The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

In this way, Zhou Yian pretended to be still asleep before Xu Zehao went out every day, and when he came back at night, she would stick to him and ask him to take her out to play.

I have to say that Xu Zehao dotes on her very much. He really obeys her and meets her every request.

She said she was bored at home every day and wanted him to accompany her, so he turned down all the social engagements he could and used the free time to accompany her. For some engagements that he really couldn't postpone, he would communicate with her in advance and coax her.

She said she was bored of playing near home every day, so he took out half a month to take her flying around the country and abroad.

As time passed, Zhou Yian became more and more attached to him. Sometimes when Xu Zehao came back later than usual, she would call him several times, repeatedly calling him until he came back.

At the beginning, Xu Zehao patiently explained and communicated with her, but as the calls became more and more frequent, his replies gradually became more and more perfunctory.

Later on, she couldn't listen to his explanations. Even if he said he was busy, Zhou Yian always asked him to take photos or videos to prove that he was really busy. She said that she felt insecure, and only in this way could she believe that he was really busy and not with another woman.

Until one day, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening, and Xu Zehao not only did not come back, he didn't even send her a message. This had never happened before.

Zhou Yian looked at the rejected call on his phone and the cold food on the table, and felt a little melancholy.

She opened WeChat, sent him a few messages, and waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply from him.

She called him again without giving up, but the call was hung up this time. She did not give up and called again and again until finally a cold female voice sounded: Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, please call again later.

She typed it countless times, and this sentence echoed in her ears over and over again. She smiled bitterly at herself and then gave up.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Xu Zehao came back. As soon as he entered the entrance hall, he saw the table full of food. He walked forward to check. The dishes on the table were clean. This was a table full of food that no one had touched. He looked up thoughtfully at the bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom door was closed, with a faint light coming through the crack. As usual, Zhou Yian left a light on for him when he came home at night.

He tugged at his tie irritably, with a look of heavy fatigue on his face. After thinking for a moment, he walked up to the second floor and pushed the door into the bedroom.

Zhou Yian lay on his side on the huge double bed, his thin back facing the door, looking a little lonely.

Xu Zehao looked helpless, lowered his head and sighed, walked to Zhou Yian, and gently placed his hand on Zhou Yian's shoulder, "An'an, I know you are not asleep, let's talk, okay."

Zhou Yian didn't say anything, but his shoulders were shaking slightly.

Xu Zehao turned her body over. Tears were streaming down her fair and beautiful face, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

Xu Zehao's heart suddenly felt like it was pierced by countless needles, and it hurt so much that he quickly leaned over and hugged her gently, "An An, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have ignored your calls and messages. Please don't cry, okay?"

Zhou Yian let him hold her like this, sobbing softly and not saying anything for a long time.

"An An, don't cry, okay? I apologize." Xu Zehao coaxed her patiently.

After a long while, Zhou Yian finally stopped crying, his eyes reddened and he asked in a sobbing voice: "Xu Zehao, do you dislike me? Do you think I'm annoying?"

Xu Zehao was slightly startled, pursed his lips gently, and looked out the window, "No, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Zhou Yian got up quickly and hugged Xu Zehao tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Xu Zehao, please don't leave me. I know you are very busy and I shouldn't keep looking for you, but...but I'm scared."

Xu Zehao let his hands hang down and did not hug him back, allowing Zhou Yian to hug him tightly like this. Zhou Yian hugged him very tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go. This made him feel very depressed and suffocated, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?" Xu Zehao's tone was calm and indifferent. He just responded to her words naturally without any curiosity at all.

"I'm afraid you don't want me anymore. I'm afraid you've been dazzled by the women out there and don't know the way back to South Bay."

Xu Zehao took a deep breath, closed his eyes helplessly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was enduring something, and then he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"An An, I explained to you that I was busy, but you never listened. I..."

"I've been busy at the company all day. I've explained to you countless times before that I don't have a woman outside. No, don't keep calling me, don't keep calling after you hang up, but why don't you listen?"

His tone gradually changed from slow to fast, and was filled with helpless anger.

Upon hearing him say this, Zhou Yian, who was originally feeling aggrieved, suddenly felt as if it was her fault and that she was being unreasonable. She seemed even more self-blaming and afraid.

She quickly kissed his cheek, looked at him with pitiful and helpless eyes, and pleaded in a gentle tone: I'm sorry, it's my fault, please don't be angry, okay? I'm too insecure, I... I love you too much.

As she spoke, she felt that whatever she said now seemed too pale. She was a little at a loss, wondering if she should do something to please him.

She immediately hugged his neck, placed her lips on his forehead, then moved down and finally covered his lips. She wanted to please him with her actions.

Her kiss was still awkward and clumsy, yet cautious.

Xu Zehao was a little surprised that she actually took the initiative to invite him.

But Xu Zehao did not become enthusiastic and proactive as usual because of her teasing. He remained cold and looked unmoved.

She kissed him wholeheartedly, so she couldn't see the frown on Xu Zehao's face or the displeasure on his face.

She held his cheek, kissed the corner of his mouth, and was about to move to his neck when Xu Zehao suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her movement.

"Okay, An An." His voice was cold and emotionless.

The intimate contact was suddenly interrupted by indifference. Zhou Yian was surprised and looked at him with wide eyes, his eyes were innocent and pitiful.

Xu Zehao also reacted belatedly. His reaction just now was too intense and too abnormal, which scared Zhou Yian a little.

He quickly gave a forced chuckle and reached out to hold her hand, trying to hide the awkwardness of the atmosphere. "An An... I'm a little tired today. I want to take a shower and rest."

Zhou Yian suddenly realized what was going on, and with a flushed face, he believed it to be true. He panicked and retracted his enthusiasm, "Then... then you should take a shower and rest early."

"it is good."

There was a sound of water dripping in the bathroom. Xu Zehao turned the shower head to the maximum and the water poured down. He stood under the water with his eyes closed, the cold water pouring from head to toe. He seemed to want to wake himself up.