The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

The woman looked at her coldly with disdain in her eyes. Ding Yiyi did not know why the other party was so hostile to her. He silently helped to move the vase to the other side before letting go.

She took off her coat, and the originally cold woman came over with a sheet, which covered Ding Yiyi from one side of the wall to the other. Ding Yiyi was puzzled, "What's wrong with auntie?"

The woman did not speak and continued to work after she was surrounded. Ding Yiyi changed her clothes and unnaturally tugged at the bottom of her belly button. There was a knock on the door. The woman's movements seemed to stop for a moment, then she suddenly relaxed and continued to clean.

Ding Yiyi walked out of the room. The photographer's eyes lit up when he saw her outfit. His tone was much better. He told her to stand at the stage.

She stood up according to the photographer's instructions and made a few poses according to the photographer's request. The photographer looked at her and suddenly said, "No, you are not good at all. Come on, you do these poses."

He put a picture book in front of Ding Yiyi. Ding Yiyi opened it and his face turned red. There were a lot of photos in the photo album, and the models didn't wear much, so they put on a very revealing pose.

"Pick one and we'll shoot it." The photographer walked back to the camera and saw ding yiyi still standing there. He said unhappily, "What's wrong again?"

Ding Yiyi put down the album and walked to the room where he had just changed his clothes. "I'm not doing this part-time job anymore."

"Why are you like this? We've spent a lot of money and manpower on this interview." The photographer complained.

Ding Yiyi didn't hesitate this time. "I'm sorry. Maybe it's because I didn't have a part-time job like this. I didn't know I had to wear such revealing clothes and do those things. I don't think I could do that."

The photographer saw that she was determined, and her tone was not as tough as before. "Beauty, it's really hard for us to do this, or you can just do whatever you want?"

Ding Yiyi refused, and the photographer behind her was about to pull her in a hurry. She ran a few steps, circled back to the set, and picked up the slr on the shelf.

"Hey, what are you doing? Put it down!" The photographer panicked and reached for it. Ding Yiyi took a few steps back, raised his slr, and snapped, "I said I won't shoot, you're forcing me to smash your camera."

"If you don't take a picture, then leave! Put it down." The man suppressed his anger. Ding Yiyi put down his hand, and his eyes inadvertently scanned the slr, which was in the mode of browsing the photos. On the slr, a girl was wearing very little, putting on a shameful posture, with tears in her eyes.

"You forced them to take pictures!" Ding Yiyi said in disbelief, the man suddenly shouted and was about to grab ding yiyi regardless of anything. There was a sudden commotion outside the door. The two people were stunned. The man glared at her fiercely and went to open the door to see what happened.

As soon as the man opened the door, he got a hard kick on his chest and fell into the room. Ding Yiyi held the camera and looked at Ye Nianmo like a god.

Ye Nianmo's eyes fell on Ding Yiyi, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and his face was frighteningly repressed. He quickly took off his suit jacket and surrounded Ding Yiyi with the hood of his face.

His eyes fell on Ding Yiyi's loose collar, which could not be completely covered by his suit jacket, and his face changed.

"Nian Mo, I'm fine." Frightened, Ding Yiyi watched as he walked up to the curtain, pulled down the white curtain, came back to shake the curtain, and wrapped himself up in a tight mummy.

Outside the door, there was a commotion. From time to time, there was a voice, "Be honest, we are police c." The photographer quietly climbed up and slowly moved to the window. As soon as he stepped on the windowsill, the back collar of his shirt was already tightly pulled.

Ye Nianmo looked down at him and said coldly, "Did you touch her?"

"No, no, no. She's so fierce. I didn't do anything!" The man hurriedly waved his hand and said, the man in front of him was as gloomy as the asura in hell.

Ye Nianmo raised his eyebrows and said, "If she's not fierce, what do you want to do to her?"

The man didn't expect that he was wrong about anything and didn't dare to speak again. He lay down honestly. Beck walked in and saw Ding Yiyi wrapped tightly. He said, "The people outside have confessed. This is a group. Usually, under the name of recruitment, the girls are asked to go to the room with cameras to change their clothes. Then, they take photos. If they don't want to, they put the photos of them changing clothes. Some of them are extorting with photos."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who had been lying on the ground was picked up by Ye Nianmo and beaten up twice. His nose bled out immediately. The man opened his swollen eyelids with difficulty and shouted to Beck, "Police c, let me go with you. Help me."

Beck lit a cigarette and asked ding yiyi, "Did anyone speak just now?"

Beck didn't stop Ye Nianmo until he was beaten so badly that his mother didn't even know him. Police c took out a camera and a videotape from the room, and Ye Nianmo reached out to get it.

"This can't be done. It has to be evidence!" Beck snatched it back.

"Evidence?" Ye Nianmo asked in a huff, asking Ding Yiyi to dress up in front of others? Don't even think about it.

"She wasn't photographed. I wrapped her in sheets." The woman who was taken out turned around and said, she took a deep look at Ding Yiyi. Many women had been tricked here before. Even if they knew they were tricked, they didn't dare to say it. Some of them were very bad to her. Only Ding Yiyi was willing to help her, so she did a favor.

It was late, and Ding Yiyi got out of the car with the sheets wrapped around her. After a moment of hesitation, she ran back to the car. Ye Nianmo saw her get back into the car again and raised her eyebrows. "Something's wrong."

"I know I was wrong." She bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't just casually take a part-time job and almost get cheated."

"If that's all you have to say, then I know." Ye Nianmo said, suppressing his anger.

Ding Yiyi looked at him blankly. Did he do anything to make him angrier? In Ye Nianmo's eyes, she was silent and unwilling to confess.

"Ding Yiyi." Tired, he continued, "I'm not only angry because you almost got hurt, but also because you're in trouble and don't want to come to me."

The thought that he heard from Song Mengjie that Ding Yiyi was working hard for the hospital fee made him so sad that he couldn't help but want to strangle her!

In the closed workshop, the silence was oppressive. Ye Nianmo pulled his tie open, pressed down the window, and the cold air rolled into the car. He felt his shoulders sink.

Ding Yiyi leaned lightly on his shoulder and used his long hair to hide the uncertainty on his face. He whispered, "I'm very weak. I may need to rely on you a lot of times, but I don't know if one day you will get tired of this feeling and feel that my reliance is very stressful for you."

Ye Nianmo listened quietly as she dissected her thoughts. For the first time, she felt so fragile and vulnerable.

Ding Yiyi spoke for a long time and stopped the conversation awkwardly. She raised her head and looked at the document bag ye nianmo was using to knock on her.

Ye Nianmo put the file bag in her hand and motioned for her to open it. Ding Yiyi opened it suspiciously and slid out a thick stack of documents with the words' confidential' printed on the top in red mud.

"Time is running out. That's all I can do." Ye Nianmo said faintly. Ding Yiyi looked at two pages, and his fingers trembled slightly as he held the paper. The strength was so great that the bones were white, and the paper was shaking so hard that it made a noise. She asked in a trembling voice, "What are these?"

"My inventory." Ye Nianmo took out the last piece of paper and handed it to her. It was a huge insurance policy and the beneficiary was her.

He held her trembling hand and said in a calm voice, "I did all this to make you feel that you don't want to trouble me, don't want to rely on me, and that would make me sad. I can give you all these material things as long as you want them."

"Who wants these things from you!"

Ding Yiyi tore at the huge insurance policy in his hand, tears streaming down his face and wetting the paper. Ye Nianmo circled her, his forehead facing hers, his breath grinding. "Are you sad? Tell me, are you sad?"

Ding yi leaned against his chest, tears flowing freely, sobbing and nodding. Ye Nianmo tightened his arms and his voice was hoarse. "I'm sad too, even more so than you. Promise me to tell me everything in the future and let me help you solve it, okay?"

"Yes, I promise you." Ding Yiyi nodded repeatedly.

After a while, Ding Yiyi happily walked into the house. She habitually stood at the door for a while. Usually, cheng bao would come out of the house to greet her when he heard her voice. It was quiet today.

Ding Yiyi walked into the house as he changed his shoes and searched around for the precious figure. His eyes fell on the living room altar where his mother's image disappeared.

"Dad!" Ding Yiyi began to panic and shouted. The familiar voice did not ring immediately. The whole room was quiet.

She ran frantically to her father's house and opened it. There was no one inside. The closet was wide open. The clothes inside were turned upside down. A gift box was thrown to the ground. Ding Yiyi recognized it as the box that had put the suit on his father when he married his mother.

"Dad, don't scare me." Ding Yiyi felt weak and ran upstairs. There was no one in the bathroom or the utility room upstairs. She looked at her door.

Her hand was on the doorknob, and her palms were all sweaty. She could hardly turn the doorknob. The old wooden door was pushed open with a creaking sound. Ding Yiyi bit the back of her hand so hard that the pain prevented her from collapsing.

On the floor, Ding Dacheng was wearing his wedding dress and lying quietly with a picture of his wife in his arms. Bubbles were constantly coming out of his mouth, a note was pressed under the bottles and the Cheng Bao was lying motionless beside him.