Cool CEO's Exclusive Love

Lee Yixuan didn't understand why his mom would always be unable to hear him today. The phone in the living room rang a few times, but she actually didn't hear it.    

"Ah, I understand. Xuan, quickly read your book."    

Zhong Yuntang stood up from Lee Yixuan and answered the phone. Who would call at this time? Could it be Heetai? When thinking of her lover, Zhong Yuntang's heart was like a little deer running around, and the smile on her face was even sweeter. It was so sweet that it was like the time of their first love.    

"Hello, Heetai?"    

Zhong Yuntangxu missed Lee Heetai so much that she forgot. If Lee Heetai called her, how could he not have a phone at home? He should have called her on her cell phone.    

"Yuntang, it's Zimo."    

Xia Yihan did not know that Zhong Yuquan had died, but Zhong Yuntang did. Her feelings for Ye Zimo were very complicated, so she did not love him, but she hated him, and Zhong Yuntang could not hate him. Perhaps her feelings were too intense when she was young, but even if she did not love him, she still cared about him, hoping that he would be happy.    

Ye Zimo was not in a very good mood, considering what had happened to Nianmo. Xia Yihan took the phone and said, "Sister Yuntang, it's Yihan here, it's like this. Nianmo went missing today, and we're looking for her. Did he go to your place?"    

Xia Yihan didn't even say a word before feeling a little more worry in her heart. She felt pity for her parents.    

Ye Zimo pushed her wheelchair out of the room. The garden outside was still as flourishing as ever, and the maids here had already been dismissed. The rest were all able to tend to the Ye Family, and were no longer the women Ye Zimo had once chosen for her formation.    

"Yihan, don't worry, I'll call your brother. Nianmo didn't come here, we're just looking around. Once Nianmo finds you, we'll call you."    

Zhong Yuntang consoled Xia Yihan with a soft voice.    

"Sister Yuntang, thank you."    

To be helped in times of suffering, Xia Yihan will remember this favor for the rest of her life.    

"Yihan, you are my sister. Nianmo is your child, better than mine." Zhong Yuntang hung up immediately. She still had to call Lee Heetai.    

"Mom, is Nianmo missing?" Isn't he stupid? He actually lost it? "    

"Xuan'er, stay home obediently." Zhong Yuntang rubbed Lee Yixuan's head as she spoke to the child.    

At the same time, Hai Zhixuan also received a call.    

"This is the end of today's meeting. You can go down and discuss it. We'll continue next week." After saying that, Hai Zhixuan put down his notebook and told his secretary to pack up. Then, Hai Zhixuan ran out of the meeting room without looking back.    

"What's going on?"    

"Why is Mr Hai running so fast?"    

"Did something happen?"    

"I don't know."    

"..."    

Hai Zhixuan did not even hear the sounds of talking, he just ran out and drove the car towards Ye Family without caring about his life. Why did Nianmo disappear? If Nianmo had fought three rounds, Hai Zhixuan shook his head. He didn't dare to imagine what Yihan would be like if something happened to Nianmo.    

Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing are going to the kindergarten to pick up the child, the child has not even received a call from Lin Dahui.    

"Mr Mo, are you free? I'll trouble you to find someone." Lin Dahui thought about how one more person was more powerful than the other. Mo Xiaojun knew Young Master, and compared to the others, he held the advantage.    

"Looking for someone? Help Ye Zimo? "Then forget it."    

Mo Xiaojun was not polite at all. He had always been brooding over Ye Zimo in his heart, thinking about the harm he suffered when he left. Mo Xiaojun did not even dare to look for Mo Xiaojun, as he was afraid of receiving news that he did not believe. The best news was that there was no news about him, so Mo Xiaojun did not look for Xia Yihan during those three years.    

"Mr Mo, don't hang up yet. I'm helping Mr Ye, but."    

Before Lin Dahui could speak, he was hung up by Mo Xiaojun. As long as it was related to Ye Zimo, Mo Xiaojun did not want to participate.    

"Xiaojun, why didn't you listen to him finish." Hai Qingqing sighed. It seemed like the grudge between him and Ye Zimo was a deadlock. They were clearly blood brothers, so why was their relationship so bad?    

She wanted to say it a few more times, and Xiaojun would hate her, too. Hai Qingqing simply didn't want to talk about it, she just hoped that one day Mo Xiaojun would let it go. After all, his blood relationship with Ye Zimo wasn't so simple as to say it didn't exist.    

"Jiang Yuan is about to come out."    

Mo Xiaojun said with a smile. His expression looked like he was smiling, but it was actually uglier than crying.    

When she heard Mo Xiaojun say that the child was going to come out, Hai Qingqing's mind was also attracted away.    

"Mom, dad."    

Jiang Yuan was the oldest of the group, but he was about Nianmo's height.    

"Jiang Yuan, it's time to go home and eat." What Hai Qingqing was most happy about was cooking for the person she liked. She was no longer a miss, but a wife and mother. Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing each held the child's hand as they leisurely walked back.    

"Why are there so many people today? There aren't that many people here in the past. " Mo Xiaojun looked at those people in confusion and said what he was thinking to himself. Could it be that something happened when he added so many people?    

"Xiaojun, what did you say?" Hai Qingqing didn't hear what Mo Xiaojun said, but she vaguely heard something change.    

"No problem, let's go home."    

Mo Xiaojun did not tell Hai Qingqing, but he started to pay attention to these people. The more he looked at Mo Xiaojun, the more scared he became, and the number of people increased by quite a bit. It was true that almost everyone had Ye Family, so what were they doing here? Ye Zimo should be able to solve the problem. Mo Xiaojun pulled Hai Qingqing and walked step by step without stopping.    

"Xiaojun, why aren't you leaving?"    

Hai Qingqing looked at Mo Xiaojun in confusion. Little Jiangyuan raised his head to look at Mo Xiaojun as well, as if he also wanted to know why his father hadn't left yet.    

"Qingqing, take Jiang Yuan and go back first. Most of the people here are from Ye Family. I wonder what's going on with them."    

Mo Xiaojun wasn't worried about Ye Zimo being hurt. Even if he knew that his legs weren't healed yet, Mo Xiaojun would never think that anything big would happen to him. This situation wasn't Yihan, but Fu Fengyi. No matter what, Fu Fengyi was his mother and Yihan was his sister.    

"Xiaojun, then I'll be going back first. Remember to eat."    

Hai Qingqing had also noticed that these people were from Ye Family. Mo Xiaojun still had the surname Ye after all, so Hai Qingqing did not wish for him to regret it in the future.    

Mo Xiaojun saw Hai Qingqing off and took out his phone to call Xia Yihan.    

"Brother?" Xia Yihan took out her phone and looked at the familiar number. What's the matter with Mo Xiaojun calling at this time? Did he see Nianmo? Thinking of this possibility, Xia Yihan excitedly asked, "Did you see Nianmo? How is he?"    

Ye Zimo stood behind Xia Yihan with a gloomy face. Mo Xiaojun, he didn't know what to do with this person, this brother that was related to him by blood.    

"Yihan, what's wrong with Nianmo? Qingqing and I came to pick up Jiang Yuan. I noticed that there were more people today than before. When we looked, we saw that most of them were from Ye Family. I was worried. How are things going over there? " Mo Xiaojun didn't say anything to worry about it. He couldn't let Yihan have any burdens. He already had a son.    

"Bro, Nianmo, Nianmo lost himself." Xia Yihan said with a sigh as tears welled up in her eyes. Ye Zimo looked at her and felt helpless. No, he had to get better as soon as possible. Only by doing so could he truly protect her and her son.    

"Nianmo was lost? Where did you lose it? " Mo Xiaojun's voice could not help raising a lot, he felt that the voice came from the inside of his head.    

"I don't know."    

Xia Yihan felt even more guilty. If it wasn't for her, Nianmo wouldn't have left, because she didn't take him out with her, thinking that Nianmo's eyes were filled with grievance when she went out, Xia Yihan felt even worse, she deserved to die, she knew that this child loved to move, and when she saw something new she liked to investigate, but she still dared to let him stay at home.    

"Yihan, don't worry. Where are you? I'll come over."    

No, he had to get to Xia Yihan. All Mo Xiaojun could think of was, Yihan, you wait for me, wait for me.    

Ye Zimo snatched Xia Yihan's phone call and said sarcastically, "She's your sister-in-law, there's me here. If you want to help, then go find Nianmo. If you don't want to help, then forget it."    

"Ye Zimo, remember that my name is Mo Xiaojun. Yihan is my sister."    

Mo Xiaojun had also lost his temper. He had to admit, these two were indeed brothers in some aspects. He was not Ye Zihan, he was not before, and never will be. Mo Xiaojun was not Ye Zimo, and he never thought that anything was wrong with him.    

"Don't forget that you're still bleeding from my Ye Family." Ye Zimo said sarcastically. When he said that to Mo Xiaojun, he didn't feel too good about it. It really hurt the enemy a thousand times, but it hurt himself eight hundred times.    

After a few seconds of silence, Ye Zimo thought Mo Xiaojun would hang up the phone, but Mo Xiaojun said leisurely, "Ye Zimo, if it's possible, I'd rather Yihan didn't know you. I'd rather I'm not Ye Zihan." He did not care about Ye Zihan. What he wanted was very simple. As long as Yihan was happy, that was his only request.    

The more Mo Xiaojun spoke, the angrier Ye Zimo became. With a "pa" sound, Ye Zimo hung up the phone. He did not have the time to listen to Mo Xiaojun's nonsense. No matter what Mo Xiaojun said, he was still Ye Zihan.    

"You hung up?" Xia Yihan looked at the screen that was already extinguished after Ye Zimo passed it over. Brother Xiaojun and Ye Zimo's conversation, Xia Yihan could faintly hear it. She closed her eyes. Now was not the time to think about anything else.    

"It's fine. Let's look for Nianmo first. I don't know how long he's been gone for."    

If he wanted to drive Mo Xiaojun out of Xia Yihan's heart, he could only do it with a child. He knew that was a little despicable, but sometimes it was understandable that Mo Xiaojun would be a little smart for love.    

Hearing Ye Zimo's words, Xia Yihan nodded in agreement. It was time to find the child.    

"You stay at home, I'll go."    

Xia Yihan glanced at Ye Zimo, thinking that he still hadn't recovered yet, so it was better for him to be at home.