Chapter 228

The Scheming President Who Cannot be Loved (P 12)

"Zhou Min, put away your heartache and pity, put away your self-righteous understanding... I don't need it! You think you know me, but all you know is the former me. After my mother's death, I have not been the former me for a long time. Don't judge the current me by the previous self-esteem. Moreover, I have clearly reminded you before, don't fall in love with me! You still haven't heard it... Now that you're awake, leave me!"

Ye Ziyan's anger and coldness made Zhou Min's heart ache, but Ye Ziyan had already brushed her sleeves, and the bowl of tomato and egg noodles on the table had not been touched.

Bang--

Zhou Min woke up with the sound of the door closing. Looking at a messy but exquisite breakfast and the extremely plain bowl of tomato and egg noodles in the exquisite breakfast, Zhou Min couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Silently clean up everything and clean up the breakfasts of many different dishes. After pouring it out, Zhou Min covered the bowl of tomato and egg noodles on the table with another bowl, and then put it in the seat where Ye Ziyan was sitting with boiling water.

Look around, tidy up the kitchen, pick up the messy breakfast, then carry the bag and leave...

When the huge villa returned to quiet again, when the sound of Zhou Min closing the door sounded, Ye Ziyan stood behind the curtain of the main bedroom floating window on the second floor. His eyes were very complicated and looked at Zhou Min carrying plastic bags with many lunch boxes in one hand, and his back with some difficulties in leaving, with a complicated look.

I was more depressed than in the morning. After changing my clothes and preparing to go to the company, I continued the meeting in the office that was stopped by myself in the morning. When I went downstairs, when Ye Ziyan usually tidied up his tie and sleeves, the corners of his eyes couldn't help sweeping to the position of the dining room, which had already been cleaned up.

However, on the huge maple white table, there is only a bowl of porcelain bowls that have been carefully treated and kept warm, which is particularly attention.

Ye Ziyan stopped inexplicably after he went downstairs, and his eyes fell on the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that he had never eaten or even seen since his mother's death. He couldn't help turning around and walking over subconsciously.

Open the chair, sit on it, open the other bowl covered with the noodle bowl with one hand, and take the bowl with tomato and egg noodles out of the thermos pot full of hot water and put it on the table.

It has been 16 years, more than 5,000 days, more than 100,000 hours, he is about to forget the taste, that has a home, a warm taste that makes him miss every time.

When Ye Ziyan subconsciously reached for the chopsticks placed next to him, he happened to see the note left by Zhou Min, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Happy birthday, Brother Ye."

The handwriting is very similar to my own. When I was a child, I held Zhou Min's hand and taught it by myself, because Zhou Min's handwriting was so ugly that he couldn't look directly at it.

Even because of her handwriting, she was invited by her parents. The Zhou family did not lack tutors. However, I don't know whether the girl who was born on the same day of the same year as herself really had a bad relationship with writing. Obviously, she was smart to learn everything else and could make inferences from it. Only writing, which made people can't bear to look directly.

Even after leaving more than many old professors' tutors, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou were completely convinced of Zhou Min. However, later, Zhou Min didn't know why she had to pester him and asked him to teach her. Even in order to let him teach her how to write, when she celebrated her birthday with her at the age of nine, Xuyuan said that she wanted to be the three of her. Teacher Yue.

This is the only birthday gift and wish she wants.

It seemed to be the only thing she asked herself to do, because it was a birthday wish and because of his mother's love for Zhou Min, he had no choice but to start to be the girl's teacher for three months.

But in those three months, I really saw the miracle that my brain and hands were not on the same channel. He had a good education and went crazy every time he wanted to teach her to write!

In the last month, he even began to find various excuses to escape. She didn't want to make him crazy, but she still had an innocent face. At this time, she didn't know that she was challenging the limit of his patience.

He extremely doesn't like the feeling of not being controlled by himself, just like now. Every time he gets along with her, he has an indescribable sense of irritability.

In particular, after his mother's death, looking at her eyes at him, he always felt that there was sympathy and pity for him, which he absolutely did not want. Later, it gradually turned into a foolishness that he wanted to hide but could not hide!

Everything made him irritable and even annoying, but I don't know why. He didn't like this feeling, so when he was fifteen years old, he left and went to Country M alone. The most important thing was for his own plan, but more importantly, he didn't want to have contact with her.

After returning to China, she seemed to be quieter than before, but she seemed to have learned a lot when she didn't know it. I remember that she once said that she wanted to study medicine, but in the end she chose garden design, and the stupidity in her eyes became more serious.

She has the best upbringing and gentleness among the young ladies of the family, gentle and quiet, like a stream flowing through mountains and rivers, quiet and distant, gentle and slow, but the feeling he wanted, or the feeling that his mother told him, he did not feel it in Zhou Min, but Mu Rou could give him the feeling of heart beating rapidly.

Let him want to catch the feeling of his mother's heart beating! The most important thing is that there is no such suffocating look of forgiveness, sympathy and pity.

In the past six years, he seems to be about to forget his birthday. It seems that since his mother's death, no one remembers his birthday. Once, he himself will forget it.

No! Ye Ziyan suddenly remembered that at midnight when his birthday came every year, the sound of the mobile phone ringing on time and the birthday greeting like an alarm clock on time once made him wonder whether Zhou Min had set up the setting of automatic and on-time delivery.

Yes, yesterday, the mobile phone didn't sound. The person who should have texted him at the same time was drunk.

Looking down at the note in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but be held in his hand. He turned his head and looked at the tomato and egg noodles in front of him. Ye Ziyan's eyes were full of sadness and rememorce, as well as nostalgia and heavy guilt.

Finally, I don't know what I thought. They all turned into a wry smile and got up and left, but the note was forgotten by Ye Ziyan or deliberately put it into his suit pocket and turned away.

Today is the first time he was late for work in six years...

Today is also her birthday... He, I know.

When Ye Ziyan held the steering wheel in one hand, he couldn't help but put the other hand in his pocket and touched the note. In his mind, he clearly and rationally analyzed all the work to be done today, and how to get the greatest benefit from the partner company and get the best bargaining chip.

However, the heart is not as calm and clear and rational as in his mind, but doubts and irritability. The handwriting, which is similar to him, is not difficult for others to imitate his own handwriting, but for a person who has not found a feeling of writing since he was a child. No matter how much he practiced, he can't write well. Say, it's not just as simple as hard practice!

After two months of teaching, did she already know her habit of writing?

Thinking of the words she said drunkenly in front of her last night, Ye Ziyan's hand holding the steering wheel couldn't help but tighten!

"Zhou Min, what kind of person are you? What exactly do you want?" Ye Ziyan whispered in a low voice.