Chapter 241

The Scheming President Who Cannot be Loved (P 24)

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Min patted her face. After waking up for a moment, she went to the bathroom to wash her tiredness and hazardness. When Zhou Min took a shower and came out to change her clothes, the phone rang. Looking at Qin Hao's name on the phone, Zhou Min pressed hands-free, took the freshly brewed coffee and leaned against the window.

"Director, Master Chu's assistant has contacted me and said that he will sign the contract today. There is only one requirement in their contract, and Chu Jie and you must also be in the project group." Qin Hao's voice came, with a trace of annoyance.

After all, as Zhou Min's assistant, he knows very well that Zhou Min is not only the design director of Ye's Group, but also the only heir of Zhou's family. Zhou Min has endless work and endless projects on hand every day.

Moreover, because of the importance of this manor, Zhou Min can be said to have always taken care of most of the work inside and outside the manor, and is determined to be the most perfect and restore the manor that Ye Ziyan's mother dreamed of. Zhou Min did not want to intervene in the framework of this early drawing, because Mrs. Ye only wanted the original Chu. Master design, if you add other people's instructions, Zhou Min thinks that it is not pure.

But that's the client's idea. For Zhou Min, she has taken so much, so there is no lack of this one. The more the manor is built, there will be more footprints and marks about her. For Ye Ziyan, maybe it is her mother's wish to finally complete, but over time, he will find that this The manor involved in his obsession has her footprints in every corner, and it is her intention to him.

It's not obvious yet, but in the end, it will become the client's most silent and introwed confession to Ye Ziyan!

"Okay! I agree. I'll go to the company right now. You prepare the contract." When Zhou Min was about to hang up the phone with a smile, Qin Hao suddenly whispered his name in the sound of the phone.

"Zhou Min..." Qin Hao's sudden call made Zhou Min's hand to hang up the phone.

"Is it worth it? How do you want to force yourself to be?" Qin Hao's voice on the phone became a little low, which made Zhou Min feel surprised.

"Qin Hao, what are you talking about?"

"You, didn't you sleep last night? Did you stand by the window all night? Did you cry again..." Qin Hao's words made Zhou Min's heart thump, and her tone couldn't help but feel cold.

"Qin Hao, this is my personal matter. As I said, if you like to spy on my private life or my gossip so much, I suggest you'd better let Xian. What I need is an assistant, do you know?" Zhou Min's words suddenly silenced the other end of the phone, and the quiet breathing came from the phone.

Just as Zhou Min's patience was about to run out, Qin Hao suddenly laughed on the phone and said cynically, "Director, I just sighed that you are now a pervert at work. As your assistant, I haven't had a weekend for seven years, and the holiday is even more hopeless. This year, I will add another one. Case, I can predict that in the next year, I will have less than four hours of rest every day, which squeezes me like this, isn't it? My salary needs to be quadrupled to be worthy of such a full-time and full-time assistant!"

"I know. You prepare the contract, and I'll be at the company later." Zhou Min hung up the phone and looked at the mobile phone with a black screen. She remembered the depressed mood on the phone when Qin Hao called his name. Zhou Min's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

He turned around and returned to the master bedroom from the window. Naturally, he did not find the figure hidden in the blue wail flower dressed in black and turned away.

Just as Zhou Min changed her clothes and left the apartment, Ye Ziyan, who had a split head after a hangover, woke up from her bed. Looking at the familiar environment and the clothes that had been simply cleaned up, he sat up, rubbed his head and frowned.

Ye Ziyan rarely makes himself so drunk, because the bad situation makes him always vigilant and will not make himself drunk. Only on the annual birthday, only in the "Paradise" pub, in the place of Moran, will he put down some precautions, because he knows that whenever he is drunk, Mo Ran will take care of him.

Ten years is like a day.

Ye Ziyan habitually wakes up every day every year and reaches out to the bedside table to get the bowl of sobering tea that must be there. When the cool and warm tea enters the throat, some tingling throat and swollen brain begin to operate normally.

I don't know where to get it. The corners of Ye Ziyan's mouth tingled slightly, which made him subconsciously touch his lips and felt the broken skin at the corners of his mouth, which made him slightly surprised.

A vague and chaotic picture suddenly flashed in his chaotic mind last night, which made his head ache. In his memory, he seemed to see a vague figure. Moreover, he looked at his suddenly spread out his hands in front of him and rubbed his fingertips. It seemed that there was a way to make himself Intoxicated with the tender and warm feeling.

In the air, there seemed to be a faint fragrance that people ignored, which confused him. Suddenly, the feeling of headache interrupted his recollection. Ye Ziyan couldn't help lifting the quilt and stood up with some unstable steps. When he walked to the bathroom, he suddenly turned around and looked at the mess in his big bed.

A confused picture, the entangled figure bumped into his mind from time to time, but disappeared in an instant. It seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, not knowing whether it was true or false. However, looking at his bed, Ye Ziyan shook his heavy brain, and some did not know whether it was a dream or real...

Ye Ziyan looked around his room and seemed to want to find a difference, but no, no, nothing...

There seemed to be a faint smell in the air. He didn't seem to know whether it was an illusion. Ye Ziyan couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows. He turned around and entered the bathroom. The water in the shower slipped from his body, and his dark hair stuck to his cheeks. Ye Ziyan put his hands on the wall of the bathroom, and his eyes were slightly empty and looked white. The porcelain wall.

"I don't regret it. If it's really hell, I can't pull you out, so I'll go in with you! Until..."

The sound of water kept ringing in my ears, but the familiar but blurred eyes flashed in my mind. The sound in my ears inexplicably made people feel like ironing the heart, but who is that person?!

Ye Ziyan suddenly turned off the shower, the water, and put it away. The dripping drops of hair were particularly clear in the bathroom, but Ye Ziyan's mind became more and more confused, and his heart suddenly became a little confused.

"Dingling..." The sound of the phone came from the bedroom. Ye Ziyan pulled off the bath towel around his waist, walked out, looked at the name of the letter R on the phone, and quickly picked it up.

"Wake up?!" Mo Ran's voice sounded from the phone.