The President's Little Prey

He really remembered her name. When song wanting asked, she didn't hope the answer would be like this.

It's also true that when he took a maid out of the house, it's not ordinary to be taken out by him.

Song wanting generously smiles at Xia Yihan and says to her in the hostess's voice: "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 trace. He doesn't know if ye Zimo's words hurt her.

Xia Yihan bowed his head and stood not far behind Ye Zimo. His white face was pale red. He didn't know whether it was because of the heat 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 her tea, and her mouth showed a sweet smile. She leaned her head closer to him and said gently, "when are you going to have a potluck at our house? 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 gently put down the teacup and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "only your parents miss me?"

"You Song wanting's face turned red.

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

Ye Zimo is like a cloud that can't be grasped in the sky. She occasionally thinks that he likes her, but more often, he is out of reach.

"Are you going or not?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, song wanting pulled his arm to act coquettish.

"Look at your performance tonight."

So direct hint, let song wanting blush even more fierce.

They had a close relationship with the skin, but even in bed, he was like an emperor. When did he say such blatant words.

Is this ye Zimo she knows?

Haizhixuan coughed gently, and ye Zimo seemed to have just remembered him. He asked, "why didn't Pan Yu come?"

"I'm so angry that I don't accompany her enough."

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

"It's rare for young master Haida to open his mouth. Let's talk about it. I may not be able to help." Ye Zimo took a sip of tea and replied with a teasing tone.

"The day after tomorrow is Pan Yu's birthday. I want to buy some clothes for her. The lady Xia you brought today seems to be about the same size as her. I'd like to ask her to help me choose and try them on tomorrow. Is it convenient for Fang? "

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

Ye Zimo sneered in his heart. He had no expression on his face. He asked Xia Yihan calmly, "did you hear Mr. Hai?"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, I hear you. I'm at Mr. Ye's command."

Haizhixuan also tasted a mouthful of tea and said slowly, "if it's inconvenient, just think I didn't say it."

"What's the inconvenience? Didn't I tell you last time? If you want, I'll give her to you. She's pretty, and it's OK to relax once in a while. "

Xia Yihan's hand quietly clenched, slightly shaking, face uncontrollably red.

She hung her head lower, not wanting to be seen how humiliated and embarrassed she was.

When Xia Yihan is tortured by humiliation, song wanting feels a kind of crisis even more.

Ye Zimo has always been indifferent to women. He can enter his eyes, and it seems that there is no woman who really interests him.

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

How could he have said such disrespectful things to a woman who didn't care? There is only one possibility

She laughed at the right time and said in a soft voice, "Zimo, I promised Pan Yu to help her look at haizhixuan. Even if he has the heart of a thief, he doesn't have the courage of a thief."

Haizhixuan's eyes Yuguang had already swept Xia Yihan's situation and said with a light smile: "as long as she helps try on the clothes, I have no other ideas at all. I will ask the driver to send her back before 5 p.m."

Ye Zimo stopped talking and only drank tea.

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

Most of the time, haizhixuan chats with song wanting, and ye Zimo hardly talks.

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

"Go to my place." Ye Zimo said softly.

Song wanting's eyebrows suddenly brightened, that is, she could not hide her excitement at this time.

You should know that ye Zimo never takes a woman home for the night. He basically solves his 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 to do such things with him in the hotel. Looking forward to one day she can be like an ordinary man's girlfriend, into his home, close to his world.

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

"Good morning, Miss Xia Zimo. Thank you very much."

"Well." Ye Zimo hummed and took 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 a message to inform Mr. Ye that he would go back immediately, along with 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, just had a meal with her.

During the meal, the housekeeper asked, "Mr. Ye, would you like to prepare a guest room for Miss Song?"

The reason is that ye did not take a woman home for dinner alone.

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

"No Ye Zimo only answered two words.

Song wanting's face is a little red. She thinks Ye Zimo's potential answer is to ask her to sleep with him.

Before the smile on her lips disappeared, she listened to Ye Zimo's order to the housekeeper: "prepare a car, and 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 most outstanding man in the world, so she has to bear with it.

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