Chapter 15

In Ye Zimo's study, he sat on the chair, and his face was colder than when he was in the hall.

His cold eyes looked at the housekeeper with strong oppression, and the housekeeper's shirt was wet with sweat.

After a while, ye Zimo said in a positive tone: "you are favoritism! This is the first and last time. If I find out again, you will consider the consequences yourself! "

The housekeeper also wanted to explain a few words. He was forced back by his cold eyes before he opened his mouth. He only dared to say yes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye! It's my fault. I'll never do that again! "

"Go back!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

The housekeeper said respectfully and left the room. Only when he came to the door did he dare to stop and wipe his sweat.

It's all under surveillance. No matter how angry or resentful he is, he doesn't dare to express anything on his face.

When the housekeeper is away, the six maids are almost divided into two groups. Fang Lina and several of them are still whispering about Xia Yihan. Even if ye Zimo said that Xia Yihan had no experience of kissing, they didn't believe it. They always thought that if she hadn't had the skill to seduce him, he wouldn't kiss her in public.

Only God knows how much they hate and envy Ye Zimo's kiss, and how much they hope that will happen to them.

Wine and wine also turned the topic to this. Her little face was slightly red, and she said to Xia Yihan with envy: "Oh, the prince is so domineering, my heart is captured. Yihan, why don't you take the opportunity to put your arms around his neck and kiss him back. Are you dizzy? How can you push him? "

Liu Xiaojiao also echoed in a low voice: "yes, Yihan, if you strike while the iron is hot and become Mr. Ye's person, are you afraid that they will bully you?"

Their problems make Xia Yihan's cheeks blush quickly. The suffocating feeling of being kissed is No, Xia Yihan, he is not Mo Xiaojun, so the reaction to his kiss should be disgusting.

Seeing that she did not speak, Liu Xiaojiao continued to lobby her: "you seize the opportunity, I have heard that the prince's interest in women will not last long."

This reminds Xia Yihan that she should draw closer to him when ye Zimo doesn't hate her so much.

It's even more obvious that only he can keep her here.

If one day she can become friends with him, though it is almost impossible, she should strive for it.

"Jiujiu, Xiaojiao, wait for me. I'll thank Mr. Ye face to face. But for what he said today, I might not be here. "

"Good! You go! It's better to come back for a long time! " The two of them were obviously more excited than herself.

Xia Yihan meets the housekeeper in the corridor. She forces herself to squeeze out a smile. Although she hates him more than ye Zimo, she still has to smile at him in order to stay.

"Housekeeper, which room is Mr. Ye in?"

The housekeeper put a smile on his face and said politely, "Yihan, Mr. Ye is in the study."

His smile and his politeness make Xia Yihan's back cool. She is so kind to her for no reason. In secret, I don't know what to do to her. It seems that she should be more energetic.

"Thank you very much!"

Xia Yihan finished, according to the housekeeper's instructions, gently knocked on Ye Zimo's study door.

"Come in!"

She took a deep breath, turned the door, stood at the door and said softly, "Mr. Ye, I've come to thank you specially."

"Come here!" No doubt, he ordered, with a voice and a look as if the king were dealing with the female slaves who had no resistance.

Is this the one who protects her reputation in public?

How can he be so superior in a twinkling of an eye?

In her heart, the distance she drew close to him seemed to be drawing apart again. She thought he was paying attention to her. But why? From his point of view, she is just an ordinary little maid, maybe as low as dust.

When he comes to his big computer desk, Xia Yihan stops and thanks him solemnly.

"Mr. Ye, thank you very much for giving me another chance today."

"Come here!" He interrupted her in a deep voice.

The oppressive feeling of these two words makes Xia Yihan nervous unconsciously. She glances at the position of two people, and then she goes forward to the table.

Does he want her next to his chair?

She was afraid of that distance.

He won't, Xia Yihan. Take it easy. He won't embarrass an ordinary woman like you, but he likes the feeling that everything is in his hands.

Don't be nervous. Just act like nothing happened.

She walked around the desk as calmly as she could and came to him. Before she stopped, her arm was suddenly caught by his strong hand.

Panic, she also tried to seize the table to stop, but he is like a quick action leopard, neatly caught his small prey, she firmly fixed in his arms.

His steel arm encircles her slender and soft waist, his cheek is close to her ear, and he asks softly, "what's it like to be kissed by me?"Magnetic voice seems to be able to reach the depths of people's heart, Xia Yihan's heart can't help shaking.

The man's breath is domineering around her nose, just like the smell of poppy, which makes people lose their mind.

She knows that she can't have a little feeling for other men, but suddenly she feels that she has become a little weak.

In Xia Yihan's struggle, the soft and smooth earlobe is suddenly covered by his hot lips and tongue. A numb itching sensation, like the feeling of being penetrated by electric current, rushes to her four limbs.

She clenched her lips, took a deep breath, and tried to get rid of the ambiguity he made. Even if her body still couldn't move, she at least had to keep sober.

"Mr. Ye! Please, please let me go She said what she thought was the calmest sentence, only to find her voice trembling.

Ye Zimo didn't seem to want to let go of it. She still had her earlobe and asked vaguely, "do you like it or hate it when I kiss you?"

"I..."

Xia Yihan didn't know how to answer, saying that he was disgusted, for fear that he would be angered.

Say you like it? No, she can't say these two words to others, even if it's fake.

While she was thinking, his lips made a great effort, and the slight pain of her earlobe was sucked in, and a murmur came out of her mouth unconsciously.

She seemed to hear him take a quick breath, and then her earlobes were free.

She tried to stand up and couldn't do it at all. His arm was still on her waist, and there was a tendency to continue to tighten.

Obviously, she has to give the answer he wants.

"Say it He ordered coldly, but this time there was an imperceptible hoarseness in his voice.