The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Zhou Yian took out her computer and did a rough calculation. In just one day, she had spent nearly half a million yuan. She used all the money to buy expensive bags. However, after a day, there was no movement from Xu Zehao. This made her puzzled. She made such a big fuss, but this man was not moved at all. He was really generous to her.

She picked up her cell phone and dialed Xu Zehao's number. The call was answered as soon as it rang.

"Xu Zehao, what should I do? I was looking at bags online today and couldn't help but accidentally bought a lot. I like them all so much."

"It doesn't matter, buy it if you like it."

"Then will you blame me for spending money recklessly?"

"No, you don't need to call me specifically to ask about such trivial matters in the future. If you want to buy it, just buy it. As long as you are happy." His voice was as calm as ever, and no emotion could be heard in it.

"Oh, okay, love you, by the way." The tone was quite perfunctory.

Xu Zehao was holding the phone in his hand but hadn't put it down for a long time, his brows relaxed and he couldn't help laughing. This was the first time that Zhou Yian took the initiative to say he loved him. Five hundred thousand in exchange for a word "I love you", it was not bad, quite a good deal.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yian felt a little disappointed. Xu Zehao's attitude seemed too calm, making her feel like a clown who directed and acted in her own drama, which was a bit self-defeating.

After get off work, Zhou Yian took the bus home. After getting off the bus, she rummaged through the bracelet in her bag, took it out and put it on her wrist ostentatiously before returning to Nanwan.

When Zhou Yian returned to Nanwan, Xu Zehao was already sitting in the living room waiting for her to come back for dinner.

The relationship between the two has returned to normal, and the happiest person is Aunt Zhao. Before, the two had a conflict and a cold war, and she was very embarrassed to be caught in the middle. Now that she sees the two have reconciled, she specially cooked a table of delicious dishes today, waiting for them to come back for dinner.

Zhou Yian looked at the dishes on the table, pouted in dissatisfaction, and pulled Xu Zehao's arm and shook it continuously, "Xu Zehao, I don't want to eat home-cooked meals today, let's go out for seafood."

Xu Zehao's expression was indifferent, and he just asked curiously, "What's wrong? Don't you like today's food?"

Aunt Zhao looked at Zhou Yian in confusion, then looked at the dishes on the table. There was nothing wrong with the dishes. They were all Miss's favorites. "What's wrong, Miss? Are the dishes today not to your liking?"

"Aunt Zhao, it's not your problem. I just suddenly wanted to go out to eat. You won't blame me, will you?" Zhou Yian had a pitiful expression, which made Aunt Zhao feel soft-hearted.

"Oh, how could I blame you? I understand that you young people want to enjoy your own world." Aunt Zhao looked at Zhou Yian with a smile, as lovingly as if she were looking at her own child.

"Aunt Zhao, you've worked hard. You should eat more. We'll leave first." Zhou Yian said as he pulled Xu Zehao away.

The two came to a high-end restaurant. Zhou Yian ordered a large amount of seafood, which was far more than the two of them needed. There was a lot of leftovers and a lot of food was wasted. Zhou Yian, who had always been frugal, looked at the five-digit meal bill with disdain.

After dinner, she dragged Xu Zehao to go shopping. They wandered around, looked around, walked and stopped, and walked for more than two hours. Even when Xu Zehao looked tired, she still looked like she was enjoying it and full of energy.

"Do you think this dress looks good?" Zhou Yian was holding a valuable and fashionable long skirt and trying it on, adjusting her posture from time to time to see if it looked good on her.

Xu Zehao sat lazily on a chair beside him, his handsome face looked very tired. He looked uninterested, but he still looked up at her seriously when she asked him, "It looks good. It will be perfect if you buy a pair of shoes to match it."

"Yeah, I think so too. Let's buy clothes and then go buy shoes."

"it is good."

I have to say that Xu Zehao's temper is sometimes very gentle and his emotions are extremely stable, but sometimes he is like waves in a storm, ups and downs, which makes people difficult to accept and even frightened.

Although it was obvious that Xu Zehao was very tired, Zhou Yian had no intention of stopping. He dragged him to various luxury stores, bought a bunch of things and asked him to carry them, while he himself had nothing in his hands, feeling very comfortable.

Xu Zehao was unwilling to let her go, simply because he felt that he had always been reserved towards him and had a strong sense of boundaries with him. Since he said he was tired of her and wanted to let her go, she would just let him get tired of her as soon as possible. So even if she was acting, she had to act like she loved him deeply.

In Zhou Yian's eyes, Xu Zehao didn't really love her, he just didn't want to accept it. Fu Shenyan once said that men are born with a strong desire to conquer, especially for women they can't get, they are even more paranoid.

People always yearn for things they cannot get. Once they get it, everything has a shelf life. This is human nature, and Xu Zehao is no exception.

This man is too outstanding. He is not an ordinary person. He has too many choices. She is just one of his many women. Among his many women, she is nothing special. She firmly believes that he treats her well just because of the novelty. When the novelty is over, that will be the day he lets go.

"Xu Zehao, I'm hungry, let's go get some midnight snack."

It was only a little after eleven o'clock, and it had been more than three hours since the seafood dinner. Zhou Yian touched his stomach again, complaining that he was hungry.

"Well, eat, what do you want to eat?"

"I know there's a delicious handmade noodle shop in the alley nearby. Let's go eat there."

"Okay, you lead the way." Xu Zehao's face showed only fatigue, but no impatience.

There are a lot of people in the night market in summer, with messy stalls set up along the street and vendors shouting loudly to attract customers.

Zhou Yian pulled Xu Zehao and moved with difficulty in the crowded crowd. Both of them had outstanding temperaments and were dressed very stylishly, which made them seem out of place in the messy environment around them.

After passing through the bustling crowd and walking through the winding alleys, I finally found the noodle shop in a dim alley far away from the night market. The name of the noodle shop is a bit special, it is called "Yi Mian Zhi Yuan".

The noodle shop is not big. The owners are a middle-aged couple. They are busy rolling noodles at an open workbench. There are only four or five tables in the shop, but there are many people eating noodles. They are lucky. When they entered the door, the customers at the table by the window had just finished eating. Xu Zehao took a long step and walked over to sit down in two steps.

Zhou Yian walked to the front and ordered two bowls of oil-splashed noodles from the proprietress, then sat opposite Xu Zehao.

Xu Zehao seldom came to this kind of common small restaurant to eat. He looked around curiously.

“This noodle shop has an interesting name.”

Zhou Yian raised his head and followed his line of sight. "Yeah, I also thought it was very interesting when I first came here. It was very artistic and had a double meaning. It seems that the boss is also an artistic person."

"An An, do you believe in fate?" Xu Zehao looked at her with burning eyes.

"Sorry, this is the oil-splashed noodles you ordered." He spoke quickly, interrupting their conversation at an inopportune time.

"Thank you." Zhou Yian reached out for the noodles and stirred them carefully with chopsticks. Her attention was completely shifted to the bowl of delicious oil-splashed noodles, and she completely forgot about the question Xu Zehao asked her.