The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Although she didn't say the name, Xu Zehao knew who she was talking about.

"Well, more than three years."

"You are serious about her... right? It's not just a joke anymore, right?"

Xu Zehao silently looked at the dark road ahead and drove the car with full concentration, and did not answer this question.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. This is your private matter, but as a friend, I still hope you can be rational." When saying the word "friend", Gu Jiatong paused, with a slight choke in her tone.

"Jiatong, I know, no need to apologize, don't worry, I know how to handle it."

"I know I shouldn't say this, but..."

"Okay, Jiatong, let's leave this topic behind. I know you care about me, but don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

"Okay, then I won't say anything. You are smarter than me. I believe you can handle everything." Gu Jiatong tactfully stopped the topic, knowing that if she continued talking, it would only disgust Xu Zehao. She was a smart person and knew that some things should be said only after the time had passed.

As she watched Xu Zehao's car disappear into the night, Gu Jiatong felt mixed emotions. She had liked Xu Zehao for many years. It was not that she could not accept that he had a woman by his side, and she also knew that he would never choose to be with her, but Zhou Yian's existence still made her feel different.

After sending Gu Jiatong home, Xu Zehao returned to Nanwan. It was already one o'clock in the morning when he returned. Zhou Yian was lying quietly on the bed, her breathing was steady and even. She always slept well, and her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful.

Xu Zehao knew that Zhou Yian was a light sleeper and could be easily woken up, so he washed up in the bathroom on the first floor before gently going up to the bedroom on the second floor. He hugged her tightly from the side, with his broad chest pressed against her back. In the quiet night, they could even feel each other's heartbeat.

Although they have been together for three years, only when he hugs her to sleep, even if he does nothing, can she give him a sense of security.

During the day, Zhou Yian is like a hedgehog, covered with thorns, using them to protect herself at all times. All her emotions are hidden deep in her heart, and no one can see them. Only when she lets down her guard at night, she appears particularly quiet and gentle. Or maybe, they are both hedgehogs, both of whom have the softest bellies but never show them to others easily, and always show their thorny side to protect themselves.

The morning light was just breaking, the sun was rising slowly, and the golden glow painted the whole city.

"Xu Zehao, wake up."

Xu Zehao's eyelids twitched a few times but he didn't open them. He was sleeping soundly and was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes at all. He frowned as if he was unhappy about being disturbed in his sweet dream, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

Seeing that he not only didn't wake up, but also gave her a cold back, Zhou Yian couldn't help it and directly reached out and shook him, "Xu Zehao, wake up, wake up quickly."

"Hmm..." Xu Zehao was sleepy, his eyes half open and half closed, and he responded vaguely to Zhou Yian.

"What time did you come back yesterday?"

"Um…"

Zhou Yian laid horizontally on Xu Zehao and stretched out her hands to pry open his eyelids. Her black and white eyes were lifeless. Xu Zehao had to resist the sleepiness and open his eyes. "What's wrong, An An?" her tone was lazy and casual.

"Get up and accompany me to have breakfast. You didn't accompany me to have dinner last night. To make up for it, you have to accompany me to have breakfast today."

Zhou Yian's upper body was lying on his chest. He looked a little lazy because he had just woken up. His hair was a little messy and fluffy. His black eyes were wide open and stared at him eagerly. He looked like a clingy kitten and was very cute.

Xu Zehao stretched out his long arms to hug Zhou Yian, narrowed his eyes, looked at her dotingly, and spoke in a low voice with a heavy nasal tone, with a helpless and doting tone, "You woke me up so early in the morning, just because you want me to accompany you to have breakfast?"

"Yes, you said last night that it would be soon. But you didn't come back when I fell asleep. You lied to me. You have to accompany me to have breakfast."

"Okay, I'll get up now, okay? How about we go have some Cantonese-style morning tea?"

Zhou Yian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he instantly became alert. He immediately sat up and grabbed Xu Zehao's arm to pull him up, "Then get up quickly. I'll go call Aunt Zhao, and the three of us will go together."

"Okay, stop talking, I'll get up now."

Zhou Yian quickly let go of her hand when he heard it, got up in a hurry and ran to the second floor, "Aunt Zhao, don't cook breakfast, let's go out for morning tea together."

Xu Zehao watched Zhou Yian, who was as quiet as a virgin and as agile as a rabbit, disappear at the door of the room. He closed his eyes and smiled, then took a deep breath, and finally struggled to resist sleepiness and got up to wash up.

Aunt Zhao stopped what she was doing and looked at Zhou Yian in confusion, "Miss, are we going out for morning tea together?"

"No, there's also him."

Aunt Zhao smiled happily and said, "I was wondering why you didn't call me sir. It seems I misunderstood."

Soon Xu Zehao finished washing up and walked down the stairs from the second floor. He was handsome and good-looking, with a tall figure, sharp eyes and sharp eyebrows. He wore a fitted white casual shirt with black trousers and a pair of white casual shoes. This fashionable and energetic casual outfit made him look handsome and elegant.

Zhou Yian looked at him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that God was too kind to this man. In addition to his prominent family background, he also had an absolutely perfect appearance.

"Let's go, An An."

After a while, the three of them drove to a Cantonese restaurant that was magnificently decorated and very distinctive.

"Welcome, sir. How many people are you?" The waiter was standing at the door with a smile on his face. When he saw Xu Zehao and his group arriving, he greeted them warmly.

"Three."

"Okay, please come in."

The person in charge of receiving them was a young guy who looked a little immature. When he was setting the tableware for them and taking their orders, his movements were obviously awkward, probably because he had just started working.

Soon the ordered dishes began to arrive one after another. The three of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

At this time, a serving of steaming hot boat porridge was served. When the young man put it down, maybe the bottom of the bowl was too hot, so he put it down quickly and heavily, and with a "bang", the bottom of the bowl hit the table heavily.

"Ah..." Zhou Yian called out softly as he put the bowl down. He suddenly stood up as if he had been electrocuted, then lowered his head and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

The young waiter realized that he had accidentally splashed the hot porridge on Zhou Yian when he put it in the bowl. He was frightened and at a loss what to do. He stood aside like a wooden chicken, looking at her helplessly, "Miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...I...didn't mean it."

Xu Zehao and Aunt Zhao also stood up in panic. Xu Zehao grabbed Zhou Yian and wanted to check her injuries. "An'an, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yian wiped her eyes and didn't say anything for a long time. Suddenly, she raised her head and the part of her eye sockets that was splashed was red.

She glared at the waiter and shouted, "What are you doing? Do you know how to do things? Can you be more careful?"

Zhou Yian frowned and his face turned pale. Even Aunt Zhao was surprised. She didn't expect that Zhou Yian, who usually had a gentle personality and temper, would have such a side.