The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan looked at Xue Wenjun, who was dressed up and ready to go out, and asked curiously, "Are you still going out this late?"

Xue Wenjun smiled bitterly, "I'm not going out, I'm going back."

Go back? Xia Yihan thought of Alan's words and couldn't help but ask Xue Wenjun curiously, "Can't everyone stay here?"

Xue Wenjun nodded and said, "Don't look at the size of this house, but there are only three people staying here at night, housekeeper Carle, master Marie, and you. Even the servants live 300 meters away from the house."

Xue Wenjun's words made Xia Yihan's hair stand on end. He couldn't help but look up. The entire european building was brightly lit, but there were only three people in fact!

"Why are you afraid?" Xue Wenjun approached Xia Yihan and watched him avoid laughing like a rabbit in shock, "If you're afraid, I can let you lean on my shoulder."

Xia Yihan glanced at Xue Wenjun and mustered up the courage to say, "You'd better go! It's going to be dawn if we don't leave!"

Xue Wenjun nodded indifferently and walked into the car. Suddenly, he rolled down the window and said to Xia Yihan seriously, "Don't go out these few nights if you hear strange noises, okay?"

"A strange sound?" What's that? Xia Yihan wanted to ask Xue Wenjun that Xue Wenjun had already driven away, leaving only the flickering lights.

Xia Yihan couldn't sleep after Xue Wenjun made such a fuss. When she thought that there were only three people in the whole building, which was a few hundred meters long, she felt a little scared.

He took out his phone and looked at it. Hesitantly, he pressed the first button of the quick call. The voice of the call was like an unknown place that made people anxious. Xia Yihan suddenly pressed the phone down and put his head under the pillow.

The phone suddenly rang, and Xia Yihan picked it up in a hurry. The voice on the phone was very clear, as if it was not night.

"Yihan?" Ye Zimo's voice was faint.

"How did you know it was me?" Xia Yihan remembered that Ye Zimo had never called, because no matter where she was, there were people following her. It was not her turn to bring the phone.

Ye Zimo, who was on the other end of the line, chuckled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep." Xia Yihan said pitifully, her mind moving. Ye Zimo said coquettishly, "I want to hear a story."

As soon as the conversation ended, there was a brief silence on the phone, followed by a slight noise from the phone clasped on the table. It took five minutes to pick it up. Ye Zimo's voice was still faint, "There's a story about big bad wolf and little red riding hood in Nian Mo's room?"

"Poof, that's it." Xia Yihan lay flat, put his phone next to his ear and said with a smile. There was a sound of flipping pages on the phone. Ye Zimo's voice was soft with a low magnetic voice. She read the fairy tale in a dull voice.

"From then on, big bad wolf and little red riding hood lived a happy life. It's over." Ye Zimo said without changing his tone.

Xia Yihan couldn't help but smile when he thought of ye mo holding the fairy tale book in his hands. He almost stopped smiling and pleaded, "Let's have one."

The phone was locked on the table again. This time, it took even longer until Xia Yihan was bored to death before he was picked up. "Snow white vagabond?"

Xia Yihan didn't know when he fell asleep, but the steady voice on the other end of the phone was like the most effective hypnotic and amulet.

Xia Yihan rubbed his eyes and got up. The phone was still on. He picked up the phone and shouted, "Ye Zimo?"

"Yeah." The other end of the phone was picked up very quickly. Xia Yihan was surprised, "You didn't hang up all night?"

Ye Zimo's voice returned to its usual calm, but Xia Yihan recognized some indulgence. "Hang up." The phone was hung up neatly.

The chaotic footsteps of the servants downstairs caught Xia Yihan's attention. Xia Yihan walked downstairs and the Qiubite followed suit.

"Get over here, you cat!" A man rushed out of the room and yelled at the Qiubite. When he saw Xia Yihan, he quickly put on a smiling face, "Yuanyuan?"

"You know I'm not Yuanyuan. You can call me Xia Yihan when grandma Marie isn't around." For some reason, this man gave himself a much worse feeling than Alan and spoke more cautiously.

"Hehe, since my mother thinks of you as Yuanyuan, why don't we just pretend? After all, she doesn't have much time." Guohao sighed and looked sad, but Xia Yihan felt a chill behind him.

The Qiubite shouted, and the man looked at the Qiubite and muttered, "This cat has made my room a mess. Sooner or later, I will clean him up!"

Yihan smiled at xia. Guohao glared at the Qiubite and left. The Qiubite looked at guohao with strange eyes. It rubbed against Yihan's pants leg. Xia Yihan lowered his head and took out a beautiful eye patch from the color of his hair.

"Which servant dropped it?" Xia Yihan muttered.

At the dinner table, Alan, guohao and Xue Wenjun were all there. Marie was the last to arrive and saw Xia Yihan hugging Xia Yihan affectionately, "Dear baby, grandma will take you shopping in Las Vegas today."

Alan looked at Xia Yihan's face and said to Marie, "Mom, there is a venture capital company in the united states that wants to rent some of our land to build a mall. I think the conditions are good. I think this plan can be done."

Marie glanced at Alan lightly and said, "We'll talk about this later."

Alan was so angry that the national tyrant next to him looked at Alan with a smile, his triangular eyes filled with irrepressible pride and ridicule.

At night, Xia Yihan couldn't sleep. The emerald on the table glowed green. The phone rang. Xia Yihan looked at the caller id and picked it up excitedly, "How did you know I couldn't sleep?"

Ye Zimo's voice was still faint. The sound of flipping through the book was short and sharp. He asked with a smile, "Continue?"

Xia Yihan thought of ye mo reading a fairy tale book and his mood was inexplicably high. Then he said to Ye Zimo with some depression, "I think this place is a little strange."

"Reason?" Ye Zimo on the phone seemed to stop flipping through the book and his voice became serious.

Xia Yihan thought for a moment and then answered honestly, "I don't know. I just feel like everyone in this house is wearing a mask. I can't read it."

"If you want to leave, you can leave anytime." Ye Zimo said faintly. Just as Xia Yihan was about to answer, she suddenly remembered that Marie had used half of the shares to make Ye Zimo leave her side and began to feel sad again.

"Plop." There was a sound of something falling outside the door. Xia Yihan didn't think much about picking up the phone and chased out. It was quiet outside, only a row of portraits. The people in the portraits seemed to be looking at Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan held the phone tightly and looked around nervously. The portrait at the end of the corridor was no stranger to Xia Yihan, a smiling face, cute dimples, Marie's favorite granddaughter, Yuanyuan!

"Katz!" Katz, a slight noise came to mind at the bottom of the stairs. Xia Yihan hurriedly used the light from his cell phone to shine down. At the corner of the corridor, a figure in a long white dress drifted past.

There seemed to be eyes staring at him from behind. Xia Yihan turned slightly to look at Yuanyuan in the portrait. The person who just floated past seemed to be Yuanyuan?

"Xia Yihan, go back to your room." Ye Zimo's voice on the phone carried an irresistible order.

Xia Yihan mechanically turned around and ran back, missing the eyes that were staring at him from the staircase. The next day, Xia Yihan packed his bags and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help patting his face.

When the doorbell rang, it seemed to be pressed twice in a hurry. When Carle saw Xia Yihan open the door, he said in a somewhat hurried voice, "The master is in a bad condition. Can I trouble Miss Xia to come over and take a look?"

Xia Yihan followed the housekeeper all the way to Marie's room. In the middle of the huge room, there was only a large carved bed. A few doctors followed him around.

Marie saw xia Yihan coming and waved like Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan quickly went to hold the old man's withered hand. "Yuanyuan, I'm sorry. Grandma killed you." Marie murmured, looking at Xia Yihan with an indescribable look in his eyes.

Xia Yihan gently patted Marie on the back. The doctor whispered to Carle from the side, "There's still a month left. Try to follow her and let her go at ease during this time."

Holding Xia Yihan's hand, Marie slept peacefully until he was sedated before Xia Yihan took his hand out. "One more month, Miss Xia. One more month." There were obvious tears in Carle's eyes.

As he walked in the garden, the fierce noise made Xia Yihan stop abruptly.

"She's just an outsider. You need to be so nervous. Look at you now." Guohao looked disdainful.

"Outsider? You know mom doesn't even want to see us. We only want to see her. When you look at the will, you'll know that outsiders are the big winners." Alan's voice was shrill and melodious.

These two people don't seem as disharmonious and hostile as they seem outside? Xia Yihan thought strangely. His feet slipped and the withered leaves made a crisp sound.

"Who!" Guohao and Alan shouted at the same time.

With both hands gently covering Xia Yihan's mouth, he pulled Yihan down and ran away quickly from the path. Xue Wenjun looked at Xia Yihan panting and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Xia Yihan patted his chest and couldn't help but ask the question in his heart, "What's going on here?!"

Xue Wen looked at Xia Yihan for a long time before pulling Xia Yihan aside and saying seriously, "You know you look like Marie's granddaughter, Yuanyuan, right?"

Xia Yihan nodded and Xue Wenjun said seriously, "It's not that you look like Yuanyuan, but Yuanyuan looks like you! Yuanyuan was one of those people who liked Ye Zimo a long time ago. She only went for plastic surgery after you showed up."

Xia Yihan opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say. The information was ridiculous. Xue Wenjun smiled and said, "Yuanyuan was in a car accident six months ago. She ran after three cars. She died on the spot, but it wasn't an accident. Marie always thought that the murderer was one of the family members. Do you understand what I said?"