The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Mo Shuangling looked at his back in a daze and saw his slight touch as a hint. He followed him closely. Ding Yiyi stayed on the spot. Was she left here?

Celebrities who walk the red carpet are always fighting for glamour, trying to stay in front of the camera for a while longer to create public opinion. Mo Shuangling brought Ye Nianmo to the scene, which made some people who knew the Ye family curious, and then curious about this second-tier star.

Ye Nianmo sat in his seat, and Mo Shuangling clung to him, coquettish and coquettish. "Nian Mo, I really miss you."

He looked at her exquisitely painted face and felt a little more disgusted. Subconsciously, he looked to the side. Ding Yiyi had not spoken since the beginning and was sitting alone.

"Isn't this general manager ye?" The director, who made a movie in Dongjiang city and had Ding Yiyi play a guest role as a servant, walked over, his eyes darting in front of the three of them, and finally landed on Ding Yiyi. "Miss Ding Yiyi, I didn't expect the second meeting to be held yet. We met here."

"Hello." Ding Yiyi hurriedly greeted. The director smiled happily and his eyes shifted to Ye Nianmo. "General manager ye, thanks to your company's support, the last play was wonderful. When can we talk about it? Take Miss Ding with you?"

The director felt that he was not mistaken. He had been in the entertainment industry for so long, and he could still see the true love and fake love. He called Ding Yiyi, largely for the Ye family tree.

Hearing his words, ye nianmo turned to look at Mo Shuangling. "What do you think?" Mo Shuangling and the director were stunned. Mo Shuangling didn't expect him to ask for his opinion. Because the acting was so bad, the second director changed her. She was worried that she wouldn't be angry!

"I don't think so." Mo Shuangling said proudly that if Qi Wen was here to scold her for her pig head again, she would dare to say it in front of others if it was obvious to offend others. It was obvious that Mo Shuangling was such a brainless person.

"I think we can discuss that matter later." Ye Nianmo tugged at Mo Shuangling's hair and said faintly. The director's face turned green and he didn't say anything. He could only blame himself for the mistake. He didn't expect the Ye family young master to like a brainless woman like emily.

The red carpet started, and the first few minutes were normal. A man appeared at the entrance of the hotel, which caused quite a stir.

"Look, it's An Ran!" There was a flurry of reporters, carrying cameras and rushing in front of him, while fans outside the hotel screamed.

Mo shuang lingye turned to look at him in infatuation. The man who was as important as Ye Nianmo in her heart, An Ran, who won the three golden bull awards in one fell swoop, debuted at the age of six and is now only 32.

The man named An Ran nodded around with a faint smile. His slightly long bangs just covered his blue eyes. His mixed-race genes gave him the mesmerizing face of a god in western mythology.

Ye Nianmo only glanced at it lightly and frowned. When did Ding Yiyi go there?

Ding Yiyi was in a crowd of reporters waving happily at his idol. An Ran happened to look over and nodded at her.

She was so excited that she waved her hand even more vigorously, and suddenly there were some screams behind her, followed by a loud curse, and some crazy fans infiltrated the reporter area, trying to sneak in front to see the idol.

Ye nianmo huo stood up and ran towards the reporters' area. Ding Yiyi was pushed around in high heels, and a camera was about to sweep over her. She stepped back, knocked down the guardrail, and fell back uncontrollably.

Time seemed to have stopped. An Ran hugged Ding Yiyi's waist and there was a gasp. Ding Yiyi looked at him in shock.

An Ran smiled at her, leaned over, kissed her on the corner of her lips, screamed at the scene, and the reporters carried up cameras to shoot in a frenzy, ignoring the pain of stepping on their feet. They had never gone through a scandal with the opposite sex, and An Ran movie king, who was suspected of being gay, kissed a strange woman!

Soon, Ding Yiyi felt a strong pull on her wrist pulling her away from An Ran's arms. Ye Nianmo wrapped his arm around her waist and looked at An Ran coldly.

The two men, both of whom had the best body and appearance, faced each other. Ye nianmo was as cold as ice, An Ran as indifferent as the wind, and the scene was even more exciting than ever. Even many a-list celebrities were curiously squeezed in front of them to see what was going on.

"Your girlfriend is so sweet." An Ran leaned closer to Ye Nianmo and whispered. Ye nianmo looked at him coldly. He threw a fist at him and An Ran's head was knocked off.

"Thank you for your compliment." Ye nianmo straightened his suit jacket and left with Ding Yiyi. The director watched, feeling a little proud. Although Ye Nianmo was a deep man, he couldn't hold his breath when he met Ding Yiyi.

In the hotel hallway, Ye Nianmo was walking in front of him, while Ding Yiyi was following him in her high heels. "Wait for me." She shouted, her feet were hurting.

Ye Nianmo's footsteps slowed down, but he didn't look back. "Ouch" came from behind him. He quickly turned around. Ding Yiyi fell to the ground and his high heels were thrown out.

Ye Nianmo walked up to her with a calm face and bent over to pick her up. Ding Yiyi wrapped his arms around his neck and nestled himself in his arms, "Why don't you talk to me? I'm a victim too."

"Are you sure you're not happy to be kissed by him?" Ye Nianmo said with jealousy, but he didn't notice it himself.

"Hey! Who do you think I am? I think he's good at acting, but that doesn't mean I have to accept his kiss!" Ding Yiyi struggled to jump out of his arms, but Ye Nianmo hugged him even tighter, and the jealousy in his heart eased a little.

In the hotel room, a man with a flat head watched the live tv broadcast coldly. An Ran pushed the door open and sat lazily by his side, watching the image of him kissing a female fan, and remarked, "The angle is not bad."

"Really?" The man turned to look at him. In the dark room, the flash of the tv made the wound on An Ran's lips look ferocious. He snorted and said, "It seems that woman is very much to your liking."

"What?" An Ran smiled bitterly and took the remote control to change the channel, "You don't want to be exposed in public. Of course, I want to find someone to do it. Female fans are the best. There won't be any trouble."

Hearing what he said, the man looked a little better. An Ran smiled and approached him, "My big manager, Xu Weiren, don't be angry, okay?" The two lips gradually leaned together, so close that only the dim light of the room remained.

Mo Shuangling didn't expect zhang tang to wait for him in his room. He hurried forward and said, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you wouldn't contact me first?"

Zhang Tang's eyes rolled over her plump chest and she fell on the sofa indifferently, "It should be all right. It's been a long time and there hasn't been any news."

All of Mo Shuangling's attention was on Ye Nianmo. For the first time, he didn't want to talk to this man, zhang tang, and said, "Anyway, we should bear with it. You should leave first."

"Are you driving me away?" Zhang Tang looked at her maliciously, and Mo Shuangling smiled dryly. "How could it be, my dear? I'm not thinking about you. I'm afraid that something might happen to you!"

Zhang Tang held her in his arms, his hands shining on her body, the phone suddenly rang, Mo Shuangling subconsciously picked it up, Zhang Tang heard Ye Nianmo's voice and his eyes became cold.

"Are you interested in red wine from' 82?" Ye Nianmo's faint voice made Mo Shuangling sink. She felt a pain in her neck. She turned back in horror and difficulty. Zhang Tang held her neck with one hand and laughed happily.

Ye Nianmo couldn't hear the voice over there, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'll wait for you." Mo Shuangling said intermittently and coughed.

Putting down the phone, Mo Shuangling covered his neck and ran away. Zhang Tang said in a strange voice, "I didn't expect you to know Ye Nianmo."

"What do you want?" Mo Shuangling could tell by his expression that he was up to no good. He asked warily. Zhang Tang played with his phone and raised his eyebrows. "What do you think I'll do?"

In the other room of the hotel, Ding Yiyi watched Ye Nianmo take out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and was about to go out. She couldn't help but ask, "Do you... Do you know that?"

"Which one?" Ye Nianmo asked knowingly. Ding Yiyi panicked. "It's what boys and girls do."

"What do you think?" Ye Nianmo stopped and leaned against the door to ask her in a calm tone.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Ding Yiyi muttered. Ye Nianmo's eyes were gentle. He turned the doorknob and said gently, "You can think about this slowly. I hope I can get the answer from you when I come back."

He left. Ding Yiyi looked up at his watch. It was three o' clock.

In the hotel room, Mo Shuangling was obviously nervous and embarrassed. "What's wrong with you?" Ye Nianmo immediately noticed her abnormality.

"Nothing. I was just shocked by the scene on the red carpet." Mo Shuangling pretended to take the red wine. Ye Nianmo didn't expose him and said directly, "Go take a shower."

Mo Shuangling's back suddenly straightened, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the huge closet next to him. After a long while, he walked into the bathroom stiffly.

Ye Nianmo looked casually at the ornaments she had left on the dresser and took a ring that seemed to have been scratched.

He continued to flip through the ring and found a dark red color embedded in it. Blood? Ye Nianmo's heart stirred and quietly put the ring away.

The more Ding Yiyi thought about it, the more worried she became. Being alone in the room made her feel very depressed. She felt very uncomfortable and unable to breathe. The thought of ye nianmo doing that with a woman and doing it for her father made her feel very depressed.

He went out quietly, and no matter what, he wanted to find out. An Ran was amused to see the girl poking her head out of a room. It didn't seem like an ordinary fan. By the way, I saw her standing in the press area just now, and the man who was protecting her.

He approached and whispered in Ding Yiyi's ear, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah!" Ding Yiyi jumped away like a bunny, remembering that he couldn't attract attention, and quickly covered his lips.

"What are you doing?" An Ran smiled and asked again. Ding Yiyi shook his head.