Wealthy Marriage: President Cool's Exclusive Doting

Xia Yihan swallowed the remaining half of the yawn, and at the same time, his face turned red because he was caught like a thief.

She bit her lips habitually, and said softly, "I'm sorry Mr. Ye, I won't do this in the future."

With a flushed little face, anxious eyes, and her wide maid uniform, two snow-white semicircles can be seen at the neckline.No matter how you look at this appearance, the man wants to protect, but also wants to bully and bully.

Ye Zimo stared straight into her eyes, and she heard her frightened heartbeat, which was extraordinarily loud.

She lowered her head, avoiding his strange eyes.He stretched out his hand towards her a little bit, clenched his fist again, retracted it, then turned around and left with his lips pressed together.

Is this gone?

She thought he would embarrass her, or let her follow the room to be on duty or something.

Luckily he didn't say anything.

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

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

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

Xia Yihan guessed that Ye Zimo must have fallen asleep, so he quietly went to the bathroom to take out all the hidden rags, needles and threads, and spread them on the floor.

Fortunately, they were in a hurry, and the cut cloth was not particularly shredded, but in large pieces.

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

The project can be described as huge, and she knows very well that if the needlework looks obvious, the housekeeper will find fault, so the stitches are very small.

She is very fortunate to have done these when she was a child, and she is still very skilled.It's just that the headlights in the hall have been turned off, and the lights are a bit dim at this time, and she can't see clearly, so it becomes difficult.

I don't know how long it took, but her drowsiness became more and more severe, her eyelids were stretched stiff, and the needles were stuck in her hands many times.

The thorn hurts, and I will wake up again.

After taking a shower and reading the book, Ye Zimo turned on the computer in the room, clicked on the monitoring screen in the hall, and his eyes fell heavily on Xia Yihan who was sitting on the ground.

It was a little dark, and it was hard to see what she was doing. He took a closer look at the screen, and when he saw that she was mending clothes, he frowned imperceptibly.

Just at this moment, Xia Yihan was feeling drowsy again, the tip of the needle pierced into the crevice between her thumbs impartially, and the severe pain woke her up completely.

She squeezed her fingertips hard, blood seeped out of it, and tears flowed out without knowing it.

The night is so deep, maybe only then can she let herself cry.

I have endured it for too long, and once the tears are released, I can no longer hold them back.She didn't dare to make a sound, so she bit her lip tightly, letting the tears flow continuously to vent.

Ye Zimo stared at the screen blankly, his gaze became very complicated.

His fists were gradually clenched, clenched, and loosened again.

Picking up the phone on the coffee table, he skillfully dialed a few numbers, and soon the butler's respectful voice came from there.

"Mr. Ye!"

"In our Ye family, the poor need servants to mend their clothes?" He asked in a cold voice.

The housekeeper was already in a drowsy sleep, and was a little confused for a moment.

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

"Then listen clearly to me now! I will make two new uniforms for Xia Yihan tomorrow. Before the uniforms come out, she can wear anything."

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

"Hanhan, don't cry, I'm by your side." She seemed to hear Mo Xiaojun's voice, which was far away, yet seemed to be close in front of her eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, he always coaxed her like this, wiped away her tears, and patted her on the back to comfort her.

Facing the mirror, she curled her mouth and said softly, "Xiaojun, I won't cry, don't worry, Hanhan won't cry in the future."

Thinking of Mo Xiaojun, it seems that those grievances and exhaustion have disappeared again.

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

When Ye Zimo got up and passed the hall, he saw Xia Yihan clutching the rags of the second skirt in his hand, leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face. In her dream, she frowned tightly, as if she was not sleeping peacefully.He squatted down and quietly picked up the skirt that she had mended on the ground, and looked at the stitches with great care. There were many places where there were no traces of mending without looking carefully.

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

He didn't know what was going on, but he stood up holding the skirt, went back to the bedroom, and hung the skirt in the wardrobe in his bedroom.

When Xia Yihan woke up, Ye Zimo had already gone to the gym.

She wanted to wear the dress she had mended, but all she saw was a pile of rags next to her hands, and the perfect dress was gone.

When she wanted to continue searching, the housekeeper sent someone to call her to work in the gym, so she had to tell the person to go to the bathroom, and then hide the rags again.

As soon as the butler saw Xia Yihan, displeasure flashed in his eyes.He figured it out, the person who mended the clothes must be Xia Yihan.

Before she came in, the prince seldom lost his temper with him.Ever since she came, he had been in 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, no tricks would work for her.

On the surface, the crown prince hated her very much, and occasionally he seemed to care about her existence very much, so he didn't dare to play too hard.

Ye Zimo ran, expanded his chest, and did push-ups. After more than an hour of exercise, Fang Lina still used Fang Lina's towel to wipe his sweat, and he didn't look at Xia Yihan from the beginning to the end.

Xia Yihan bowed her head obediently, still thinking about her missing dress.

After breakfast, Ye Zimo went out. The butler called Xia Yihan aside alone, and said to her with a dark face, "Today the tailor will make you two new uniforms. Before the uniforms come out, you can wear your own clothes. Hurry up and put them on." Return other people’s! I’ll give you 10 minutes to come back here!”

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

The housekeeper glanced at her impatiently and walked away.

Xia Yihan hurried back to her room, put on her long white dress, and walked back.

As he was walking, he saw Zheng Hao walking towards him.

She seems to have found the answer to her puzzling question. He is the housekeeper's nephew, and only he can shake the housekeeper's decision.

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao happily called her name, Xia Yihan also smiled and said to him sincerely: "Thank you so much, thank you for helping me intercede with your uncle!"

Zheng Hao's face was blank, and he asked her puzzledly, "What kind of favor are you asking for?"

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