The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Suddenly, the people present saw that the general manager had made a move. They saw that his hands, which had been clasped on the table, were loosened, and one hand reached under the table. Naturally, he took out his cell phone, and his face changed from a stern look at the beginning to a gentle one.

Just as the department manager breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the general manager's face turn from sunny to gloomy, and it became even more frightening, thinking that the general manager had not been listening to the report but was paying attention to his mobile phone.

As soon as his head wandered off, the number he was reading was also wrong. "Last quarter was 23 % higher than the previous quarter." The department manager didn't find himself wrong and continued reading.

"Wait a minute." Ye Nianmo tapped his fingers on the table and repeated, "23 %?"

The department manager quickly went back to see that he had said the wrong thing, which should be 32 %, and his face turned from white to green.

"Continue." Ye Nianmo put his phone on the table and said casually. The rest of them didn't dare to be distracted anymore and focused.

Ye Nianmo couldn't help but look at his phone. He was upset. Just now, he thought it was Ding Yiyi calling, but it turned out to be a text message from united customer service informing him that there would be a typhoon in a few days.

After the meeting, Ye Nianmo refused the invitation to dine with the higher-ups. When everyone in the office was gone, he took out his cell phone, and on his contact list, Ding Yiyi was still silent. After a while, he threw his cell phone on the table dejectedly. Why didn't she call herself? She already knew that those things were not his intention!

He dialed the inside line, and the secretary's voice came. "General manager, Yezongzhu has already left."

Out? Ye Nianmo called Yebo unhappily. The call was connected and Yebo immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, young master. I ran out without your permission."

"Why don't you find out what Ding Yiyi is doing?"

"Young master, this is why I came out." Ye bo was happy that he had successfully figured out what the young master meant.

Ye Nianmo was a little depressed. Was his feelings for ding yiyi already so obvious? Suppressing his emotions, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip gracefully, "What is she doing now?"

Yebo hesitated and looked at the two people who were talking happily in the coffee shop. He hesitated and said, "Miss Ding seems to be dating. It seems that the other person's surname is ye, and his name is ye Chu Yun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone hung up quickly. Yebo could only continue to focus on the two people sitting on his left.

The waiter walked up to Ding Yiyi and Ye Chuyun and asked politely, "May I help you?"

"An orange juice, no peach on the cake, and a cup of coffee, please." Ye Chuyun handed the menu to the waiter.

"Do you remember my peach allergy?" Ding Yiyi was quick to speak, and it was only after he finished that he felt awkward. Ye Chuyun did not realize it. He looked at her, and his heart was so happy that it was beyond words. It took him a lot of effort to restrain himself from wanting to come forward and hold her in his arms.

"You've lost a lot of weight." Ding Yiyi said worriedly, looking at the dimples on his cheeks and the fact that his body was not as strong as it used to be, but rather a little drained.

"Maybe the food in the united states is not used to it." Ye Chu yun smiled and moved the orange juice in front of her. There was a tattoo on his sleeve, and it was faintly visible as a figure.

"Looks like you learned about foreign culture and got tattoos too." Ding Yiyi joked. Ye Chu yun rolled up his sleeves to cover the tattoo with a smile and said softly, "Someone told me in the united states that someone he liked would be tattooed on a certain part of his body and the person he missed would receive it. It doesn't seem to work."

Ding Yiyi gulped down the orange juice. She didn't dare ask him what he meant by that. She was afraid to hear that he already had the answer to the person he loved, and she was even more afraid that he was the one he said he loved.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I'm here to see you today." Ye Chuyun looked at her with a serious expression, as if they had never been separated.

Ding Yiyi's heart was sour, some regret, some reluctance, but the initial heartache was put down, but more calm.

"If auntie is feeling better, it's better to go back to the country. The domestic diet is more suitable for you." Ding Yiyi said sincerely.

Ye Chuyun was taken aback when he saw her expression, and then he was relieved that she had really let go of herself. That was good, and he could rest assured.

The wind chime on the coffee shop door rang, and a figure came in hurriedly. After a short pause, he walked towards ding yiyi.

Ye Nianmo had long seen the two of them talking and laughing through the glass door. Her heart was filled with anger. She had been waiting for her phone call for so long, but she was meeting old qing there.

"Long time no see, Nian Mo." Ye Chu yun saw that his eyes were angry, and Ding Yiyi's eyes were dodging. His heart was somewhat clear, and his heart was throbbing again. He had to hold on to the tablecloth.

"Why are you so thin?" Ye Nianmo was also stunned to see him stand up. The same style of clothes now felt empty.

"Maybe it's because the land and the water are unconvinced." Ye Chu yun smiled and brushed it off, deliberately leading the conversation away. "You guys?"

"We have nothing to do with each other." Ding Yiyi said in advance, but there was a taste of cover-up.

"Nothing?" Ye nianmo emphasized in a round tone with anger on her face.

Yiyi, can you help me pack a cake at the counter? As soon as we get back to the country, our appetite is good." Ye Chuyun suddenly turned to ding yiyi and said.

Ding Yiyi nodded immediately. She was really worried about his health. Ye Nianmo knew that he had deliberately pushed her away and stood there in silence.

"Ye Nianmo, I gave her to you, but why did you make her sad?" Ye Chuyun said coldly. He would have beaten him up if his health hadn't allowed him to mess around.

"I like her." Ye nianmo said, casting her eyes on the person who was carefully choosing the cake at the counter, her eyes gentle.

"Just like it?" Ye Chu yun muttered to himself in a very low voice. If he only liked this level, he would not be at ease to hand over Ding Yiyi!

"Nian Mo, since you just like her, don't stop her from leaving. Yiyi has just decided to go to america with me." Ye Chuyun lied.

"What did you say!" Ye Nianmo's voice rose abruptly and his eyes were cold. Ye Chuyun looked at him and sighed in his heart. I'm afraid he didn't know yiyi's position in his heart.

"Yiyi promised to go to the united states with me. I hope you don't pester her anymore." Ye Chuyun felt that his heart was not feeling well, so he said forcefully.

Ye nianmo stood there, her eyes glued to Ding Yiyi, who was walking towards her with the cake in his hand. Her back in his head was drifting away. He couldn't help but reach out his arm and catch Ding Yiyi, who was about to pass the cake to Ye Chuyun.

Let go! It hurts!" Ding Yiyi cried out in pain from his unwitting grip. Ye Nianmo realized later and quickly let go.

"Are you going with him?" Ye Nianmo said word by word, his heart beating fast, and even his breathing was a little unstable.

Ding Yiyi thought he was asking if he was going to spend the next few days with Ye Chuyun. She nodded. Ye Chuyun was going abroad. Of course, she had to spend a few more days with him.

"Okay, okay, okay." Ye Nianmo said it several times in a row, and there was no need to ask any more questions. Ye Chuyun was always more important than herself in her heart!

Ye Nianmo looked deeply at Ding Yiyi and said nothing. He turned and left. His pride did not allow him to ask to stay.

When Ding Yiyi saw that he had left decisively, his heart suddenly emptied. Ye Chuyun walked up to her and blocked Ye Nianmo from leaving. This time, he would do the bad guys.

Ye family, Ao Xue took out his design and said, "Aunt Xia, tomorrow is the time for us to submit the proposal. Can you take a look at it for me?"

Xia Yihan took the drawing and examined every detail with a magnifying glass, but her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Aunt Xia, did I not design well?" Ao Xue asked, his heart thumping. Xia Yihan handed the painting to her and said, "You have a talent for design. You never forget that these are your strengths. But child, I can't see the soul in your painting."

"Soul?" Ao Xue was a little dissatisfied, painting is painting, where did the soul come from? Xia Yihan saw that she did not listen, and only nodded regretfully.

"Young master!" The housekeeper exclaimed. It was raining heavily outside. Ye Nianmo came in drenched. He hurried to get a towel.

"Nian Mo!" Xia Yihan and Ao Xue called at the same time. Xia Yihan went to get his clothes, and Ao Xue called the kitchen to cook ginger soup.

"Mom, I'm fine." Ye Nianmo forced a smile and walked upstairs.

"Nian Mo." He turned to look at her, his eyes icy cold. Ao Xue stepped back and subconsciously avoided the terrible look.

In the bathroom, Ye Nianmo quietly looked at himself in the mirror. There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and his heart was cold to the bone.

The puffy head was continuously spraying hot water, and the steam blurred the mirror, vaguely drawing a human shape, which swayed on the mirror, from far to near, as if laughing at his powerlessness.

"Enough!" He punched the mirror and the mirror cracked and the cracks spread under his fist.

Xia Yihan and Ao Xue were preparing ginger soup when they saw Ye Nianmo hurrying down the stairs and walking out of the house.

"Nian Mo!" Xia Yihan hurriedly shouted, only to see his back. This was the first time Ye Nianmo completely ignored his mother's words. He just wanted to run and erase all the things about Ding Yiyi in his mind.

He ran in the rain, and the bean-sized raindrops hit his face, smashing it open and gathering water from his face.

His clothes were all wet and tightly pressed against his body, his shoes filled with water, and occasionally the lights of a car shone from afar. He did not hide, as if he had fallen into a state of forgetfulness, only breathing heavily.