The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ye Zimo nodded, accepted the facts calmly and turned to leave. The doctor called Ye Zimo from behind, "Mr. Ye, I suggest you stay in Losangeles for treatment. After all, the medical level here will be higher."

Ye Zimo turned to look at the doctor and said with a smile, "There is a kitten in the house. I'm afraid the kitten will be anxious if I don't go back."

Ye mo left, and the doctor whispered, "The chinese really love small animals."

Ye Zimo hurriedly flew back from Losangeles on a private jet, and Xia Yihan didn't know about all of this. In his dream, Ye Zimo sat alone and looked at himself, neither near nor far away.

"Zi Mo?" Xia Yihan murmured softly and felt a soft touch on her lips. Xia Yihan woke up tossing and turning.

In front of Ye Zimo's magnified handsome face, Xia Yihan blinked and allowed Ye Zimo to suck on himself. Only when Xia Yihan found that his shoulders were cold did he suddenly push Ye Zimo away and put his pajamas on his shoulders.

"Early in the morning! What are you doing!" Xia Yihan's face was flushed with excitement. A lot had happened recently. She and Ye Zimo hadn't done it for a week. Xia Yihan's face turned even redder at the thought of it.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Zimo stepped on the edge of the bed and gradually approached Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan quickly stepped back and closed his eyes shyly with his back against the cold bedpost.

Xia Yihan opened his eyes and saw the long, dark lashes of the leaves.

"Does it still hurt?" Ye mo touched the wound that Xia Yihan had made by Romie Snow. Although the bandage had been removed, there was a hole in the wound.

Xia Yihan thought about it and said, "It hurts."

Ye Zimo's hands were softer and softer, but his eyes were colder and colder. Xia Yihan suddenly grabbed Ye Zimo's hand and rubbed it against his cheek. He said happily, "If all the pain is the result of happiness, then I think it's worth it! Hey, why did you hit me!"

Xia Yihan covered his red nose and looked pitifully at Ye Zimo. Ye Zimo's originally purposely straight face couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xia Yihan's pitiful appearance, "Who cursed himself like that? Hurry up and wash me up."

Ye Zimo grabbed Xia Yihan and patted Xia Yihan on the butt. Xia Yihan glared at Ye Zimo, covered his butt and ran into the bathroom, making ye mo laugh again.

After washing up, Xia Yihan followed ye mo down the stairs. The butler came up and said, "Young master, something happened to the chinese chef on duty just now. I allowed him to rush back. The western chef is on leave today. It is said that he went to Beijing to see tian' an gate."

The butler kept whispering, which he had overlooked. Xia Yihan smiled and said, "It's okay. I can just eat whatever I want. It's my problem. I didn't expect to sleep that late."

"Help me put on an apron." Ye Zimo had already handed Xia Yihan a plain apron. Xia Yihan was stunned and tied the apron with leaf ink in Ye Zimo's hurried eyes.

Xia Yihan watched as Ye Zimo skillfully put Bacon in. The smell came out, and he couldn't help but drool to get closer. When he got closer, he found that Ye Zimo seemed to be in a daze and did not move. The bottom of the pot had already given off a little burnt smell.

"What's wrong? It's almost burnt." Xia Yihan pointed anxiously at Bacon in the pot. Ye Zimo suddenly put down the spatula, turned around, took off his apron and said in a hurry, "There are still some things in the company that I have to leave first."

Xia Yihan watched as Ye Zimo strode out of the living room, so fast that he even kicked off the toy Ye Chuqing had accidentally left behind.

In the Ye group underground garage, Ye Zimo punched the steering wheel hard. Just now, his eyes began to turn gray again. The frequency was too high recently. When he calmed down, Ye Zimo took out his phone.

Subconsciously, she pressed Hai Zhixuan's address book and looked at the phone number that would never ring. Ye Zimo's face darkened, and Lin Ling's sadness surfaced in her mind. How he was destined to leave, it was absolutely necessary to clear the way for xia Yihan. The phone rang, and Xia Yihan's voice was full of worry.

"Are you okay?" Xia Yihan asked softly.

"Nothing. There's something going on at the company. You should go out and have breakfast."

Xia Yihan wanted to say something. Ye Zimo had already hung up the phone over there. Looking at the long address book, which only had a few minutes of call records with Ye Zimo, Xia Yihan's heart was inexplicably flustered.

"Madam, there's a police officer called Beck outside the door." The guard walked in and said to Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan was a little surprised. Before the guard left, Beck had already strode into the living room, nodded at Xia Yihan as a greeting, and said straightforwardly, "Yihan, do you know about Romie Snow?"

"Romie Snow, what's wrong with her?" Xia Yihan asked curiously.

Beck sighed, looking as if he were, and said, "Romie Snow was going to jail for intentional injury, but Ye Zimo dropped the charges." Beck jabbered out a bunch of information to Xia Yihan.

After Beck left, Xia Yihan couldn't help but call Ye Zimo again. As expected, it was a busy tone. Xia Yihan sighed. Ye Chuqing didn't eat well. He threw a bite of the ribs into Hoi Cheuk Hin's bowl. Confused, Hoi Cheuk Hin shouted softly, "You can't do this. How can you feed your brother what you've eaten?"

"It's okay. Chu Qing doesn't like it. I'll eat it." Hoi Cheuk Hin looked at Ye Chuqing dotingly and ate the ribs in the bowl without any resentment. Xia Yihan could not help but feel sad. A child as good as Zhuo Xuan, but his father was gone.

It wasn't that Ye Zimo didn't know that Xia Yihan was calling him, but that he had something important to do now. Sitting in the coffee house, Zhang Fengyi quickly walked over and whispered, "Everything is done. People are out now."

Ye Zimo nodded and began to look at the blurry to clear image on the tablet.

Romie Snow didn't know she was being monitored, and the people who brought her out left without saying anything.

Romie Snow opened the only cell phone he had with him and called si. The sound of the phone being turned off made her nervous.

She had nothing left. Luo Guiyao was in prison, all her family's assets were frozen, and she even left her id card and passport with Si.

She rummaged through her pockets and found only a note with the address printed on the computer.

Anyway, there is no place to go. Let's go to this place first. Romie Snow decided to go to the place on the note.

A maserati came from a distance in a hurry. Romie Snow looked at her enviously. She used to be able to drive, but now she couldn't afford a bicycle, let alone a car.

Maserati did not leave and stopped beside Romie Snow. Romie Snow's face turned pale when she saw the person, "Xia Yihan."

"Romie Snow, are you okay?" Xia Yihan wanted to take a chance, but he didn't expect to meet Romie Snow.

"What's wrong with you? I don't need you to take care of anything. Are you sick?" Romie Snow felt that Xia Yihan was cursing her, and her face was very pale.

Romie Snow's attitude was bad. Xia Yihan sighed and stopped her from hiding the truth and said, "I'm not your father's mistress. The real mistress is a woman named si."

Romie Snow was shocked and asked quietly, "Do you think I would believe you?"

Xia Yihan stopped and said, "Be careful in the near future."

Romie Snow did not listen carefully to Xia Yihan, but instead looked at Xia Yihan's clothes.

Famous brands are all famous brands, and their eyes fall on themselves. The shirts and jeans on the street stall are really ironic.

Not wanting to talk to Xia Yihan anymore, Romie Snow left in a hurry. Xia Yihan looked at Romie Snow's back worriedly, thinking that he wished he had thought too much.

Romie Snow took several buses to get to the address written on the note. It was a small shop in an alley.

Looking at the snacks in the snack shop, luo mixue swallowed her saliva. By this time, she was already starving.

"Is anyone there?" Luo mixue shouted into the room. No one answered. Romie Snow shouted a few more times and pushed the door plate that was placed at the entrance of the store. The door plate was unlocked and easily pushed away.

Romie Snow walked in, there was no one around, only the sound of the fan turning in the room.

"Is anyone there?" Romie Snow walked into the room and saw a man lying on the ground with his back to himself.

Startled, Romie Snow tried to retreat, but the back of his head was hit hard, and he collapsed on the ground and fainted.

Some people filed in. Ye Zimo, the leader, looked at Romie Snow, who was lying on the ground, and ordered Zhang Fengyi, "Let's do it."

Zhang Fengyi hesitated and said, "After all, she didn't do it. Isn't it too much for us to do it? Is this a person's life?"

Ye Zimo frowned and couldn't help but look at Romie Snow's back. He gritted his teeth and said, "Follow the plan."

The phone rang, and Ye Zimo watched as Zhang Fengyi stuffed a knife into Romie Snow's body before carefully wiping off his fingerprints.

"Hey, Mr. Ye, did you have a brain injury before?" The doctor on the phone asked.

Ye mo thought for a moment. He did fall into a big crack during the earthquake and hit his head when he fell in. But I didn't think so much.

"Yes." Ye Zimo gave a brief account of the cause and effect.

"That's right. There's a very small blood clot on your visual nerve that's almost invisible, but this blood clot is pressing on your visual nerve. An accident can cause blindness. It's too difficult to remove this blood clot now. We're still trying to figure out a way." The doctor on the phone said.

Ye Zimo knew the reason for his blindness and calmed down. After a few words with the doctor, he hung up the phone and tried to walk into the room and kicked a row of boxes.

The box was full of mooncakes and the surrounding boxes were full of them. "The mid-autumn festival is in a week." Zhang Fengyi wiped the sweat off his face and walked over.

Mid-autumn festival? Ye Zimo's heart softened when he thought of Xia Yihan. Two years after Xia Yihan left, he worked overtime during the mid-autumn festival so that he could not think of this woman.