Chapter 124

"Oh, if you don't tell me, why didn't I think of it! Will this song tell his wife about this? Oh, no, I must have caused you trouble. " The mood of wine suddenly turns from sunny to cloudy. The change is as fast as possible.

In this way, Xia Yihan couldn't bear it and advised her in turn: "it's OK. I just want you to pay attention later. It shouldn't matter this time."

"What if she complains and the lady wants to drive you out? Didn't I hurt you?"

Xia Yihan sighed and thought, if my wife drives me out, I thank you for not having time. Just through this morning, she has understood that, to drive her, I'm afraid the wife will not easily drive, always worried about ye Zimo's mood.

What she worries about is not this at all. Instead, she always thinks that Fu Fengyi may be mo Xiaojun's mother. When she thinks about this, she is not willing to do anything that makes her unhappy.

Even if not Mo Xiaojun's mother, she is Ye Zimo's mother, she also does not want to make her angry.

See wine or very uneasy, Xia Yihan quietly comfort her: "it's OK, do you think she will sue me less? I'm not staying here yet. "

"Yes, I'm relieved to hear that. Anyway, we prince like you, no one can drive you away, the power of love is the greatest

Wine side said, also did not stop the hand action, hard according to Xia Yihan, put her every corner to smear milk, also use rose petals random rub a gas.

Although her method is not very reliable, but it is really very fragrant, and it is the kind of faint fragrance. It seems that you can't smell it, but as soon as you close your eyes, it seems that there is a kind of flower fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy.

"Well, Yihan, I'm sure the prince will not be angry with you again." The wine clapped and finished.

At the same time, the housekeeper outside knocked impatiently.

"Hurry up, Mr. Ye must be in a hurry."

After the housekeeper called, Mo Xiaonong came in with the selected clothes.

It's just the same with the idea of wine. It's a pink rose skirt. It looks sunny and sweet. The neckline is a little bit low. It seems sexy.

Xia Yihan looked at the bright little skirt and asked them in a low voice: "it's not good to wear this skirt. It's too short and the color is so bright."

She really didn't want to make ye Zimo feel that she was going to serve him happily.

"Elder sister, you're too conservative. It's too short. You're almost knee high. You don't see people showing their breasts and buttocks all over the street. You don't show them anywhere. How nice the package is. " Mo Xiaonong said, back and forth to Xia Yihan to see. In fact, in addition to some short and low neckline, this is a relatively complete skirt. I'm afraid Xia Yihan's most tangled color is still the color.

"Yihan, do you remember making biscuits for Mr. Ye that day? So he ate it all, which means he wants to see your mind. If you think about it, today you took a petal bath and put on such a rose like skirt, your whole person is a heart. Don't you want him to be happy to see you? " Wine is also helping.

Her words make Xia Yihan recall the way ye Zimo ate her biscuits at that time. Although he didn't look very happy, in fact, she saw something moving in his eyes.

She didn't want to see him smile. He was as gentle as the spring breeze.

Jun, you won't be upset if I do this, will you? If you are really his brother, he is also a relative you miss for a long time. I certainly don't love him, but I can be nice to him. You don't blame me for doing so, do you?

When she was stunned, the wine had already started to drag her out of the water and directly put on the bath towel to wipe her clean.

"Well, I'll do it myself." Xia Yihan took the bath towel, wiped it and put it aside. Mo Xiaonong gave her underwear.

"This..." Xia Yihan looked at the two small pieces and felt cool.

Next, Jiujiu and Mo Xiaonong have another theory of biscuits, and the door is still pressing. Xia Yihan has no choice but to put them on.

She thought to herself that it would be better for ye Zimo to ask her to go, just to see the scenery and not to let her take off her clothes, although she thought it was very unlikely.

When Xia Yihan came out of the bathroom, the housekeeper and several security guards outside were in a hurry.

However, with her walking, a fresh fragrance suddenly calmed their restless heart. Looking at Xia Yihan, she was just a walking rose.

"Hey, don't look around. I'll report to the prince." Wine warning, a few men busy closed coveted line of sight, honestly said: "Miss Xia, please!"

Until he got on the bus, Xia Yihan still felt that his clothes were not right, but he had no chance to change them. He had to settle down as he came.

The security guard who escorted her negotiated with the front desk staff in the group hall. The front desk then transferred the phone to Lin Ling. Lin Ling asked Ye Zimo to let them go and let them take the elevator directly to the top floor.

The security guards don't know why Xia Yihan has to use so many people to escort the group, but it's not their responsibility. Their responsibility is to obey orders.

Even if you enter the elevator, two people will go in first and stand in the two innermost corners respectively. After Xia Yihan goes in, she gets on two more and protects her in four directions.

Xia Yihan has never been surrounded by so many people. In fact, she knows that ye Zimo is afraid that there will be any action in Shanshan's side, so she specially tells her that she wants so many people to send her.

She has never been willing to toss others, but it is obvious that the young master Ye has different ideas from her, and seems to take tossing people for granted.

On the top floor, four security guards escorted Xia Yihan to the door of Ye Zimo's office.

A security guard knocked at the door and reported, "Mr. Ye, Miss Xia has arrived."

"Tell her to come in. You guys wait at the elevator." Ye Zimo's voice came out from inside, and the security guard said, "yes, Mr. Ye!" A few people walked together, leaving Xia Yihan alone at the door.

She suddenly had no reason for a burst of tension, do not know that she dressed like this, waiting for her is his appreciation, his happiness, or his indifference, his irony.

Xia Yihan stirred his hands for a moment, took a deep breath and turned the door open.

Ye Zimo is sitting on his large leather office chair at this time. In order to show his carelessness to her arrival, he lowers his head and looks at the documents in his hand with great heart.

He didn't pay attention, but let Xia Yihan a sigh of relief.

"Close the door!" Ye Zimo orders her in a deep voice.

Xia Yihan then turned to close the door and stood quietly facing him.

From her entrance, ye Zimo smelled a faint fragrance, but it was not the fragrance of Bath Milk commonly used in her home. The fragrance was more natural and more comfortable.

He put down the file in his hand, slowly raised his head and looked at the petite figure standing at the door.

Her dress brightened his eyes. What he hated most on weekdays was such a tender color. No matter who wore it, he couldn't help frowning. Maybe Lin Ling knows what he likes, so he puts such a piece in Xia Yihan's clothes intentionally but without any trace.

No one would have thought that the color that ye Zimo disliked most was on Xia Yihan, but it made him feel so good-looking.

He recognized that the fragrance from her body was the smell of a rose. Did she take a bath with her petals?

Would she be so attentive? He is not Mo Xiaojun.

"Come here!" His voice did not have the surprise Xia Yihan expected, but he didn't seem as angry as he was in the morning.

Xia Yihan tries to be calm, walks around his big desk and comes to him.

As she approached, her fragrance became more and more obvious. He felt that she was like a enchanting rose blooming beside him.

It has to be said that in a short period of time, the women he developed have faded their green, and now they are full of the charm of mature women.

Her tender little mouth slightly open, is a kind of unconscious reaction, that she is actually a little nervous.

He fixed his eyes on her little mouth and didn't kiss her. As he looked at her, Xia Yihan became more nervous and his heart thumped. As if in anticipation, as if in fear, want to escape, and want to be close, that kind of complex emotions always troubled her, until he suddenly put his arm around her waist.

"On purpose? Do you want me to enjoy it? " He encircled her tightly and asked in her ear. The warm breath made Xia Yihan's sensitive body tremble again.

She couldn't tell whether he liked her or didn't, but at least she didn't get angry, which was enough to make her happy.

Thinking of the words that Mo Xiaonong and Jiujiu repeatedly instilled in her ears, Xia Yihan decided to be more flexible to make him happy.

"Yes, I want to make you happy." Xia Yihan said in a low voice. With this light word, ye Zimo's heart suddenly tightened and pressed her little mouth like crazy.

His kiss was so arrogant and overbearing that he didn't give her a breath.

It's like taking away the oxygen in Xia Yihan's brain. She fainted without any strength. She could only fall on his steel arm and allow him to plunder wantonly.

He was almost gnawing at her, making her lips slightly painful. She knew that he was trying to vent his anger, so she extended her arms around his neck to cater to him.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that his anger would stop there, and his mood would be sunny every day.

Such a lingering kiss seems to be a good hypnotic medicine. When Xia Yihan was kissed, he felt the spring flowers bloom again, even though his expression was still so cold.

I do not know how long this kiss, ye Zimo just stopped, his breathing also became short. His hands hold Xia Yihan's delicate face, and his ink eyes look at her for a moment.

"I wish I could kiss you! So you can get the Mo bastard out of your head! " His voice was hoarse with hatred.

Xia Yihan sees the hatred in Ye Zimo's eyes. He hates Mo Xiaojun. She can't let him hate Mo Xiaojun.

Almost out of an instinctive reaction, Xia Yihan raised his voice and retorted very seriously: "you can't scold Mo Xiaojun! No