, "No."

"Bang!" With another harsh sound, Ye Zimo stood up discontentedly, kissed Xia Yihan's ear and said gently, "Don't run around, wait for me to come back."

Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo's back as he left. The cat suddenly looked out of the window. After a slight noise, an explosive head covered in leaves came in.

"Qiubite, you are here." The boy had white tiger teeth and shouted in surprise at the cat on Xia Yihan's lap.

"Excuse me... How did you get up on the third floor?" Xia Yihan strangely interrupted the boy's rich giggle.

The boy looked at Xia Yihan and his face suddenly changed. A look of death appeared on his smiling face and he said seriously, "Are you the one who took cupid away?"

Before Xia Yihan could explain, the boy quickly reached out and grabbed cupid on Xia Yihan's leg like lightning. Before he could get close to Xia Yihan, a loud noise flashed in front of him. The boy had been blown away and hung on the wall, panting.

Ye Zimo played with the pistol in his hand and said faintly, "As long as you are one centimeter ahead, then your head may be there now, or here, but it won't be on your head."

The boy exclaimed, "My god, you are too violent."

Xia Yihan moved his head from Ye Zimo's shoulder and said, "You're not much better. You just came up and shouted for help."

The boy pursed his lips and looked around, muttering, "More people bully less people."

As soon as he spoke, several bodyguards had already surrounded the boy.