The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

After standing there in a daze for a while, she sat down on his bed and saw two pictures on the bedside table, taken by both of them.

In fact, when she was a child, she took three pictures together. One was a picture of Fu Fengyi and Ye Zimo, one was a picture of Fu Fengyi and Ye Zihan, and the other was a picture of the three of them.

After Ye Zihan's loss, Fu Fengyi was sad for a long time, but she still had a son, so she took care of Ye Zimo. It was just that Ye Haoran and Fu Fengyi gradually found out that the disappearance of little Ye Zihan seemed to hit Ye Zimo more than they did. He always flipped through the photos in a daze.

If you have nothing to ask, where are my parents and my brother?

Everyone was heartbroken by his question. Afraid that the child would never come out of that shadow, they moved home. Although their hearts ached and they couldn't bear to part with it, in order to make Ye Zimo start over and forget his unhappiness, they still tore up all the photos of Ye Zihan.

Ye Zimo looked everywhere for Ye Zihan's photo and couldn't find it. It had been a long time, but if it was destroyed, it would be destroyed, and there was no possibility of finding it back.

They all thought that he would forget. Who knew he would put an empty photo frame by the bed. The last time Xia Yihan went to his room, he saw a blank photo frame on the bedside table that he used to miss Ye Zihan. To others, it was blank, but to him, there were images. He could imagine, he could always remind himself to find his brother.

Fu Fengyi picked up the photo and looked at it for a while, then sighed twice and put it back.

She did not want to think about that lost son anymore. It was a disease in her heart. For many years, whenever she thought of him, her heart ached.

She looked around the room, trying to find something to distract her. The flashing screen saver on the computer reminded her that she could go there and take a look.

Strangely enough, when Ye Zimo left today, the computer was not on. Fu Fengyi sat down in front of the computer.

His computer had a protected password. Fu Fengyi remembered that Ye Zimo liked to use her lunar birthday as a password.

Entering those numbers, Fu Fengyi smiled happily. It was the same password. Her mother was always in his son's heart.

After entering the correct password, Fu Fengyi saw that one of Ye Zimo's computer screens was open.

In the photo was a young man in his twenties. He was very good-looking. Like Ye Zimo, he was a little deep in person and had very deep facial features. It was a photo of Mo Xiaojun.

Fu Fengyi didn't know who the person in the photo was, but she just thought the child looked familiar.

It might not only look familiar, but also feel particularly intimate, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he could not remember it at all.

Just as she was staring at the photo in a daze, the door opened, and Ye Zimo stepped in and called out, "Mom," scaring Fu Fengyi who was looking at it seriously.

She was waiting for him in Ye Zimo's room. She was going to start questioning him immediately. He didn't want to be attracted by this photo, but he wasn't as angry as he was at first.

"Mom, what are you doing? Not tired? I'm not going to sleep." As Ye Zimo spoke, he had already walked up to his mother and casually pulled up a chair to sit down.

Fu Fengyi didn't answer him. Instead, he looked back at him and turned to look at the photo and asked, "Mo, who is this?"

"He is..." Ye mo said these two words, but did not want to say that this is related to Xia Yihan.

"It's just an employee of my company. When my assistant talked to me today, he said he was very handsome and even more handsome than me. I don't believe it. Let him send me a photo."

"Oh!" After Fu Fengyi said" oh," she felt a little disappointed for some reason. This emotion clearly made Ye Zimo feel it.

"What's wrong, mom?" Ye mo stood up, put his hand on his mother's shoulder and asked softly.

"Nothing much. I just feel like I've seen this kid somewhere. He looks familiar, but he can't remember." Fu Fengyi's words gave Ye Zimo a strange feeling. He asked subconsciously, "Do you think you've seen it before? I think so too. I haven't thought about it for a long time."

If her mother had said she had seen it, ye mo thought, they must have seen it. Or maybe someone's child went to their house when he was young, and when he grew up, he looked like a child.

Or maybe this person looks like someone they know, and it's not certain.

"I must have seen this child before!" Fu Fengyi said with absolute certainty.

"So sure?" Asked ye mo.

He couldn't help but look at the enlarged picture on the computer again. If the mother must have seen this person, and this person's life trajectory could not be related to them, what does this mean?

"Well, I just feel sure. Mo, how old is this child?"

When Fu Fengyi asked, Ye Zimo immediately understood what she meant. She was probably hopeful that the child was Ye Zihan, whom she had lost.

But Ye Zimo didn't want to lie to his mother about Mo Xiaojun's age, even though she knew that listening to his age would deepen her guess.

"Mom, he should be 26 or 27 years old."

"Should I? How old is it?" Fu Fengyi asked with a frown.

"Because he grew up in an orphanage, you know, many of the children in the orphanage were very young and could not tell how old they were. Most of the staff in the orphanage guessed the age of the child, so it was not accurate."

"Orphanage!" Fu Fengyi was a little excited. He grabbed Ye Zimo's arm and raised his voice a little, "In other words, he might be Ye Zihan, right? You already know that he's my son, Ye Zihan?"

At first, Fu Fengyi only said that he thought he had met this man, but now he simply and surely thought that this man was Ye Zihan.

"Mom! Calm down!" Ye yemo stood up and let his mother lean against him, then gently rubbed her hair, trying to calm her down.

"Tell me, you already know that he is my little Ye Zihan, right? Mom can't calm down! No peace!" Fu Fengyi still looked up excitedly and hopefully at Ye Zimo.

"No!" Ye Zimo said these two words without hesitation.

In fact, he had the same idea in his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have opened this photo for a long time before going out for a meeting this afternoon.

"Are you lying to me? Mo, didn't you see that one of his people looked like you? Also, look, he looks like your father. Here, is this a little like me too!" The more Fu Fengyi spoke, the more excited he became. His hand was still pointing at Mo Xiaojun's face.

Because Ye Zihan didn't have any obvious features, such as birthmarks, obvious moles, and so on. Many years have passed, and now you can only look for them based on their looks.

However, no one could predict how much changes would happen to the facial features and other parts of a child over two years old and in his twenties.

"Mom, he's not!"

"You lied to me! It must be. Look at this child. It's 100 % my Ye Zihan!" As Fu Fengyi spoke, tears began to flow down her face, and she could not stop them.

Ye Zimo's heart sank at the sight of his mother.

He turned the computer chair around to stop his mother from looking at the photo.

"Mom, this person is not Ye Zihan. I already checked. In fact, he was Xia Yihan's brother, the last time Xia Yihan complained to Yelishizhang about being wrongly killed. Maybe it was similar to Xiao Han when he was a kid, so I watched it many times, but he wasn't. I've seen pictures of him when he was a kid, and there's nothing in common with Xiao Han."

"Impossible, right?" Fu Fengyi looked at Ye Zimo suspiciously.

"It's true. You know I miss Xiao Han too. I miss him more than anyone else. If it was him, why wouldn't I tell you? There are too many similar people in this world. You don't remember the last time liu baobin, you said it must be, but it wasn't. And that sun guy, don't you also say 100 %? We were also disappointed. This person just looks a little alike, but it's not." Ye Zimo's words seemed to have calmed Fu Fengyi down a lot.

He had calmed down, but his expression was extremely disappointed.

"Oh, I made another mistake." She fell to the ground in disappointment and said, tears streaming down her face.

Ye Zimo silently wiped his mother's tears. He only shed blood because he was a man and didn't cry. In fact, his heart was bleeding at this time.

It was not that he did not wish to find his younger brother, and he had not given up for so many years. But how many times I searched, how many times I was disappointed. Every time her mother mistook someone, she would be lost for many days, and she would be seriously ill. He was afraid of this.

So even though he hadn't seen Mo Xiaojun's childhood photos, he had to lie to Feng Yi to say he had.

In the past, he saw something similar to yeh han, even if it was a little bit similar, he would go to the thorough investigation, to find people, to do dna comparison, to make sure it was not willing.

But this man, he had already ordered Lin Dahui not to continue the investigation. To bring down Yu Hongtao, you can start with other cases, not necessarily with Mo Xiaojun, which is difficult to investigate. His corruption, bribery, and a few murder cases were enough to keep him in prison for a few lifetimes.

If Mo Xiaojun was really Ye Zihan, that would mean that Ye Zihan was dead. Fu Fengyi could not bear the result, and Ye Zimo could not bear the result.

In the hearts of Ye Haoran, Fu Fengyi and Ye Zimo, Ye Zihan was still alive, and as long as he hadn't been found, he was still alive and well. Only in this way could they not despair.

Besides, Ye Zimo had been disappointed so many times that he no longer believed there would be such a coincidence in the world. Xia Yihan's ex-boyfriend was his brother, and it was ridiculous to make such a conjecture based on a somewhat similar photo.

"Mom, it's okay. Just admit your mistake. We'll find Xiao Han. As long as we don't give up, we'll find Xiao Han. He's definitely alive and well. Didn't you say that good comes with good? With so many good deeds and so many good deeds, god will not treat you badly and will return your child. Mom, I will!" With that, Ye Zimo put his arm around Fu Fengyi's shoulder and comforted her. These words were meant to comfort his mother and to himself.

Ye Zihan could never be Mo Xiaojun, definitely not!

Their Ye Zihan was 100 % alive and well. God wouldn't let them find someone who had passed away after so many years. God wouldn't be so cruel!

"Mmm! Yes, we will. Mom is a little tired, and she wants to sleep for a while." Fu Fengyi seemed to have been drained of energy and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Zimo was really worried that her mother would know that this person was not Ye Zihan, as she had done a few times before.

He picked up his mother, took her back to her bedroom, and sat her down on a chair. After making the bed himself, he helped Fu Fengyi lie down.

Gently covering his mother with a blanket, he sat by the bed and said softly, "You sleep. I'll sit here and accompany you."

Fu Fengyi shook his head and said weakly, "Mo, go out and do whatever you want. I'll be quiet."

"I'll stay with you, and you can be very quiet. I won't speak." Ye Zimo knew that her mother's silence was to lick her wounds and miss Ye Zihan alone. She would relive every detail from the moment she was pregnant to the moment he was born. Then it came to his loss, and then to blame herself, blaming her for not bringing Ye Zihan but ye mo when she was in a hurry. If they had both taken the children, or the younger ones, and left the older ones to Ye Haoran, this would not have happened.

She always felt that all the suffering that little yehan had suffered outside all these years was caused by her. When she thought of this, she would be in great pain and become depressed.

Every time this happened, she would stubbornly refuse to receive treatment, as if she were locked up in a mental prison.

This time, ye mo did not give her the chance to shut down. He sat by his mother and refused to move.

Fu fengyi closed her eyes and held back her tears. She knew what her son meant. Ye Zimo was actually very filial, except for the fact that he intended to fight Ye Haoran, which was the vent of his years of resentment, and everything else followed his mother's wishes.

She remembered the time when she was sick and refused to take medication. When she had a fever, Ye Zimo stayed by her bed all night to take care of her.

She asked him why he was so filial. At his age, it was rare for him to be so filial to his mother. He told her that because he wanted to put Xiao Han's filial piety together, he had to do more than the average two sons.

Fu Fengyi kept her eyes closed, and Ye Zimo knew she wasn't asleep. She just didn't want to talk, and he didn't say anything. Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

"Auntie, this is Song Wanting. May I come in?"

"Mom, get up and talk to wan ting for a while." Ye Zimo still wanted someone to distract Fu Fengyi.

Fu Fengyi was always considerate of others. In front of Ye Zimo, she would not force herself. In front of outsiders, she would pretend to be happy. He believed that she would really be happy to dress up.

"Come in!" Ye Zimo said loudly. Song Wanting opened the door and came in, holding a tray with a bowl of porridge on it.

"Auntie, this is wheat and jujube porridge. I just cooked it in the kitchen. It's the best for menopausal people. Have some and see if my cooking is good."

"Well, it smells good. Tingting is sensible." Fu Fengyi praised.

Ye mo helped her mother to sit up and took the wheat porridge that Song Wanting had brought to her and blew on it.

"Mom, let me feed you."

It was the first time Song Wanting had seen Ye Zimo take care of his mother like this, and he couldn't help but feel moved. He did not expect that the crown prince, who had to be attended to by a large number of people wherever he went, would serve his mother with his own hands.

Fu Fengyi shook his head, took the bowl, and said softly, "I'll do it myself. You, if you're really filial, you should have a child with Tingting earlier."

Song Wanting blushed and called out in a coquettish voice, "Auntie!"

Seeing that Ye Zimo was silent, Fu Fengyi asked, "Mo, didn't you hear mom?"

Ye Zimo chuckled, "Yes, I did. I was wondering why I had worked so hard for so long, but nothing happened. I don't know if my method is wrong or if my body isn't strong enough."

In order to make his mother happy, he simply spouted nonsense.

The smile on Song Wanting's face stiffened, and he thought to himself, you are really cunning. The black ones are all white. When did you work hard? No, actually I tried, but I tried to work on other women.

Fu Fengyi's attention was successfully diverted by ye mo's humorous words. She glared at her son, took a slow sip of porridge, and then said, "Are you sure you worked hard in the right place?" What Fu Fengyi meant was to hint if he had gone off to have sex with another woman.

Ye Zimo, of course, knew what his mother wanted to say. He touched his nose and asked her with a chuckle, "Mom, are you trying to spread the knowledge of physiology to me?"

After that, he turned back to look at the blushing Song Wanting. "You said, is the place I tried right or wrong?"

"This..." Song Wanting did not know how to answer.

No, he didn't know what else to say. If he was right, he was fooled by this cunning man.

"You little brat, stop acting like a hooligan here and confuse the public!" Fu Fengyi said, and ye mo smiled even more.

Ye Zimo usually had a calm face. It was rare for him to be so obedient and playful as now. She knew that her son was trying to make her happy, and she wanted to blame him, but she couldn't bear to say too much.

Besides, she knew in her heart that he was not a random person, and that maybe part of the reason why he was doing this was to go to Ye Haoran.

Every now and then, he would do something that would make Ye Haoran's head spin, as if he would be in pain if his father was idle.

"Okay, I'm full. You eat this. I have something to tell you after you finish." Fu Fengyi handed the porridge to his son, and Ye Zimo still laughed.

"No, you're trying to regulate a woman's menopause. I'm not going to be able to finish the task of giving birth to grandchildren." Ye mo said and pushed back to her mother to coax her to eat more.

Fu Fengyi drank two or three more mouthfuls before letting ye mo go. This time, her face became more serious.

"Mo, when I came here, why did I seem to see that there were several guest rooms filled with people? You have a lot of guests here?" Fu Fengyi asked tentatively.