Cool CEO's Exclusive Love

"Ah?" "No." Hai Ziyu snapped out of her daze and smiled apologetically. "I'm not in a daze."    

Ding Yiyi looked worried. The other party was obviously trying to force a smile on her face. The back of his hand was pulled up and squeezed, as if to comfort him.    

Ye Nianmo said, "Actually, your parents are not only travelling to Europe to help you find a country to study abroad."    

"Abroad?"    

"That's right, but I'll definitely let you go after you reach adulthood. I originally wanted to wait until then to tell you about it, but now it's better for you to prepare in advance." Ye Nianmo observed the other party's reaction while saying, "If you don't want to study, then so be it. At that time, if you go abroad to play for two years, there will be a nanny following you. You can feel at ease living and living there."    

Hai Ziyu's fingertips were trembling as she remained in the Ye Family. She could still dream of the day when he would return to find her, but after leaving the country, she really did not have the chance. Would he take the initiative to ask where she had gone to? Of course not.    

Ye Nianmo continued, "Of course, you can also think of a country you want to go to. After all, what you like is the best, this time, if there are no accidents, you need to stay there for 3 years. If you want to stay abroad, or even emigrate later, that is your choice."    

When Hai Ziyu heard the phrase "3 years", her shoulders shrank as if she didn't know what to do.    

Ye Nianmo said, "The matter has been discussed."    

"Then I'll be going out." She got up and walked out.    

Ding Yiyi knew that Siwen Bing might have really hurt the girl's heart this time. However, she was also a bit worried. It wouldn't be long before the 3 years were up.    

Ye Nianmo smiled. "Ye Miao was younger than Ziyu. And he was younger than Ziyu when he first left the country."    

Could it be the same? Back then, Ye Miao had left the country because he had a purpose. So she wasn't worried, but for people like Hai Ziyu, she was worried that her studies would be bad.    

"Don't worry, we'll get to the end of the bridge in a natural way." Ye Nianmo pulled her to his lap and gently caressed her waist.    

"Oh yeah, speaking of Miao, I don't know how the recent shooting at Uruk is progressing. Although I contacted Miao at the first possible moment, I'm still very worried. I'll go call again."    

"It's fine, we've already communicated with him before. He's very safe, shooting incidents are very common in Uruk." At the end, Ye Nianmo had already shut his mouth and said helplessly: "Because he is very smart, I believe he can handle this matter well."    

Ding Yiyi was a little confused. "No matter how smart you are, you're still a child. If you meet a strong man or someone else with a gun, you won't be able to beat them. How can you be so confident?"    

She bit down on her lower lip and left his lap, following him.    

He sighed. Ding Yiyi was worried about Ye Miao as a Chinese parent. He also knew that she still couldn't put that knot in her heart. She thought Ye Miao was not his son, so she was worried about the estrangement between father and son.    

In fact, it was not unreasonable to worry that, deep down, he had never really received the child. The thought of this child's father as the murderer who had caused him to never have a child of his own filled him with hatred.    

Perhaps the child had sensed his hatred, so his relationship with him all these years was neither bad nor bad. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.    

"Hello." "I'm sleeping. If there's nothing important, I'll cut you into pieces."    

"It's me."    

The other end of the phone went silent for a while, but when he spoke again, his voice had become much clearer. "Dad."    

"Well," Ye Nianmo said, "Your mom might call you tonight, so you'll just have to coax her."    

The other party spoke in a helpless tone, "What did you do to her?" His voice suddenly became sharp and cold, "It can't be that you bullied her, right?"    

"No." Ye Nianmo said, "That's it. If there's no problem, then I'm hanging up."    

Uruk, Ye Miao hung up the phone and put the two notebooks on the bed onto the table. Only then did he lie back down on the bed, wander around, didn't sleep, and got up.    

The computer was on all the time. He entered the password and got busy again, but his mind was not on it. He clicked open a encrypted file, and the file name was written, "That person".    

It contained all the information about his father. These things were not difficult to find, but he had never once looked through them.    

He clicked it and randomly opened a picture. The man inside was sitting on a wheelchair, looking straight ahead with a deadpan expression. His appearance was very ordinary, and the bathrobe revealed his body.    

If he had not known that his father was someone else, he would not have associated him with this man. Other than wealth, this man was nothing.    

With no interest in watching any further, he clicked on the top right corner, closed the file, and continued with his work.    

Uruk time morning 7 o'clock, after much difficulty, he had just laid down and was about to sleep when another person knocked on his door. He shouted angrily as he opened the door, "What's the matter?"    

At the door stood a Ukrainian girl, older than she, but only seventeen or eighteen years old, a Syrian girl, who had once been molested on the road and had been saved. Seeing no place for her to go, he took her with him and paid her every month to take care of her daily life.    

"Mr Ye, Mr. Lee Yixuan is looking for me." The girl smiled shyly when she saw him.    

Ye Miao went back to his room to get his cellphone, "I've said it many times, I'm younger than you. Just call me Ye Miao."    

"No, Mr Ye is the boss." The girl's eyes were filled with adoration. "He's really amazing."    

Knowing that he couldn't explain anything, Ye Miao closed the door and walked into the hall. The girl quickly followed him.    

In the Grand Preceptor's estate, no one dared to neglect this thin and weak youth. Perhaps after this youngster reaches adulthood, he will become the new leader of Shengdia's organization.    

Lee Yixuan was drinking coffee. When he saw him, he clicked his tongue, "Young people should wake up early to go to bed early. Why don't they have any spirit at all?"    

"I didn't sleep last night. You woke me up when I was sleeping." Ye Miao gritted his teeth as he glared at the other person, indicating who was the real culprit that caused him to lack sleep and become listless.    

The Syrian girl said, "Mr Ye, I'll go make you some coffee."    

After they had left, Lee Yixuan sighed with emotion: "Everyone in the Ye Family is using the hands of a girl, you're still so young, yet you already have a beauty accompanying you. I think you're right, that child must be a beauty when he grows up."    

"You know the fact that I'm still very young." Ye Miao enunciated every word, "What's the matter, Uncle Li?"    

Lee Yixuan finished his coffee, "What can I do for you? Zhu Dan asked you to come to her house for dinner. She said that she hasn't seen you in a long time." "I suspect she's raising you now as a son."    

Ye Miao's eyebrows jumped, "Don't say such a terrifying thing in the morning."    

Lee Yixuan stood up, "Anyway, you just need to remember to come to my house for dinner tonight. Otherwise, she will have to nag me for an entire day."    

Ye Miao sneered in his heart. If they really felt bitter, then with Uncle Li's personality, he would have run away. However, the two of them living together seemed to be living a married life, but not getting married.    

The Syrian girl brought in a cup of coffee, and it just so happened that she met Lee Yixuan, who was about to leave. She hid to the side shyly and waited for him to walk past first before entering the living room.    

She put the coffee on the table and held the warm, wet towel, ready to take Young Master's hand and help him wipe his hands.    

"No need," Ye Miao took the wet towel and wiped it off, "You can usually go out for a walk and don't have to stay here forever. I usually don't have anything to call you."    

"Alright."    

Ye Miao knew that even if the other party agreed, he would still stay there and wait for him at any time.    

After finishing his coffee, he got up and prepared to go to the Grand Preceptor's place. After walking a few steps, he stopped and said, "Oh right, you don't need to call me at my room tonight. I'm going out tonight."    

"Yes."    

In the spacious study room, the Grand Preceptor pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. "Don't stay in the computer library every day, and come out occasionally to meet people. Otherwise, everyone would think that the next head of Shengdia's organization mysteriously disappeared."    

Ye Miao rested his face on his hands as he looked out of the window bored. "Since this Shengdia belongs to me in the future, they should be familiar with my style of handling affairs."    

The Grand Master said meaningfully, "I'm still here. Aren't you afraid that I'll turn the tables?"    

"Whatever. The only reason why I want to get Sendya is because I can pick up what is already there."    

The other party burst out laughing, "That's right. The only person who can think like that is a little rascal like you. You can play chess with me."    

It was already afternoon by the time he walked out of the Grand Preceptor's study. As he walked, he thought to himself, "That old man, just be honest with yourself. He's childish to ask me to accompany him in the name of communication between leaders."    

Outside the manor, the driver was already waiting, the gun at his waist was conspicuous, and there were not many people on the road. A few refugees were squatting on the roadside, staring at the little boy who was getting on the carriage.    

Of course, Ye Miao also saw those refugees, but he did not take it to heart. In Uruk, the strong bullying the weak was a fact.    

As the car drove on, many pedestrians crossed the road. There were no traffic rules here, so people looked down on the rules.    

There was still a pool of blood on the road. The incident four days ago was still fresh in his mind. The reason for that was only because the police were chasing the drug dealer. That pool of blood belonged to a refugee, but no one cared about who that refugee was. No one even remembered his appearance.    

Ye Miao guessed that the corpse of the refugee was probably just casually disposed of because in the eyes of many people, that life was worthless.    

The car turned several corners and the buildings began to look different.