The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Xu Zehao looked up at her, hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly, "You have a companion named Zhou Yian in your public relations department, right?"

When the woman heard Zhou Yian's name, she frowned and smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Xu, can you change someone?"

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Xu, it's like this. Zhou Yian hasn't come to work for several days. Do you want to appoint someone else?"

He had been sitting lazily with his back against the back of the chair, but he straightened his back and sat up straight, raising his voice in confusion and asking, "Didn't come to work? Did you quit?"

"Yes, something happened to her recently, but she didn't resign, she just asked for leave."

"Do you know what happened to her?"

"This..." The woman looked embarrassed, hesitating whether she should say this.

Xu Zehao saw her hesitation, turned around slowly, took out his coat from the back of the chair behind him, took out his wallet from it, pulled out a stack of bills and handed it to her.

The woman took the money with a smile on her face and put it in her pocket. She pinched the thickness with her fingers quietly, and her face was filled with uncontrollable joy.

The woman talked incessantly and told Xu Zehao everything she knew, without missing a word, even the small matter of Zhang Xiaojun soaking Zhou Yian's quilt.

The money was like a key that opened her mouth and she said everything she should and shouldn't say.

Since she opened her mouth, Xu Zehao stopped talking. He crossed his legs, clasped his hands across his chest, and listened to her expressionlessly. He remained in this position without moving, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

This conversation lasted for more than half an hour. The woman felt a little dry in the mouth. She asked cautiously, "Mr. Xu, I have told you everything I know. Do you have any questions?"

Xu Zehao remained silent, raised his hand and waved, indicating that she could go.

The woman bowed and stepped back: "Thank you, Mr. Xu. I look forward to serving you next time."

Xu Zehao sat for a while, then stood up, picked up his coat and left the box.

After a while, his car appeared near Zhou Yian's dilapidated old neighborhood.

This is an old, dilapidated community. The roads in the community are narrow and small. Due to years of disrepair, the road surface is already bumpy and the car is severely bumpy when driving in.

He parked his car under a residential building, sat in the car and looked around, and found that the community was pitch black without even a street light.

After a while, Xu Zehao pushed open the car door, got out and leaned against the car, looking up. Each building here has only seven floors, and the households are very close to each other. The densely packed small windows look a bit creepy in the dark night.

Some of the outer walls have begun to fall off due to their age. Time has left deep marks here. Under the sparse lights of high-rise buildings in the distance, they appear mottled and shaky as if they are about to fall.

His gaze fell on one of the old buildings, his dark and bright eyes showed emotion, and a sadness surged in his heart.

Xu Zehao took a long puff of his cigarette, and the smoke lingered on his face, as if it could cover up his inner sadness.

It was already late at night, but the sounds of playing mahjong, clinking glasses when drinking, quarreling, and all kinds of noises could be heard one after another. These noises intertwined together late at night, easily disturbing people's dreams and making them feel upset.

Xu Zehao threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on it with his foot, exhaled the last puff of smoke, then opened the car door and drove away.

The stars move and night turns into day.

When Zhou Yian woke up, he brushed his teeth and washed his face, then fetched warm water for Zhou's mother to wash.

Although Mother Zhou passed the critical period after waking up, she suffered nerve damage, resulting in hemiplegia on the left side of her body and lost the ability to take care of herself.

Hemiplegia also caused her eyes to be squinting, her mouth to be crooked and she to drool. The doctor gave her acupuncture several times but there was still no sign of improvement.

She gently brushed Mother Zhou's teeth and washed her face, then fed her the porridge she got from the hospital cafeteria bit by bit.

Mother Zhou ate very slowly, and the porridge water always flowed down the corners of her mouth. She would keep wiping it with a handkerchief, wiping it after she was fed a mouthful to prevent the porridge water from flowing onto her clothes.

The scene is just like a mother feeding her baby, the difference is that now the roles are reversed, she is the mother and the mother is the child.