The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ye Zimo was shocked, then his face turned cold, and he said with a frightening expression, "I know, or he might have to report to another place today."

Ye Zimo rubbed Xia Yihan's tiny earlobe and the exquisite emerald on it. Xia Yihan asked curiously, "You seem to like these earrings very much."

"Hehe, because this is to make sure I can find your weapon." Ye mo took the earring off xia Yihan's ear, rubbed it with his long hands, and a small monitor appeared in front of Xia Yihan.

"So you know everything I do!" Xia Yihan didn't know whether he should be angry or not. Ye Zimo hugged Xia Yihan tightly again, as if he were talking to himself, "Even if you blame me, I can't let you out of my sight."

Xia Yihan suddenly wailed and groaned softly. Ye Zimo's face changed and he got up to call for someone. Xia Yihan grabbed Ye Zimo's hand and said with a flushed face, "It's okay. It's Baby."

Ye Zimo didn't really relax until she saw Xia Yihan's face return to normal. When she saw Xia Yihan's face turn red again, Ye Zimo's voice sounded a little harsh, "Did she kick you again?"

Xia Yihan shook his head and pointed shyly at Ye Zimo's torso. "Is this okay?" He whispered."

Ye mo looked at Xia Yihan with a gentle smile, and his wet hands moved Xia Yihan, saying softly and hoarsely, "Maybe you can feel it for yourself."

Back in Washington, Xia Yihan uncomfortably gathered his clothes and tried to remove the mark on Ye Zimo's neck. There was a slight noise coming from upstairs. Xia Yihan looked up and his eyelids widened. A flowerpot fell straight towards xia Yihan from upstairs.

"Yihan, be careful!" Xue Wenjun turned around and hugged Xia Yihan. The flowerpot hit Xue Wenjun's back impartially. Xue Wenjun snorted and looked at Xia Yihan with some blame, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Xia Yihan held Xue Wenjun in his arms, his hands sticky with blood. He opened his hands and saw that the warm blood was all over Xue Wenjun's back brain. In the hospital, Xue Wenjun smiled and said to the red-rimmed Xia Yihan, "I'm really fine. A child like you will be born a crybaby."

Xia Yihan remembered that the doctor had stitched so many needles into the back of Xue Wenjun's head that tears were about to fall, "Get well quickly."

"If you want me to get better soon, just stay by my side." Xue Wenjun looked into Xia Yihan's eyes and made a serious promise. Xia Yihan lowered his head awkwardly. Then Xue Wenjun suddenly smiled and rubbed Xia Yihan's hair. He whispered, "The last thing I want to see is your dilemma. I will wait until a ray of sunshine named Xia Yihan comes into my heart."

Xia Yihan sniffled and apologized with a lump in his throat, "It's all my fault. If only I hadn't left there."

There was thunder outside the window, and soon it began to rain. Xue Wenjun's voice was harsh, "This may not be an accident."

Xue Wenjun's words made Xia Yihan feel frightened. All the way back to Washington, this place full of conspiracies looked even gloomier in the rain. He habitually came to Marie's room. Xia Yihan asked Carle, "Is grandma better?"

Carle shook his head and said worriedly, "I've been in a coma and I don't know how long I can last."

Back in the room, Xia Yihan was surprised to find that his room had been turned over again. What did that person want? Xia Yihan began to look around the room. It was an ordinary girl's room, full of pink. Xia Yihan walked around and looked at the girl in the frame.

Although Xue Wenjun said that Yuanyuan had plastic surgery on Xia Yihan, she could still see that Yuanyuan should be a cheerful girl between her eyebrows. Xia Yihan sighed slightly.

"Meow!" A white shadow from the window fell on Xia Yihan and knocked the frame in Xia Yihan's hand to the ground.

"Qiubite! Where the hell have you been!" Xia Yihan pounced on the pink powder standing on the Qiubite and pinched it, "Blush? There shouldn't be any blush in this Washington, so who used it?" The Qiubite made Xia Yihan feel confused.

Seeing that the Qiubite wanted to jump to the ground, Xia Yihan hurriedly stopped them, "I'll clean up the broken glass first!"

The voice stopped with Xia Yihan's gaze, and behind the broken glass behind the round picture, there was another picture. Xia Yihan picked up the photo. It was a woman with long curly hair and a white robe. Her eyes were sharp and cold.

This is the woman that Xia Yihan saw at the stairs. "There's only mary, Carle, and me in Washington. Who is that woman? How could it be in Washington?" Xia Yihan said to the phone in confusion.

"The photo in your hand may be the evidence that that person has always wanted." Ye Zimo's voice was faint, and occasionally there was the sound of typing on the keyboard.

"But that woman seems to know this building very well. Why is it so big that no one can find her here, and what is her purpose?" Xia Yihan mumbled as he looked at the photo.

"At 10: 10, Xia Yihan goes to bed." The sound of typing stopped and Ye Zimo's voice continued.

Xia Yihan muttered, "Then I'll go to sleep." After hanging up the phone, Xia Yihan put the headphones into his ears and hummed softly to the music.

The phone suddenly rang again. Ye Zimo said rudely, "Don't make your earphones so loud. And keep your phone away from the pillow."

After instructing Ye Zimo to hang up the phone cleanly, Xia Yihan pressed the plush doll on her grandmother's emerald and stuck out her tongue to sleep.

"Yuanyuan, are you so interested in reading here?" Xia Yihan took off his sunglasses. Xia Yihan felt that this man could accept him so easily.

"Hello." Xia Yihan sat up with a stiff posture. Guohao smiled and waved his hand close to Xia Yihan. He reached out and flipped through the book in xia Yihan's hand, "The old house in the seven corners attic? This book is quite interesting."

Guohao exuded a special fragrance. Xia Yihan took a closer sniff and suddenly remembered that it smelled exactly like the powder from the Qiubite yesterday.

"What's wrong with you?" Guohao asked with concern. Xia Yihan shook his head and said with a smile, "Nothing."

Guohao smiled, turned around and said meaningfully, "Like the seven corners loft, this Washington is also full of corruption."

In the ward, the nurse, accompanied by the nurse beside her, stammered to Xue Wenjun, "My name is xiao meng, can I know you?"

The nurse looked at Xue Wenjun with flushed cheeks. Xue Wenjun smiled faintly and pointed to Xia Yihan outside the door, "I'm sorry, I don't want my lover to misunderstand."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." The nurse ran past xia Yihan with a red face. Xia Yihan sighed, "I've become your professional peach blossom dodger."

Xue Wenjun looked at Xia Yihan and pointed at the soup on the table, "As your benefactor, could you please feed the soup? I'm starving."

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door. Zhang Fengyi walked in with a smile and handed the phone to Xue Wenjun meaningfully. Ye Zimo's voice on the phone was cold, "If you don't want your hands to end up like your head, you can drink it yourself."

Xue Wenjun took the phone in surprise and asked, "How did he know?" Xia Yihan touched the emerald dangling in his ear awkwardly and smiled awkwardly.

Back in Washington, Xia Yihan walked up the stairs. The slippery floor caused Xia Yihan to slide forward when he crossed the stairs. Xia Yihan grabbed the railing hard to avoid falling directly.

Looking at the stairs in shock, it was a pool of oil. "Miss?" A servant seemed to be in a hurry to get out of Washington and saw Xia Yihan hurriedly come forward to help him.

The servant was also surprised to see the oil on the stairs, "Maybe we missed it." The servant hurriedly went to wipe the floor, but Xia Yihan was sweating from behind. Was it really an oversight or was someone trying to do this?

"Why are you all in such a hurry to leave?" Xia Yihan asked the servant and the servant replied, "We don't know either. Madam ordered us to do it. We can only do it."

The servant left in a hurry, and Xia Yihan's eyes fell on the corridor at the staircase. He remembered that the woman who appeared twice seemed to have disappeared at the staircase.

Walking gently to the staircase, there was nothing different around. There was only a door that could be pushed and pulled. Xia Yihan opened the door, and there were brooms and vacuum cleaners in it. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered his phone.

Xia Yihan was startled and stepped back subconsciously. The hollow sound surprised Xia Yihan. While holding down the phone, Xia Yihan squatted down and broke the template. A space appeared in front of Xia Yihan.

"Go back." There was anxiety in Ye Zimo's voice. He didn't want Xia Yihan to take the risk.

"I almost slipped. I think someone did it on purpose. I want to know who it is." Xia Yihan quietly discussed with Ye Zimo.

After a long time, Ye Zimo's voice came from the phone, "Keep the phone clear."

Xia Yihan responded and walked carefully to the ground, where a candlestick was set up every few meters to ensure that the air in the basement was not thin.

"Look back and see if there are any marks." Ye Zimo's voice suddenly rang out. Xia Yihan looked back and saw that there was a thin red line on every step. If he stepped on the red line, the red line would become dirty.

After cleaning up the red line, Xia Yihan continued to walk forward. The faint breathing on the phone reassured her until she reached the end and touched the wall.

"There seems to be no way out." Xia Yihan said to the phone.

Ye Zimo paused for a moment before saying, "Now go back to my room."

Xia Yihan sighed slightly and turned to leave. The phone brushed against the wall and a layer of ash hung, revealing brown solid wood.

"Behind this is a wall!" Xia Yihan exclaimed.