Chapter 144

Xia Yihan doesn't know what to say to make him happy. Sometimes he gets angry. What she does will make him more angry. He will think that she is trying to coax him for Mo Xiaojun.

She knew this in her heart, but she also knew that if she explained, he would be so proud that he would not listen to her explanation.

At this time, she was silent.

Bugatti was watched all the way into the parking lot of the group building. After an emergency stop, ye Zimo gets off the car and Xia Yihan unfastens the safety belt.

Without saying a word, he led her to the top floor of the elevator.

Thinking of the last time in his attic that time, Xia Yihan still feel some humiliation.

He is not happy now, she knows, waiting for her will never be gentler than last time, but this is what she should bear. As long as it's not too embarrassing, she should accept it and try to let him release his body and emotion completely in the process.

The top floor of the group is extremely quiet, as if still sleeping. Xia Yihan follows Ye Zimo into the door and closes the door behind him.

She thought it would be in front of the French window again, or on his desk. She didn't like that. In front of the French window, she would feel totally without privacy and without any sense of security. The cold desk, will become more and more indifferent to this man, no temperature, no feelings.

It turned out that there was a door in the corner of his office area, which she had not noticed last time. When he opened the door and went in, she followed in step by step.

There is a suite inside, just like the living room of an ordinary family, which is supposed to be a place for him to rest when he is tired from work.

Bed, sofa everything, the whole room is beige, simple and refreshing.

"Take off!" He frowned and ordered her coldly. She knew it was the situation. Without hesitation, her hand reached directly to the zipper.

He didn't know if she was too slow or something. He took a step forward with a cold face and grabbed the collar of her skirt.

Realizing that he was going to tear it, she prayed in a low voice: "Mr. Ye, don't do this. This skirt belongs to miss Hai."

"You think I'm going to give her an old dress back?"

"Even if I don't give her back, I'll always get dressed and go out." She pleaded in a low voice and tried to take his hand away.

He sipped his lips coldly, tore the white skirt away with a tear, and her trembling body appeared in front of him again.

"No matter it's Hai Zhixuan or Hai Qingqing, stay away from the word Hai!"

After the cold warning, he looked at her again and motioned for her to take off.

He didn't tear it all up for her. It was a favor.

Even if it has been many times, even if she said to herself again and again that this is what she should do, Xia Yihan is still so embarrassed when she wants to release the final shackles.

But she could not let him see that she was not willing at all, otherwise he would be more unhappy.

He didn't have the slightest affection, only catharsis.

Xia Yihan recalled the two people's affectionate embrace in haizhixuan's house, and their deep gaze at the downstairs of haizhixuan's house. At this moment, his heart is even more unpleasant.

How much she wanted to feel his tenderness, even if it was only a little bit, not so humiliating, not just to bear.

"Do you like it?" He asked in a hoarse voice, though still a little tough, in the end he was still considering her feelings.

"Like..." Xia Yihan does not know with a kind of mood to say these two words, also do not know whether he is saying like him, or like to be conquered by him. Perhaps with some grievances, and a little insincere, after saying that, very inexplicably, her tears slipped down her cheeks.

It seemed that this was the first time that he made her cry. He made her cry in this way. His heart was so tight by her tears that he even stopped moving.

His hand reached out to her tearful face in the end. He did not wipe her tears very gently. His heart was softened by her tears, but his face was still stiff.

"What's crying? It doesn't hurt." He said stiffly.

Xia Yihan has some choking, and tries to suppress the impulse to continue to cry. He shakes his head lightly. He wants to explain, but he has no way to start.

"All right! Don't cry, I'll be lighter He put his lips on her little mouth and gave her a gentle kiss, a very touching kiss.

It's better if he doesn't kiss her like this. As soon as he kisses her, all her repressed emotions burst out.

With tears, my heart was slightly painful, but I couldn't help but linger on his rare tenderness. Even her arms wrapped around his neck and responded to his kiss.

She likes him to kiss her, this is his first feeling, which makes him feel as if there is a warm current flowing slowly through his heart.

He pressed her lips more eagerly, but their love could only be kept in their hearts. Because of his self-esteem, she because of Mo Xiaojun, no one could speak out.

Did I bully you? Little thing, don't bully you, OK? He said it silently with a kiss, over and over.Lin Ling is really good at calculating time. After two people finished work and were holding each other tightly, ye Zimo's mobile phone rang.

Even if it is over, Xia Yihan is still frightened by the mobile phone ring, almost instinctively pushes him.

"It's not cheating. What are you afraid of?" He jokingly asked her, when he got up to answer the phone, he also pecked her small mouth.

Then he pulled out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button while tidying up his clothes.

"Mr. Ye, the helicopter will arrive in ten minutes and can take off at any time."

"I see!"

"Get up, we're in a hurry. I'll get your clothes and you'll put them on yourself." After ye Zimo said a word, he went out of the bedroom, took a travel bag from his leather seat outside, and quickly drew out a skirt from inside.

He arranged Lin Ling to go to the apartment with Lin Dahui to prepare the bag for Xia Yihan in the early morning. The underwear and towel were all available.

Xia Yihan is a little surprised. Ye Zimo has already prepared clothes for her. However, he seems to have an urgent situation. She doesn't ask anything and wears them obediently.

Ye Zimo looked at her up and down to make sure that she was ready to stop, and other men saw that she would not want to have anything wrong, then said: "go!"

She didn't ask where she was going, but she wanted to listen to him. Whether she asked or not, the result was the same.

She had just been sordid by him, so he seldom had the grace to help her carry her bag and walk in front of her.

Instead of taking her to the elevator, he went to the middle of the top floor and climbed the stairs.

Just climbed to half, there was a huge roar from the top of the building, like an earthquake, Xia Yihan couldn't help shaking.

"Don't be afraid. It's a helicopter." Ye Zimo simply explained a sentence, Xia Yihan was a little surprised to know what happened.

It turned out that he was going to take her or take a helicopter.

She has never even been on a plane, unlike Mo Xiaonong, who can be economically independent and free. At this time, she heard that she would take a helicopter. She had a little expectation, but she was more nervous and uneasy.

Such emotions, she carefully hidden, afraid he found, laughing at her small family.

He knew how she felt, stretched out his hand, held her firmly, and whispered, "relax, I'm by your side."

Such gentleness, very rare, in such a time, can hear him such a sentence, Xia Yihan is extremely moved.

They climbed up the stairs, a blue helicopter was close in front of them, and slowly landed on the top of the building under their gaze.

Xia Yihan has a panoramic view of the whole city. Now the helicopter stops here, which makes people feel like the world is under your feet.

She was never greedy and vain, and at this time she had to be shocked by such scenes.

The door of the plane opened, ye Zimo took her hand, supported her, let her go first. The seats are leather seats, very comfortable, but the plane is not big, there are only two seats for passengers.

After ye Zimo got on the plane, the door of the plane was closed. He put Xia Yihan's travel bag on his body, and then helped Xia Yihan wear earphones and fasten his seat belt. He also wore earphones and buckled his seat belt.

After the pilot made a flight check, the plane rose steadily and began to turn at a certain altitude.

At the moment when the plane started to leave the ground, ye Zimo held Xia Yihan tightly in his hand and looked at her with a smile, as if to say: "it doesn't matter, I'm by your side."

That kind of eyes let her slowly relax, with the take-off of the plane, the landscape below a little bit smaller. Flying over some hills and lakes, everything turned into a picture. She did not remember to be afraid any more, but looked like a child excitedly at the scenery below.

She is looking at the scenery, he is looking at her, this is an easy to satisfy woman.

I have to say that he bullies her sometimes. It's a bit too much.

Just like at this time, he thought that she might not even have been on a plane, so he couldn't help but feel a little heartache for her.

Xia Yihan, as long as you are good, don't always think about those who are alive or dead. I will take good care of you. Do you understand?

The speed of the plane is not too fast, very stable, there is a period of distance, the scenery below has not changed, Xia Yihan only then feels the burning eyes from his side.

She turned around and looked at him in the opposite direction. She remembered that she had been too involved in the scenery just now. She was a little embarrassed.

Looking at her shy appearance, he really had the impulse to kiss her again and hug her.

When Xia looked away from here for a moment, she would not know where to take her eyes.

The flight time is not very long, about an hour and a half later, the plane landed in a small square beside a big mountain.

Xia Yihan knew that ye Zimo had brought her to the mountain. She wanted to meet his mother and go to Jingxiang.

Thinking of these, her heart is full of gratitude to him, and has the admiration for his filial piety.