Chapter 951

Ye Zimo, as if no one else, let ye nianmo make a fuss and look at Xia Yihan for a moment.

Xia Yihan took a deep breath and went back to grab nianmo back: "nianmo, Mommy, I'll make your favorite biscuit for you. How about waiting for mommy in the living room now?"

Nian Mo shakes his head and holds Xia Yihan's shirt tightly.

"Ye nianmo, go to the living room." Ye Zimo opened his mouth with a stern tone and a gentle look of paternal love.

Ye nianmo has a sense of fear for ye Zimo. After a twitch, he slowly releases Xia Yihan's hand and walks towards the door step by step.

Xia Yihan closed the door, turned to face Ye Zimo, took a deep breath, said: "even if you can imprison my people, but I don't want to have any physical entanglement with you, last night's things don't happen again."

Ye Zimo approached Xia Yihan with a bright smile: "Oh, who was * last night and who was clinging to me last night? Look, even now I'm close to you, your breath is mine."

Cruel language let Xia Yihan shame through the face, neck a Yang, last night considered a night of things to say: "I want to sign a contract with you!"

The silence was broken at half a ring: "good!"

Xia Yihan opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He swallowed: "if you want me to stay here, I will sign a contract with you!"

Ye Zimo raised his good-looking eyebrows and couldn't deny looking at Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan sticks to the wall, fumbles to the desk, picks up the pen and paper, and ye Zimo stands on the side and never leaves. He calmly looks at Xia Yihan's fast writing on the pen.

"Number one: I'm not allowed to touch you at any time. Are you sure?" Ye Zimo's eyes linger on Xia Yihan's naked neck and says with a smile.

Xia Yihan subconsciously raises his collar and glares at the man in front of him.

"The second: do not interfere in your personal freedom?"

"Article 3....."

Ye Zimo looked at it one by one until the last note disappeared in the man's rolling Adam's apple. The silence of death makes Xia Yihan uncomfortable.

"Now that you have proposed the contract, can I, as the contracting party, also propose it?"

Ye Zimo's attentive eyes let Xia Yihan unconsciously avoid his eyes: "yes, as long as it doesn't conflict with the content of my contract."

"I want you to trust me in the future. Can you do anything by yourself?" Word by word is clearly revealed from ye Zimo's thin lips.

Xia Yihan hesitates and believes in Ye Zimo? Believe this man who always plays with himself in the clapping room.

The clear tearing sound breaks Xia Yihan's hesitation. She looks at Ye Zimo's slender hand and tears the paper bit by bit.

"Xia Yihan, you never believe me. I'm like a fool." Casually drop the shredded paper, ye Zimo turns around coldly, he is afraid to stay another minute, his anger can no longer hide.

"Wait!" Xia Yihan licked his dry lips and said: "I'll try... Believe you."

"Deal!"

On a sunny morning, Xia Yihan secretly looks at the man sitting on the sofa, "if you look at me again, don't blame me for not fulfilling the contract." Ye Zimo's eyes are on the financial news, and his tone is not very good.

Xia Yihan turns his eyes and looks at Ye Zimo again. He has a firm look in his eyes: the jewelry design competition is about to start. I want to go out and take pictures. "

Ye Zimo put down his newspaper and looked at Xia Yihan attentively: "take a picture?"

"Well, my theme in this issue is nature and flowers, so I want to go around." Xia Yihan happily talked about his design concept, and then quickly shut up. I'm afraid this man is not interested in listening to himself.

Ye Zimo on the sofa really stood up, and Xia Yihan bowed his head with some sadness. Until the arm is pulled up by Ye Zimo.

"Where to?"

"Look for nature!"

In such a big garden, Xia Yihan has a drawing board in front of him, staring at Ye Zimo walking to the flower bed, folding a bunch of roses and then coming back to put them in the crystal bottle.

"Painting!" Ye Zimo is concise and comprehensive.

"Don't go too far!" Xia Yihan opens the drawing board and glares at Ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo sits comfortably on the chair and closes his eyes to nourish his spirit. Xia Yihan is angry and doesn't have a place to send. He deliberately makes the chair sound, but the man opposite seems to ignore it.

The feeling of a punch on the cotton makes Xia Yihan angry. The brush in his hand smears on the drawing board like anger. After a while, he devotes himself to painting.

Ye Zimo opens his beautiful eyes and looks at Xia Yihan, who has been fully engaged in his creation. The corner of his mouth rises slightly.

"Young master, there is a young lady named Youle outside the door looking for his wife." The housekeeper stood by respectfully.

"Youle!" Xia Yihan jumped up and ran out of the garden happily.

Ye Zimo's cold eyes looked at the housekeeper, straightened up and followed. Housekeeper wipe sweat, that girl looks really harmless appearance, so he temporarily softened, see ye Zimo's eyes, he also began to regret.

"Xia Yihan, your family is really big." Youle follows Xia Yihan enviously with his sketchpad.

Xia Yihan has a good impression of Youle, holding the other party's hand and refusing to let go. When seeing ye Zimo, Xia Yihan conditionally turns to Youle.

No expected infatuation, no envy, Youle just glanced at Ye Zimo and moved his eyes away.

"Who allowed you to step in here?" Ye Zimo said impolitely.

Youle's lovely big eyes are a little flustered, and the tone is stuttering: "I'm just, I'm just looking for Xia Yihan."

"She moved in the day before yesterday. How did you know she was here?" Ye Zimo looks at the panicked woman in front of him ironically and sits back on the sofa leisurely.

Xia Yihan turns to Youle and sighs. He pulls Youle to the side hall. Ye Zimo looks at the two coldly. The housekeeper comes forward: "do you want me to check the details of that woman?"

"No need."

At night, nianmo grabs Xia Yihan's hand and falls asleep. Xia Yihan gently takes away his curled hand and walks back to his room. He is startled by Ye Zimo sitting in the dark.

"Xia Yihan, stay away from that woman." Ye Zihan walks in and looks down at Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan shook his head and stepped back: "she is different from those women. Don't think everyone is so bad."

Ye Zimo low smile, side head kiss on the summer a Han sensitive earlobe: "that we come to try."

Under the lush grape trellis of the manor, Xia Yihan's sleepy head was awakened by the whispers from the side.

"Don't be like that, Mr. Ye. You are my lover." Youle is close to the wall, pushing Ye Zimo with her fingers, and her face is red.

Ye Zimo's eyes swept the familiar shadow, raised a charming smile, slender legs can not refuse to step into the thigh of Youle pink skirt: "don't cover up, say your desire."

Youle had no way in the eyes of a glimmer of confusion, hands also slowly raised, about to ring ye Zimo's neck, almost obsessed with the murmur: "you finally fall in love with me."

"Youle!" The rapid cry makes Youle push Ye Zimo away in an instant, and her eyes return to their original state of helplessness. Xia Yihan rushes to Youle and helps Youle tidy up her skirt. Without looking at Ye Zimo, she takes Youle's hand and wants to go.

"Xia Yihan, remember what you promised me?" Ye Zimo said coldly behind him.

Xia Yihan steps a meal, the side has quickly flashed a fresh wind, watching Ye Zimo go farther and farther, Xia Yihan's palm unconsciously pull tightly.

At night, Xia Yihan was awakened by a slight quick knock on the door. The housekeeper said anxiously: "young master is drunk, no one dares to approach her, madam..."

Xia Yihan came to the living room in a hurry and saw Ye Zimo sitting on the sofa, his face as usual, but he had a strong taste of wine near him.

The housekeeper put the ginger soup into Xia Yihan's hand and left in a hurry. Xia Yihan hesitated for a while, or took the ginger soup to Ye Zimo and put it on the table.

Ye Zimo's eyes swept the ginger soup, and the handsome face seemed to stop for a moment. Xia Yihan sighed, picked up the ginger soup spoon, squatted in front of Ye Zimo, and handed the spoon to each other's lips.

Ye Zimo's thin lips are pursed, and Xia Yihan's back brain is fixed with one hand. Xia Yihan's overbearing lips are imprinted on his lips, and all the ginger soup in his mouth is poured into Xia Yihan's mouth.

Xia Yihan can't resist swallowing. Her cough makes her subconsciously push Ye Zimo away. Ye Zimo is enraged. Her unfocused eyes burst out a burning light, pulling up and pressing the person sitting on the ground.

"Xia Yihan! Is it that hard to believe me? Is it that hard to cling to me? " Ye Zimo eagerly kisses, with inexplicable anxiety.

"Ye Zimo, you are so heavy! Get out of me. " Xia Yihan is incarcerated by the other party, so he has to beat Ye Zimo's chest.

Ye Zimo slightly changed the angle, virtual pressure on each other, but refused to leave.

Xia Yihan flustered, flashed in his mind that strange man's disgusting and wet kiss at the design reception, desperate struggle, slender hand grabbing a bloodstain on Ye Zimo's neck.

Xia Yihan looked at the blood bead slowly emerging from ye Zimo's neck, and said unconsciously: "you said you didn't touch me, it was clearly agreed."

"Agreement? Ha ha Ye Zimo's low smile: "yes, you promised me to believe me, but, Xia Yihan, did you do it?"

Deep and thick, but with the injured roar, Xia Yihan is stunned. He reaches out his finger to press the wound on Ye Zimo's neck. Ye Zimo frowns and looks at Xia Yihan.

"Ha ha, well said, I don't believe you, but you, what have you done? Fashion jewelry is my pillar. If you take it away, why do you do those things again?"