The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Zhou Yian sat on the bed and checked her phone with sleepy eyes. It was almost one in the morning. She scratched her face with her hands, trying to wake herself up and confirm whether she had just dreamed. That cold-faced CEO actually asked her to pick him up? Was he sick? Moreover, where did he get her phone number? Was she really dreaming?

She held the phone in disbelief and looked through the call records. There was indeed a call record from a long number with no remarks a few minutes ago, so she was not dreaming just now, it really happened.

She threw her cell phone onto the bedside, lay down on the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, and crawled back into the warm bed, not wanting to pay attention to him.

However, after only two minutes, she sat up angrily again.

"It's really annoying. If it weren't for the fact that he once sent me home, I wouldn't bother with him. He's like a sick person."

Even though she complained, her hands did not stop at all. She quickly changed her clothes and prepared to go out. Before leaving, she also took the anti-wolf spray and small dagger she had bought before. You should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others. Who knows if his purpose is impure.

She opened the door carefully, tiptoed through the hall like a thief, and then opened the door gently, fearing that her loud movements would wake her mother.

As soon as she went out, a gust of wind blew over, making her shiver. Although it was just the beginning of winter, the temperature at night was still very low. Fortunately, although it was late at night, it was still very convenient to take a taxi. After a while, an empty taxi came.

The quiet streets seem particularly deserted late at night, but once you step into the club, you will experience a completely different atmosphere. Unlike the quiet and dim outside, the club is brightly lit and bustling with voices, as if it were two different worlds.

When entering the private room, Zhou Yian took a deep breath. Although she had met him several times before and she had prepared herself mentally on the way here, she still felt inexplicably nervous when she thought about meeting him later.

She pushed open the door of the box with trepidation and walked in pretending to be calm. The box was surprisingly quiet, making people mistakenly believe that there was no one inside.

she asked softly as she walked in.

The waiter was sitting with his back to the door and was dozing off. He was startled by the sudden sound and quickly stood up to check the source of the sound.

His actions also scared Zhou Yian.

However, the waiter was more surprised than Zhou Yian. He looked at Zhou Yian in disbelief. This colleague who worked with him on weekdays turned out to be Xu Shao's "family member"? He asked cautiously: "You..., you are not the one called Zhou something?"

"Um, yes, I'm here to pick up Xu Zehao." Zhou Yian was a little embarrassed and pointed at the man lying on the bench sheepishly.

The waiter's eyes widened, and he followed Zhou Yian's lead and pointed at Xu Zehao and Zhou Yian. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked, "You? Are you family?"

If it was true, it would be too explosive. He had already imagined a novel in which a domineering president's little wife came to the club to experience life.

"No, no, no, that's not it." Zhou Yian quickly waved her hands and denied it anxiously. She didn't want any outrageous news to come out tomorrow.

"Well, can I take him away?"

"Ok, Ok."

"Hey, get up. Didn't you ask me to take you home? Get up." Zhou Yian walked to Xu Zehao, patted his shoulder, and when he didn't respond, he shook him hard.

The man was shaken awake, opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with drunken eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a slight smile, the whole person seemed much softer, and said in a low voice: "Little darling, I miss you so much."

"You got the wrong person. I'm not Xiaoguai, I'm Zhou Yian."

"Don't you want me to take you home? Get up, I'll take you home." Zhou Yian covered his nose in disgust and reached out to pull him up.

The usually aloof man was as docile as a kitten at this moment. He stood up shakily and tried to keep his balance and take a few steps, but he failed and collapsed on the sofa again before he took the first step.

Zhou Yian reluctantly stepped forward and asked him to put his hand on her shoulder. She helped him up. Due to being deeply drunk, he didn't even have the strength to stand up. The weight of his whole body pressed on Zhou Yian. She complained with a grin, "Why are you so heavy?"

He was drunk and staggered as he walked. As he was tall, it was very difficult for Zhou Yian to support him and they both staggered and almost fell down several times.

Many of the waiters they met in the corridor turned back frequently and looked at them curiously. Zhou Yian thought, this time it's over, tomorrow the gossip about her will be flying everywhere again.

After finally dragging him downstairs, Zhou Yian remembered that he had no idea where this drunk man lived.

"Hey, wake up, where do you live?"

"Home." Xu Zehao answered her instinctively based on the little consciousness he had.

"Hey, aren't you talking nonsense? Where is your home?"

"I..., I... don't... know." Due to being drunk, his speech was a little slurred and he spoke vaguely.

"What? You don't know?"

"Hey, talk to me, don't sleep." But the man didn't say anything else.

Zhou Yian had no choice but to help him sit down on the side of the road, rubbing his hands to keep warm, looking at the cold street, and then at the man sitting on the ground.

The 1.80-meter-tall man was sitting on the side of the road with his head hanging down, his back against the flower bed, his arms drooping limply. She began to regret why she was so soft-hearted to come out to pick him up tonight. She should have just ignored him and let him lie in the club for a night instead of living on the streets now.

She squatted down and held his face with both hands, shouting at him loudly and slapping his face. The man at this time had long lost his former majestic aura, and he was so drunk that he couldn't tell east from west.

After a long time, she finally found out his home address from his intermittent words. She could only sigh that the life of rich people was really unimaginable.

Originally, the taxi was stopped by the community security guard and was not allowed to enter, but when the security guard saw the face of the drunk God of Wealth, he immediately raised the railing respectfully and asked kindly if he needed any help.

The car stopped at the gate of the villa for a while before a middle-aged man in plain clothes came over and asked, "Hey, Mr. Xu, why are you so drunk today?" When he saw that the person in the car was Xu Zehao who was unconscious, he quickly opened the door and helped him out.

"Well, uncle, I'll leave him to you. I'm going back now."

When the uncle heard the voice, he turned his head and realized that he had been so focused on looking at his master that he didn't notice there was a young girl sitting in the car. He hurriedly thanked her for sending his husband home in the middle of the night.

Although he was very curious about why his master, who usually looked reserved and restrained, would get drunk tonight and be sent home by a young girl, he did not ask because he knew very well that these were not things a servant like him should inquire about.

When Zhou Yian returned home, it was already past two in the morning. Perhaps it was because she did not get enough sleep, or maybe it was because she was blown by the wind when she went out tonight, she felt a splitting headache as if it was about to explode. She held her forehead and thought about it again and again before finally deciding to take some medicine to relieve it. After all, she had to go to work tomorrow.

She was tired and sleepy, and with the hypnotic drugs, she fell into a sweet dream soon after she climbed into bed.