[Chapter 1: Entering a Wealthy Family]

Section 11

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

She habitually bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry Mr. Ye, I won't be like this in the future." ”

The flushed little face, the cramped and restless eyes, her wide maid uniform, and the two semicircles of snow white can be seen at the neckline. No matter how you look at this look, it makes the man want to protect and bully him fiercely.

Ye Zimo's gaze stared straight into her eyes, and she heard her frightened heartbeat, which was extremely loud.

She lowered her head, avoiding his strange look. His hand reached out a little towards her, then clenched his fist, withdrew it, and then pursed his lips and turned away.

That's it?

She thought he was going to embarrass her, or tell her to follow up on duty or something.

He didn't say anything, which was a blessing.

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 as soon as possible.

She calmed down and continued to mop the floor until she couldn't see a single trace of dust on the white rag.

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

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

Fortunately, they were in a hurry, and the cloth was not particularly broken, but still a large piece.

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

The project is huge, and she knows very well that if the needle and thread look obvious, the housekeeper will find faults, so the stitches are particularly small.

She is glad that she did this when she was a child, and she is still very proficient. It's just that the headlights in the hall have been turned off, and the lights are a little dim at this time, and she can't see clearly, so she has become struggling.

I don't know how long it took, but her drowsiness became heavier and heavier, and she held her stiff eyelids, and the needle pierced her hand many times.

The sting hurts, and I will be sober again.

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

It was too dark to see what she was doing, and he looked closer to the screen and frowned imperceptibly when he saw that she was mending clothes.

At this moment, Xia Yihan was sleepy again, and the tip of the needle pierced into the gap between her thumb impartially, and the severe pain made her completely sober.

She pinched her fingertips so hard that blood oozed out of them, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

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

I endured it for too long, too long, and I couldn't hold back my tears as soon as they were released. She didn't dare to make a sound, so she bit her lip and let the tears continue to flow and vent.

Ye Zimo stared at the screen in a daze, his gaze becoming very complicated.

His fists clenched, clenched, and released.

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!"

"Our Ye family, the poor need a servant to sew and mend their own clothes?" he asked in a cold voice.

The housekeeper was already asleep in a daze, and he was a little confused for a while.

"Mr. Ye, I didn't understand this. ”

"Then let me hear it clearly now! Tomorrow I will remake two sets of uniforms for Xia Yihan, and she can wear anything before the uniforms come out. ”

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

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

Since she was a child, he would always coax her like this, and he would also help her wipe away her tears, pat her back and comfort her.

She looked at the mirror, curled the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "Xiaojun, I don't cry, don't worry, Hanhan won't cry in the future." ”

Thinking of Mo Xiaojun, it seems that those grievances and fatigue are gone.

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

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

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face, and in the dream she frowned tightly, as if she was not sleeping well. He squatted down and quietly picked up the skirt she had sewn on the ground, and looked at the stitches and threads, really attentively, and if he didn't look carefully in many places, he couldn't see the traces of the mending.

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

He didn't know what his psychology was, but he stood up with the dress, went back to the bedroom, and hung it in the closet in his bedroom.

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

She wanted to wear the dress she had sewn, but all she saw was a pile of rags next to her hand, and the intact dress was gone.

When she wanted to continue looking, the housekeeper sent someone to ask her to go to the gym, and she had to tell the visitor to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.

As soon as the housekeeper saw Xia Yihan, a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He figured it out, the person who sewed and mended the clothes must be Xia Yihan.

Before she entered the door, the prince rarely lost his temper with him. Ever since she came, he has been unlucky, and has been scolded several times a day.

He really tried his best to kick her out, but she was not afraid of hardship, tiredness, and no tricks would be useful to her.

The prince seems to hate her very much on the surface, but occasionally he seems to care about her existence, and he doesn't dare to put too much weight on him.

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

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

After breakfast, Ye Zimo went out, and the housekeeper 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, and quickly return other people's! Give you ten minutes to come back here!"

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

The butler glanced at her impatiently and walked away.

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

was walking, and saw Zheng Hao walking towards him.

Her puzzled question seemed to have found the answer, he was the butler's nephew, and only he could shake the butler's decision.

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao happily called her name, Xia Yihan also smiled all over his face, 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 love?"