Hey! The CEO who just scolded me met someone on a blind date.

Jiang Huaizhou returned to the Jiang family's old house drunk, but he did not get out of the car. Instead, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

As the light flickered, the driver, Lao Li, could not help but speak up, "Master, you finally quit smoking not long ago, why are you smoking again? Smoking is bad for your health."

"Okay, got it." He agreed, but did not stop. "Uncle Li, you should go back and rest first."

"Master, it's already late. You should go back and rest earlier. Otherwise, Madam will be worried."

The hand holding the cigarette froze in mid-air. Jiang Huaizhou looked through the car window at the room upstairs. There was no light.

He put out the remaining half of his cigarette, was silent for a while, then leaned over and got out of the car.

As soon as I entered the door, the butler came to greet me.

"Master, the master just woke up and asked where you were."

"Has Grandpa gone to bed?"

"I took the medicine and fell asleep."

Jiang Huaizhou nodded, "She... forget it, it's okay, go to bed early."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.

The bedroom door was closed tightly. The slender fingers placed on the door handle and hesitated for a minute before gently pushing it open.

There was no light in the room, nor a trace of life, except for a faint light from the window with no curtains drawn.

Sure enough, he left.

He turned around, picked up a glass of wine and went into the study. A nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart. Jiang Huaizhou waved his hand, and the things on the table scattered all over the floor.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up the wine glass, quickly pulled off his tie, took off his watch, threw it on the table, and drank the whole glass of liquor in one gulp.

With his brows furrowed, Jiang Huaizhou was completely enveloped by a violent aura.

Su Zimu.

He repeated the name in his mind.

As if he had made up his mind, he threw the wine glass away. The sound of it breaking was particularly clear in the silent night.

"You're back?"

A somewhat timid voice came, and Jiang Huaizhou was slightly stunned. Is she still there?

Then he concealed his thoughts, sat sideways on the sofa, and rubbed his temples with his slender fingers.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Su Zimu looked at the mess and stood at the door of the study, not daring to take another step forward.

"I wanted to talk to you." She paused and said, "Let's talk tomorrow."

As soon as she turned around, a hoarse voice came from behind her, "Stop."

Su Zimu really stood there and turned around to look at him, his big eyes blinking.

He didn't want to talk to her. He could guess what she wanted to say, which was nothing more than sorry, leaving, etc.

But he didn't want her to leave, he wanted her to be by his side.

"If you have anything to say, say it now."

Hearing his stiff tone, Su Zimu must be still angry about Jiang Cheng, so he walked gently into the study.

The ground was in such a mess that she didn't even know where to stand, so she had to choose a small open space.

"I'm sorry about what happened to Grandpa Jiang. I didn't mean for things to turn out like this."

After Su Zimu finished speaking, he quickly glanced at Jiang Huaizhou. Seeing that he was looking at him gloomily, he bit his lip secretly and said, "Maybe, I was too impulsive. I didn't consider the old man's physical condition."

Su Zimu pursed her lips and looked up at him, but he half-supported his head and looked at her quietly, with no intention of speaking.

"Don't worry, I will stay and take care of Grandpa Jiang's recovery. I live next door to him now. I..."

"unnecessary."

Su Zimu didn't expect that he would refuse, and he stood there for a while, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Huaizhou stood up and walked towards her slowly. The smell of alcohol on his body made Su Zimu tilt her head.

He pinched her chin with his bony fingers, trying to make her look at him.

Su Zimu felt pain and stretched out his hands to pry his hands open, but the person opposite him clamped both of his hands and forced him to retreat until he had nowhere to retreat.

With her back against the wall, she looked at him in panic and fear, but he was evil and wild.

"Who do you think you are? You can come and go as you please?"

"My patience is limited. You'd better not test my bottom line again and again."

Su Zimu: “…”

"You've drunk too much." Su Zimu quickly calmed down, "If you have anything to say, talk about it tomorrow when you're sober."

wide awake?

Jiang Huaizhou laughed deeply, "I'm very sober!"

As soon as the words fell, a domineering and rough kiss came down.

Su Zimu didn't even have time to react before her lip was bitten. While she was making a sound in pain, he took the opportunity to march straight in and capture the city.

For a moment, the rich, sweet smell of blood filled their mouths.

He didn't let her go until she was gasping for breath, felt dizzy and couldn't stand still until he kissed her.

"You...are nothing more than that."

"Jiang Huaizhou, you bastard!"

Su Zimu fell to the ground, gasping for breath. His red face and a pair of tearful eyes looked pitiful and helpless.

"The first day you met me?"

This one sentence left her speechless.

Yes, she called him a bastard the first day she met him.

"Within a week, I will let Grandpa go back to France. During this time, you should stay at the Jiang family obediently."

He returned to his usual cold and indifferent attitude, "After that, you will get what you want, and we will have nothing to do with each other anymore!"

Without even looking at her again, Jiang Huaizhou turned around and left resolutely.

I got what I wanted, and it doesn't matter anymore.

Early the next morning, Su Zimu went downstairs to go to work, but was stopped.

"Have breakfast before going to work."

Su Zimu: “!!!”

It was Mr. Jiang. He was sitting at the dining table, looking at Su Zimu with a smile on his face, who looked flustered.

"Grandpa Jiang?"

Jiang Cheng nodded slightly, "Is it still in time for breakfast?"

Su Zimu nodded heavily and walked towards the dining table.

"Grandpa Jiang, are you okay now? Why don't you lie down and rest?" She sat there obediently, like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

"I'm fine, I'm just too tired from flying for a long time, and my blood pressure is a little high. It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

"Really?" Su Zimu asked cautiously. God knows how her heart was gripped when she saw him falling to the ground yesterday.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Jiang Cheng patted her arm to comfort her.

"Grandpa Jiang." Su Zimu avoided her gaze, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

"Eh? I still like to hear you call me grandpa."

There was a trace of disbelief, hesitation, and reluctance in her eyes. She finally grinned and said, "Grandpa, eat breakfast quickly, be careful that it will get cold later."

"Okay, okay, shall we have breakfast together?"

Jiang Cheng's breakfast is simple. Over the years, no matter how much wealth he has accumulated, he is still used to having porridge, steamed buns and side dishes.

As he drank the warm porridge, Su Zimu felt a warm current surge in his heart.

Thinking back to that time, she also accompanied her grandmother to have breakfast every day. At this moment, it seemed as if her grandmother was still with her.

Seeing Jiang Cheng's smiling face, Su Zimu no longer wondered whether he had heard her conversation with Jiang Huaizhou. At least before he left Huacheng, she should make him happy.

"After dinner, let Huaizhou take you to work."

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and the corner of my lip began to hurt as if it was burned by fire.