Chapter 305

The Scheming President Who Cannot be Loved (P 89)

"Ya Shao? What's wrong with you?"

"Pong Ming?"

Ye Ziyan's eyes looked at Gong Ming as fierce as a ghost. That kind of eyes were with a trace of crazy collapse. Although it gradually became deeper and deeper, even calm as if the roaring person was not him. "Did you send me back?"

"Uh-huh."

Gong Ming nodded, "You were too drunk last night. I sent you back and called Mr. Ye. Lord Ye sent his mother to take care of you all night."

"Young master, you're awake!"

At this time, Aunt Wang, who had just finished busy in the kitchen, just brought out a large bowl of soup, "Don't be in house, try this. In the past, you were drunk on your birthday every year, and you were taken care of by Mo Shao, but now..."

Speaking of this, Aunt Wang hesitated and immediately changed the topic, "Don't be a master, come down and drink some. Drunkenness is not good for the stomach, and this soup is good for the stomach."

You have a bad stomach. Let me help you regulate your stomach, okay?

Aunt Wang's words made Ye Ziyan suddenly stunned, and this sentence inexplicably sounded in his mind, but who said this? Who said this? Or, where has he heard this sentence...

Why did his heart beat so fast because of a sentence that appeared inexplicably? During the beat, the pain began to spread from the position of the heart to the limbs and the whole body, until the whole body.

Ye Ziyan suddenly pressed his heart, grasped the skirt of his chest tightly, and shook his figure. He suddenly held on the wall. Tears began to blur his eyes. Obviously, he didn't want to cry, but his heart was sore and painful, and his breathing was full of unspeakable astringency.

Why? What's wrong with him...

"Ye Shao!"

"Do not be like this master?!"

Gong Ming and Aust Wang were shocked by Ye Ziyan's sudden change and immediately helped him. Ye Ziyan's red eyes looked at the soup sprinkled out of his hands, and he was suddenly a little stunned.

"This soup is not like this..."

Ye Ziyan's dull murmur made Gong Ming and Aunt Wang stunned. Aunt. Aunt. Wang looked at the wine-resolved soup in her hand inexplicably and wondered, "Isn't that so? Isn't it all like this in anti-wine soup? What's wrong?"

What's wrong?!

He, I don't know...

But, it's not like this. There is a voice in my heart telling him that it's not like this, it's not...

Ye Ziyan pushed away the help of Wang Mi and Gong Ming, and the figure stumbled between them, pressed his heart and returned to the bedroom.

'Bang!' The sound of closing the door made the people outside look at each other. The people inside fell down on the big bed and had no strength anymore. They just looked dull. Looking at the ceiling, their eyes were a little loose. "It hurts, it hurts. If the pain doesn't die, it hurts! It hurts. Can you tell me why you... hurt..."

Ye Ziyan's confusion and uneasiness, despair and sadness made his whole body seem to be covered with a layer of abandoned desolation and bitterness, and seemed to fall into a dilemma that could not get out. However, in such a dilemma, he felt more and more helpless and sad. However, he did not know why he was helpless and sad. He only felt that his heart seemed to It was hollowed out. Listen to it quietly, and you can still hear the sound of the cold wind sweeping, which is terrible.

Should there be anything in there?

Ye Ziyan kept asking himself a question for the past three months, hammered his heart fiercely, looked at himself in the mirror, and asked a question, "Here, how can it hurt so much..."

"Ye Shao, Zhou Dong arranged a banquet in the afternoon. I hope you can come." Gong Ming's words came from outside the door, and Ye Ziyan's empty eyes began to recover, and indifference returned again. It seemed that he was not the one who had just been confused and at a loss.

"I know. Wait for me below." After saying this, Ye Ziyan got up and walked to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked like he woke up every night. Even if he didn't wake up now, will he become this inexplicable appearance?

What on earth are you sad, painful, desperate...

Why, your expression, so, helpless, so murring...

Ye Ziyan looked in the mirror, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of sadness. His hand slowly followed himself in the mirror, copying his strange and familiar appearance.

Finally, there was a sound of water in the bathroom. When Ye Ziyan appeared again, he had changed into a straight suit, and his eyes returned to indifference. He took the mobile phone on the head cabinet and started to walk down.

Zhou Dong's banquet is nothing more than a place for interpersonal communication. In this place where the plan is staggered and the cup is replaced, Ye Ziyan really feels too boring. Although Dong Zhou really wants to stay with him, Ye Ziyan wants to leave, and no one can really stay.

However, when a girl outside appeared with a bunch of blue wretails in her hand, Ye Ziyan was impatient to leave and stopped in an instant.

Zhou Dong looked at the person who was not in adificated and wanted to leave. Suddenly, he looked straight at his daughter and his eyes turned, "Mingming, come here."

Mingming!!

The name ringing in his ear made Ye Ziyan suddenly roar in his mind, his body trembled slightly unconsciously, and suddenly there was a familiar thing in his heart that made him anxious. However, it was too fast that he couldn't catch it...

Only when the palm of his hand was held fiercely and his fingertips fell into the flesh could suppress the sadness that hit him overwhelmingly.

The suffocating sadness once buried him.

If it weren't for Secretary Gong around him, he didn't know when he would be stunned.

"Ye Shao, Miss Zhou is waiting to shake hands with you." Secretary Gong whispered a reminder.

After Ye Ziyan came to his senses, he looked at the hand that he didn't know when he came to him and stretched out. The small hand in front of him, Bai Jie Yingyu, ten fingers are slender, but the other hand flashed in his mind, the same Bai Jie Yingyu, ten fingers are slender, but inexplicably suffocated him, and the hands that he would suffocate and regret at the thought.

Ye Ziyan slowly moved up from her hand until she looked at the blue tail in the girl's arms with some obsession. "Is this, the tail flower?"

"Brother Ye also knows the Oly-tailed flower!" The girl who called Zhou Mingming tilted her head a little playfully and shouted familiarly, but after seeing that Ye Ziyan obviously had no intention to shake hands with her, she withdrew her hand and buried her face in the flower and took a deep breath, "I love the wingtail flower the most! The color of the wingle-tailed flower is colorful and beautiful. But I don't like blue oingtails very much, because the flower language is not good.

When Ye Ziyan heard her say that she didn't like the blue wail flower, and even disliked it, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her heart, but she was shaken by the words behind her, "What flower language?"

"The flower language of the wingtailed flower is elegant, but because the tailed flower is colorful, the different wingtailed flower has another layer of meaning because of the different colors. One by one is very beautiful and auspicious and happy. Only, the blue tailed flower is a flower exclusive to the admirer, and the flower language that belongs to it is desperate love! Wandering in broken love, exquisite beauty, but fragile and more perishable..."

Zhou Mingming said that at this time, her eyes quietly looked at Ye Ziyan. The admiration and worship in it were so obvious, and she smiled shyly, "However, this is not a blue otletailed flower, but a baby blue that is very close to blue, but a different color, but it is also a difference between heaven and earth. If the blue tailed flower is absolutely Hope love, so blue ingle-tailed flower, its flower language is sacred! I think the treasure blue wail is the most suitable for those who admire in the dark.

Zhou Mingming handed the flower to Ye Ziyan, "This one of mine is blue, not blue! Brother Ye, look, doesn't it look like a blue wail?! Most of the time, you will be mistaken and recognize the baby blue as blue..."

Ye Ziyan took a step back and stared at the flowers in the girl's hand. But when he heard this sentence, he calmly recovered, and the abnormality just now became like a cloud of smoke.