The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ding Yiyi was excited to see the idol of his school days near him. "An Ran, I'm a fan of you!"

"Really? Do you want an autograph?" An Ran smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. This kind of smile was the result of inviting a professional etiquette teacher to teach him, saying that it was the most attractive smile for women, but only he knew that every time he smiled like this, his heart was not warm.

"Is that okay? But I don't have pen and paper!" Ding Yiyi said dejectedly. An Ran felt that she was also a fan who didn't use her brain to chase after the stars. All her curiosity was gone and she didn't want to continue talking. She put on a perfect smile and said, "It's a pity I didn't have one either. I'll give it to you next time I see you."

Ding Yiyi kept nodding. His idol was indeed a very gentle person! An Ran left, and suddenly there was a small noise in the room. Ding Yiyi hurriedly leaned over to the door and listened carefully.

In the room, Ye Nianmo leaned on Mo Shuangling and played with Mo Shuangling's wet hair. He said carelessly, "In the end, he wasn't in Dongjiang city?"

"No, I went to Dongjiang city a while ago." Mo Shuangling's cheeks were red, and the temperature of Ye Nianmo's body fascinated her. She wanted to kiss his lips and suddenly remembered that he hated lip contact the most. Mo Shuangling tilted his head and kissed his strong shoulders.

Ye Nianmo looked down at her, but there was no lust in her eyes, but her body had an honest reaction. Mo Shuangling kept flirting and had forgotten that there was another person in the closet who was preparing to record all of this on his cell phone, so that she could successfully tie up with Ye Nianmo.

"What are you doing in Dongjiang city? Didn't come looking for me?" Ye nianmo continued to ask in a hoarse voice. Mo Shuangling was already in a trance. She frantically unbuttoned Ye Nianmo's shirt and panted slightly, "No, no, I'm leaving soon."

"Why leave so soon? I think I've seen you before." Ye Nianmo's long, slender fingers drifted through the cracks in the towel to her white and tender abdomen, and finally stopped at the belly button.

Mo Shuangling was completely in love, but when he heard Ye Nianmo's voice, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes wide, "No, I just went there for a notice. I left soon after I got there."

"Really?" Ye Nianmo withdrew her hand, knowing in her heart that Mo Shuangling's abnormality could reveal such a message that she was indeed in Dongjiang city that day, and something that she had tried to cover up.

Mo Shuangling returned to her senses and looked at Ye Nianmo with trepidation. He pulled open her towel and looked at her like he was looking at a piece of art. She tried to lift her legs, but she was weak.

There was a scratch on his calf, and Mo Shuangling took the initiative to explain, "I fell during filming."

Ye Nianmo nodded and straightened himself out of bed. Mo Shuangling looked in disbelief at the man in front of him who was clearly in need but was as elegant as a man who was drinking coffee. The initial panic had disappeared and the thought of tying Ye Nianmo up was replaced.

As long as the video with Ye Nianmo was exposed, she could hype it up again. Thinking of this, Mo Shuangling got up from the bed and went around Ye Nianmo, clinging to his chest, and forcing him back step by step.

Ye Nianmo wanted impatiently to wave his hand off his neck and look at the door. There was a shadow dangling from the space below the door. His mouth was curved and his face was full of joy. He stopped reacting and let Mo Shuangling stick to him step by step. Both of them fell into the soft bed.

Ding Yiyi was startled when he heard the creaking sound of the room instead of the thin and unreal voice. He could no longer calm down and knocked on the door.

"Who!" Mo Shuangling jumped up in shock. Seeing that the play was almost done, ye nianmo did not want the idiot outside to be sad and anxious. She got up from Mo Shuangling and dressed as if no one else was around.

Opening the door, Ding Yiyi was still knocking on the door. Ye Nianmo looked down at her. "What's the matter?"

Ding Yiyi looked through the cracks and saw the towel scattered on the floor and the tightly wrapped figure of a man with white sheets. His eyes were hot and he said dryly, "It looks like you really enjoyed it."

Before Ye Nianmo could speak, Ding Yiyi had already turned and left. He shook his head and chased after him. The wardrobe snapped open and Zhang Tang came out with a look of dismay. He didn't believe that Ye Nianmo had asked those things without purpose.

"What's wrong with you? Are you suffocating?" Mo Shuangling was frightened by his fierce eyes. Zhang Tang remained silent and strode out of the room. "Psycho!" Mo Shuangling muttered.

Who was the person that she bumped into that day and why did ye nianmo get involved in this? Zhang Tang kept thinking about it and bumped into a man.

An Ran quietly patted his shirt, frowned at tang, and simply took off his entire touched suit jacket and held it in his hand.

Xu Weiren sighed, this damn cleanliness freak! "Sorry." Zhang Tang knew that the other party was a star and didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"It's okay. I didn't hurt you." An Ran smiled and Zhang Tang was stunned. It was rare for such a beautiful boy. Xu Weiren walked up to An Ran quietly.

Zhang Tang returned to his senses, nodded hastily and left. An Ran smiled happily and looked meaningfully at Zhang Tang's direction. It was strange that there was only one room in the innermost part of the hotel. He had been there just now.

"Why, is it memorable? Do you need me to call him?" Xu Weiren said, not salty. An Ran smiled and withdrew his thoughts. He tilted his head to kiss him on the corner of his mouth and said, "It was quite memorable just now."

"Hooligan!" Xu Weiren elbowed him hard in the stomach and left in a huff.

Ding Yiyi went back to his room and threw himself into the bed. He must have been very happy to see him like this.

There was a sound of the door turning. Ding Yiyi was still on his stomach. Ye Nianmo saw that she had buried her face in the sheets, worried that she would be bored. He stepped forward and took the sheets away a little.

He had just taken the sheet away a little, but Ding Yiyi snatched it over and over again, and grabbed it sideways, wrapping it all up in a ball.

Ye Nianmo was amused. His heart moved and he suddenly asked, "What are you angry about?"

"I'm not angry. I just feel sorry for ruining your good deed." Ding Yiyi said in a muffled voice, buried in the sheets.

Ye Nianmo chuckled and deliberately said with a straight face, "I didn't see your sincerity."

As soon as she finished speaking, she started. Bowing to him, he said dryly, "I'm sorry for ruining your good mood, Ye Nianmo Mr. Ye. I apologize here."

Ye Nianmo continued to nod with a straight face. Ding Yiyi was so angry that she jumped up and got ready to get out of bed. She tripped over the crumpled sheets and rolled under the bed.

"Be careful!" Ye Nianmo hurriedly reached out for her. Ding Yiyi grabbed something casually in his panic, and both of them fell to the ground in confusion.

Ye nianmo grunted and Ding Yiyi, who was lying on top of him, quickly asked, "How are you?"

"Your hand." Ye Nianmo frowned and reminded. Hands? Ding Yiyi moved, soft and warm.

"Ah! I'm sorry." She suddenly let go of her hand. She was so nervous just now that she caught him casually...

Standing up in front of her was too hot. Ye Nianmo suddenly grabbed her arm and suddenly moved in his direction. Ding Yiyi threw himself at him and looked at him in pairs.

She felt the heat and stiffness of her abdomen, and the blush spread from her ears to her cheeks, and finally to her neck like a peach.

"Tell me the answer." Ye nianmo looked at her fixedly. "What answer?" Ding Yiyi's mind was so muddled that she couldn't think right now.

"Why should I help you so much?" Ye Nianmo didn't mind reminding her that he was forcing her. If she didn't love him, he might not be so persistent, but he could tell that she didn't feel nothing for him.

"Time now, time now, 17: 00 sharp." The clock on the wall automatically signaled the time. Ding Yiyi looked at the time in a daze and suddenly sat up. Ye Nianmo snorted in pain.

"Sorry, I really have to go." Ding Yiyi was very anxious. The first time she met Chu Yun's parents, she really didn't want to be late.

Ye Nianmo stood up from the ground and calmly went into the bathroom. Then there was the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Half an hour later, Ye Nianmo went out in a fresh and refreshing clothes, and Ding Yiyi followed him awkwardly.

At Dongjiang city restaurant, hai qingqing and Mo Xiaojun were sitting by the side. The waiter knocked on the door again and asked, "Don't you need to serve now?"

Hai Qingqing said to her gently, "The people we're waiting for haven't come yet. We'll serve later." As the waiter left, Hai Qingqing sighed and looked at Mo Xiaojun. Mo Xiaojun's face was livid. "I didn't know I'd be here sooner to meet the man's parents!"

"Wait a minute. After all, the child is still at work. It's still half an hour before he gets off work." Hai Qingqing said in a soft voice. Mo Xiaojun was right to think about it. That was how he managed to suppress the fire.

At 18: 50, the tea on the table had already been changed several pots. Qingqing, who had been comforting Mo Xiaojun, sighed and walked out of the box.

Just after Ye Chu yun called outside, she asked, "No news yet?"

Ye Chuyun nodded. Ding Yiyi couldn't get through. Mo Xiaojun heard him standing up in the box. "Forget it. There's no need to meet people who aren't on time."

Hai Qingqing was also a little angry, for their upbringing, punctuality was the first rule, but when he saw his son frowning, and his face was worried, he could not bear to blame, so he had to make things right.

"Maybe there's a traffic jam on the road. Why don't we watch tv first? Old mo, turn on the tv." Hai Qingqing looked at Mo Xiaojun.

Mo Xiaojun snorted and turned around. Hai Qingqing softly called out, "Old mo."

Mo Xiaojun looked at his wife, how she liked her, then at ye Chu Yun, snorted, turned back to the box, and turned on the tv.

He pressed a few channels at random, and Hai Qingqing suddenly said, "It's An Ran. Stop first."

Who was An Ran? Two men, one big and one small, looked up at the tv at the same time, curious about who their wife / mother cared so much about. On the long red carpet of the tv screen, a very feminine and handsome mixed-race man put on a handsome pose.

"An Ran's movies and tv shows are great." Hai Qingqing stared intently at the screen and suddenly exclaimed, "Look, is this Nian Mo?"