C143 Young Master Ye's maid 65

He did not seem to notice that the infatuated eyes of the maids seemed to drift to him.

It was as if he owned the entire world, but he also seemed to be standing high above the crowd, incomparably lonely and cold.

Occasionally she wanted to be with him, and occasionally she felt that she was not qualified.

No matter how cold and lonely he was, he was still not as cold and lonely as Xiao Jun.

If he was angry, then maybe it would be fine. As long as he didn't torture her like a pervert and just ignored her, letting her disappear from his sight, that would be the ideal situation, right?

Thinking of this, she let out a long sigh.

"You love him, don't you, Yihan?" Someone suddenly asked her a question from behind. Xia Yihan was surprised for a moment, then turned around. It was He Wen.

She didn't know how long He Wen stood behind her, but she couldn't even hear the footsteps when she looked at Ye Mo.

After a few contacts, Xia Yihan's impression of He Wen had improved a lot. Although she still felt that calling them friends and their identities were a bit awkward, she was grateful to her in her heart.

Xia Yihan did not answer her question. Instead, she lightly asked, "Why are you up so early?"

"I can't sleep, so I got up to take a walk." He Wen's words were also soft.

"Life is actually really very short. If you love one person, you might as well admit it. It would be too painful to avoid suspicion between two people. Fate will not always wait there. Why wait until we can't be together before coming back to regret not being brave enough? " He Wen's words seemed to be said for Xia Yihan, but also for herself. After saying that, she sighed as her eyes seemed to shine with a faint light.

How could Xia Yihan not understand the meaning behind her words? Last night, Ye Mo had said, "Who is your lover?" It was very clear that he wanted her to fall in love with him.

If she had, he would not have been angry today.

But could she make the people under the ground feel cold in order to keep him from getting angry?

If one day, like He Wen said, she had to leave here, she didn't know whether she would regret not being brave at this moment. Even if she regretted, she didn't have any way to change these inherent thoughts.

"Go back?" Xia Yihan asked He Wen softly, but did not reply to her from beginning to end.

"Okay, go back."

The two of them finished their conversation and walked towards the main house slowly. They didn't hold hands, but they walked closer to each other.

As He Wen thought about the man in her heart, her steps were very heavy. Xia Yihan was the same.

It was just a short walk, but it seemed like they had walked for a very long time, until they simultaneously heard the voice of the butler.

"Mr. Ye, I've almost finished preparing to choose a female servant. "Do you think we should do as we did last time, or just interview a few people?"

"No need to cause such a commotion, I will call Lin Ling over and check with Lin Da Hui. Then, choose another ten people to come in."

Ten. This number made Xia Yihan feel a bit uncomfortable. He didn't know if these ten women would be like last time, half of them were taken to bed by him. If that was the case, then the frequency at which he filled his harem wouldn't be any less than the emperor's.

Xia Yihan's lonely expression did not escape He Wen's eyes. She guessed that the two of them might have gotten into some sort of conflict.

With the intention to create opportunities for them, He Wen called out to Ye Mo after the butler finished talking to him, "Mr. Ye!"

Ye Mo followed the voice and looked over. His eyes were cold and his expression was a bit cold.

"Go back to your work." He ordered the butler behind him.

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Xia Yihan could tell that Ye Zichen was still angry when she saw his expression. She didn't know if she should go and say something to make him happy, or if it would be better if she stayed away from him and let him ignore her.

She was always afraid that her past might backfire and make him angrier.

She did not take a step forward, nor did she take a step back. She just stood there.

Ye Mo's gaze was cold as he looked at her face. He then opened his lips and said coldly, "Come here!"

He was looking at Xia Yihan, so Xia Yihan followed his orders and walked two steps in front of him. Unexpectedly, Ye Mo frowned slightly and said unhappily, "I didn't call you, I called He Wen."

Xia Yihan's footsteps stopped in embarrassment. Her face turned red in embarrassment, and she bit her lips, unable to move again.

He Wen knew that Ye Mo was purposely making things difficult for Xia Yihan. He wanted to help her, but he couldn't. She had to listen to Ye Mo's orders.

"Wenwen, did you sleep well last night?" Ye Mo suddenly wrapped his arm around He Wen's shoulder and spoke to her gently.

Xia Yihan knew that he was doing it on purpose to make her feel uncomfortable and jealous. She didn't want him to succeed, but when she saw his strong arm on top of another woman's shoulder, she had the urge to pull it off.

He Wen also felt bad. She instinctively refused to have Ye Mo suddenly get close to her. Although he was excellent or even brilliant, he was many times better than the person in her heart. But love itself is wondrous, and once you have one in your heart, it's hard to put it in another.

So even if she pretended to be intimate with another man, she didn't want to.

"I slept well, Mr. Ye." He Wen replied obediently.

"I'll sleep in your room tonight. Prepare yourself."

Ye Mo's words floated into Xia Yihan's ears once again. She smiled bitterly, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction. She no longer looked at it, and no longer listened. Whatever that man said or did, it was not something she could control.

It didn't matter if he went to He Wen's room to sleep, or Song Wanting's room to sleep. After all, she was his woman, so no matter how much he slept, it was normal.

There were no footsteps behind him. Ye Mo knew that damnable woman didn't follow him, so who else could he be putting on an act for? Even he himself felt that borrowing a woman to provoke her and make her jealous was a very childish and laughable thing to do.

She was not like him, she was mad at him when he heard her talk in her sleep. Her heart was as tranquil as water, without any emotions. She wouldn't be jealous of him. The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. He frowned, but the woman walking in the opposite direction couldn't see anything.

After turning a corner, he let go of He Wen.

He Wen sneaked a glance at him, and saw how serious his expression was.

"Mr. Ye, you are not happy with what you have done. Why would you do that? Do you want me to tell her that nothing has ever happened between you and me, and that the two of you are still … "

"Aren't you talking too much?" Ye Mo's tone was very displeased and frowned. He Wen could only apologize, "Sorry, Mr. Ye. "I am truly grateful to you. I feel that Yihan truly loves you as well, so I said too much."

"Don't talk like that in the future!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, it won't happen again." He Wen thought of her father and didn't dare to offend Ye Mo.

"Your dad's operation, Lin Da Hui has already arranged for an expert. It will be done in three days. I will get the butler to send a car to take you to the hospital. You can stay there to accompany him, and Lin Daohui can have someone to accompany him. If there's anything you need, you don't need to tell me. You can just directly tell Lin Da Hui. "

He Wen really didn't think that Ye Mo would think so much about her. She thought he was just going to give her some money, but she didn't think he was going to help arrange the specialists and even think about the care.

From this, it could be seen that he was a person with a cold expression and a warm heart.

Tears filled He Wen's eyes. Before she could thank him again, Ye Mo had already left.

Xia Yihan circled around and specifically chose a place where no one would go. This time, she finally met no one.

After counting the time, Mo Xiao Yin was almost awake. She then went back to the main house and her blue room.

Mo Xiao Yin was indeed awake, he had already washed up, and was sitting on the bed, playing with his phone. She seemed to be able to use her cell phone every second of every minute other than eating and sleeping. She just ate and slept. It seemed like her cell phone wouldn't leave her side.

Xia Yihan didn't like this habit of hers in the past. She was afraid that her phone would emit too much radiation, but now, she was somewhat envious of her.

At least she seemed to be able to do something. If she had a cell phone, wouldn't she be able to stop thinking about how that man had embraced another woman?

"Sis, what's wrong? You lost your soul? " Mo Xiao Yin finally noticed Xia Yihan and put his phone on the bed.

The kiss on Xia Yihan's neck clearly showed what had happened between her and Ye Mo last night. Logically speaking, both of them had been set ablaze, but it should have been as good as new. Why did this person seem to be in a daze now?

"Nothing. Are you going to school today? "

"Aiya, every time you say it, nothing will happen. Tell me, did you have a conflict with Zimo? What are you all doing there? Why are you still not reconciling? What exactly is going on? " Mo Xiao Yin squatted down and carefully looked at Xia Yihan's face. Her delicate and pretty eyebrows slightly knitted together. It was obvious that she was in an extremely bad mood.

Xia Yihan also wanted to know why Ye Mo was so angry. She had walked for so long by herself just now, so she seriously recalled every word they had spoken from last night until this morning.

It was as if the problem was that after she went to sleep, she had dreamt of Little Jun. Could it be that he was angry because she said Xiao Jun's name while she was sleeping?

It could be, it could also be that he recalled the matter of her and Hai Zhixuan leaving.

It was hard to guess what he was thinking, and even if she guessed correctly and apologized, he might not necessarily be happy.

Therefore, at this moment, other than being quiet, there seemed to be nothing she could do.