Chapter 19

He really remembers her name. When song wanting asked, she didn't expect the answer to be like this.

That's right. When he took the maid out, it's unusual for him to bring her out.

Song wanting smiles generously at Xia Yihan and says to her in the tone of the hostess, "Miss Xia, please sit down. Don't be too restrained when you come out to play."

Ye Zimo said indifferently: "you sit down, don't praise her, just a servant."

Haizhixuan glances at Xia Yihan without any trace. I don't know if ye Zimo's words hurt her.

Xia Yihan lowered his head and stood not far behind Ye Zimo. His white face was light red. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or embarrassment.

Song wanting is no longer polite. She sits down on the chair beside Ye Zimo and pours a cup of tea in front of him.

Ye Zimo took a sip of the tea she served. She showed a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, leaned her head closer to him, and said gently, "when will you come to our house for a snack? My father said that playing chess with you is the most enjoyable, and my mother also said that she wanted to see you. "

Ye Zimo put down the teacup lightly and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "only your parents miss me?"

"You Song wanting's face suddenly rose red.

She missed him, day and night, all the time.

Ye Zimo is like a cloud that can't be caught in the sky. Sometimes she thinks he likes her, but more often she feels that he is out of reach.

"Are you going or not?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, song wanting took him by the arm.

"Look at your performance tonight!"

Such a direct hint made song wanting blush even worse.

They had been close to each other, but even in bed, he was just like an emperor. When did he say such explicit words.

Is this ye Zimo she knows?

Haizhixuan coughed gently. Ye Zimo just thought of him and asked, "why didn't Pan Yu come?"

"Angry, said I accompany her too little."

"By the way, young master ye, I want to ask you to do me a little favor."

"It's rare for young master hai to speak. I may not be able to help you." Ye Zimo took a sip of tea and replied with a sarcastic tone.

"The day after tomorrow is Pan Yu's birthday. I want to buy some clothes for her. The Miss Xia you brought today seems to have the same figure as her. I'd like to ask her to help me choose and try it on tomorrow. I wonder if it's convenient? "

It's time to communicate alone, Hai. Do you have to be so obvious?

Ye Zimo is sneering in his heart. He has no expression on his face. He only asks Xia Yihan calmly, "have you heard Mr. Hai's words?"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, I heard it. I'm at Mr. Ye's command."

Haizhixuan also tasted a mouthful of tea and said slowly, "if it's not convenient, just take it as if I didn't say it."

"What's wrong with that? Didn't I tell you last time? If you want to, I'll give her to you. Her beauty is OK. It's OK to relax occasionally. "

Xia Yihan's hand quietly clenched, slightly trembled, and his face turned red uncontrollably.

She lowered her head and didn't want to be seen humiliated or embarrassed.

When Xia Yihan is tortured by the sense of shame, song wanting feels more of a crisis.

Ye Zimo has always been indifferent to women. It seems that the women who really arouse his interest do not exist in his eyes.

It's song wanting, with a small mouth, who is so clever that she tries her best to make him happy and seldom sees his smile.

How could he say such disrespectful words to a woman who didn't care? There is only one possibility

She timely smile, soft voice said: "Zi Mo, I promised Pan Yu to help her look at haizhixuan, with me, even if he has the heart of the thief, he does not have the courage of the thief."

Haizhixuan's eyes have already swept Xia Yihan's situation, and he said with a smile: "I just want her to help me try on the clothes, and I have no other idea. I will ask the driver to take her back before 5 pm."

Ye Zimo no longer talks, but drinks tea with his head down.

The next time, no one mentioned Xia Yihan, she slowly recovered from the embarrassing situation.

Most of the time haizhixuan and song wanting chat, ye Zimo hardly speak.

At the end of the afternoon party, song wanting took Ye Zimo's arm and said in a soft voice, "go to our house for dinner!"

"I'll go there." Ye Zimo said softly.

Song wanting was overjoyed. No matter how dignified she was, she couldn't hide her excitement.

You know, ye Zimo never takes a woman home for the night, and basically solves her physiological problems in the presidential suite of a star hotel, and sleeping with her is no exception.

She always felt that her daughter, the vice president of the provincial Party committee, had a sense of shame when she did that with him in the hotel. I hope that one day she can walk into his home and get close to his world like the girl friend of an ordinary man.

Now she's finally looking forward to it.She tried to make herself calm, took Ye Zimo's arm, put her head on his shoulder, and said more softly, "good!"

"Zimo, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, my driver will pick up Miss Xia. Thank you very much."

"Well." Ye Zimo snorted, carrying song wanting into the elevator. Xia Yihan bowed his head and followed them silently.

When the car was about to arrive at Ye's house, the security guard in front of him sent out a message informing Mr. Ye that he would go back soon, accompanied by Miss Song.

When song wanting and Hai Zhixuan came, they were treated equally. The dishes were very rich, and ye Zimo's face was not cold.

She thought he would take her around the villa. He didn't. He just had a meal with her.

At dinner, the housekeeper asked, "Mr. Ye, do you want to prepare a guest room for Miss Song?"

The reason for this is that ye Zimo did not take the woman home for dinner alone.

The housekeeper also knows the relationship between song wanting and ye Zimo, and thinks that since she brought it back, she should have stayed overnight.

"No Ye Zimo only answered two words.

Song wanting's face is a little red. She thinks that ye Zimo's potential answer is to ask her to sleep with him in the master bedroom.

Before her smile was gone, she listened to Ye Zimo's command: "prepare a car, I'll go out with Miss Song."

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

Song wanting's smile froze for a moment, and then forced herself to calm down. If she wants ordinary men, even excellent men, she has too many choices.

The problem is that she wants the best man in the world, so she has to endure.

I believe that one day, he will affectionately tell her: "wanting, be my wife."