The President's Little Prey

Xia Yihan swallowed up the rest half of his yawn. At the same time, because he was caught as a thief, his face turned red.

She habitually bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I won't do this again."

She has a flushed face, an embarrassed look in her eyes, and a generous Maid uniform. You can see the skin inside at the neckline. How to look at this appearance makes men want to protect and bully and trample.

Ye Zimo's eyes are directly staring at her eyes. She hears her heart beating with fear, especially loud.

He looked down at her strangely. His hand reached out a little toward her, then clenched his fist, took it back, then closed his lips and turned away.

Is this going?

She thought he would embarrass her, or ask her to follow up the room and go on duty.

He didn't say anything. It's lucky that he didn't say anything.

After he left, Xia Yihan took a hard breath and prayed silently in his heart: Xiaojun, please help me and let chairman ye come here earlier.

She sank down and continued to wipe the floor until there was no dust on the white rag.

The security guard on duty went to lock the door and yawned back to sleep.

Xia Yihan guessed that ye Zimo must have gone to sleep, and then quietly went to the bathroom and took out all the pieces of cloth and needles that had been hidden, and spread them on the floor.

Fortunately, they are in a rush of time, and the cloth is not particularly broken, or a large piece.

She separated the rags into two skirts, put one of them together, and began to mend.

The project is huge. She knows very well that if the stitches look obvious, the Housekeeper will find fault, so the stitches are very small.

She was glad that she had done these things as a child, and she was still very skilled. It's just that the headlights in the hall have been turned off. At this time, the light is a little dim, and she can't see clearly, so she has to work hard.

Also do not know how long, her drowsiness more and more heavy, supporting stiff eyelids, needle many times into the hand.

Stabbing pain, will sober up some.

After taking a bath and reading a book, ye Zimo turns on the computer in the room and opens the monitoring screen in the hall. His eyes fall heavily on Xia Yihan, who is sitting on the ground.

It was a little dark, and he couldn't see what she was doing. He took a close look at the screen. When he saw that she was mending clothes, his brow frowned imperceptibly.

Just at this time, Xia Yihan is sleepy again, the needle point punctures in the thumb crevice, the sharp pain lets her thoroughly sober up.

She pinched her fingertips as hard as she could. The blood oozed out of it, and the tears came out unconsciously.

Night, so deep, maybe only then can she let herself cry.

Endure too long, too long, tears a release can not stop. She did not dare to make a sound, so she bit her lips and let her tears flow and vent.

Ye Zimo stares at the screen, his eyes become very complicated.

His fist gradually clenched, clenched, and loosened.

Pick up the coffee table on the phone, he skillfully dial a few numbers, there soon came the Butler's respectful voice.

"Mr. Ye!"

"We, ye family, are poor and need servants to mend their clothes?" He asked in a cold voice.

The housekeeper was already in a daze, and he was confused for a moment.

"Mr. Ye, I don't understand."

"Now listen to me! I will make two new uniforms for Xia Yihan tomorrow. Before the uniform comes out, she can wear anything

Xia Yihan cried for a while, put all the things on his hands down, went to the bathroom to wash a cold face, washed away all the tears.

"Han Han, don't cry. I'm by your side." She seemed to hear the voice of Mo Xiaojun, far away, and seemed to be close in front of her.

From childhood to adulthood, he would always coax her, wipe her tears and pat her on the back to comfort her.

She looked into the mirror, bent up her mouth and whispered, "Xiaojun, I don't cry. Don't worry about it. Han Han won't cry after that."

Think of Mo Xiaojun, as if those grievances and fatigue are gone.

Back in the hall, she sat on the floor and continued to mend the first dress, when it was finished it was already dawn.

When ye Zimo got up and passed the hall, he saw Xia Yihan holding the rags of the second skirt in his hand, leaning against the wall and sleeping.

He stopped and gazed at her sleeping face. In her dream, she frowned tightly, as if she was sleeping uneasily. He squatted down and quietly picked up the skirt she had mended on the ground and looked at the stitches. He was really attentive. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see any trace of mending.

Is she afraid of being punished by the housekeeper, so she needs to be so serious?

He did not know what kind of psychology, he took the skirt to stand up, went back to the bedroom, and hung the skirt in his bedroom closet.

When Xia Yihan wakes up, ye Zimo has already gone to the gym.

She wanted to wear the dress she had mended, only to see a pile of rags next to her hand, and the intact skirt had disappeared.When she still wanted to continue searching, the housekeeper sent for her to go to the gym on duty. She had to tell her to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.

When Guan Jia saw Xia Yihan, his eyes flashed with displeasure. He wanted to understand that it must be Xia Yihan who mended the clothes.

Before she came in, the prince seldom lost his temper with him. Since she came, he has had a lot of bad luck and was scolded several times a day.

He really tried his best to drive her out, but she was not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and any tactics were useless to her.

On the surface, the prince disliked her very much, and occasionally seemed to care about her existence, which made him dare not lay too heavy hands on her.

Ye Zimo ran, widened his chest, pushed up, and after more than an hour's exercise, he still used Fang Lina's towel to wipe his sweat. He didn't look at Xia Yihan from the beginning to the end.

Xia Yihan bowed her head in deference, still thinking about her missing skirt.

When the breakfast is over, ye Zimo goes out. The housekeeper calls Xia Yihan aside and says to her with a black face: "today, the tailor will make you two new uniforms. Before the uniform comes out, you can wear your own clothes and return others' ones quickly! Give you ten minutes to come back here again

"Thank you! Thank you very much Xia Yihan thanks again and again, and is flattered by this sudden tolerance.

The housekeeper glanced at her impatiently and walked away.

Xia Yihan rushed back to his room, quickly put on her long white dress and went back.

He was walking and saw Zheng haozheng coming face to face.

It seems that she has found the answer to her puzzled questions. He is the housekeeper's nephew, and only he can shake the housekeeper's decision.

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao called her name happily, and Xia Yihan, with a smile on his face, sincerely said to him, "thank you so much. Thank you for helping me to intercede with your uncle!"

"What's the matter?" she asked