CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

1The injuries in Hee Yuanze's eyes were fleeting as he was pushed away, but they were quickly hidden in the depths of his eyes.    

    

He saw Han Zhiyu looking at him apologetically. He could only smile bitterly. "Zhiyu, is it because of Lu Yiran?"    

    

Lu Yiran, a man between the two of them.    

    

In fact, during these two months of being together, his relationship with Han Zhiyu had made their relationship closer. He also believed that compared to Lu Yiran, he could bring Han Zhiyu true happiness.    

    

Han Zhiyu's expression changed uncontrollably, as if she had been seen through.    

    

The panic in her eyes could not be hidden.    

    

Hee Yuanze's heart sank.    

    

He was just trying to figure it out, but he did not think that it really had something to do with Lu Yiran.    

    

Unexpectedly, Han Zhiyu's expression hurt his heart.    

    

He had always thought that Han Zhiyu should have forgotten about Lu Yiran since two months ago.    

    

"No, it's not because of him. "    

    

Han Zhiyu shook her head and tried to deny it. "I have no feelings for him since a long time ago. "    

    

While she was panicking, Han Zhiyu had already sorted out her emotions and tried her best to make her face look normal.    

    

In fact, she did not have any feelings for Lu Yiran.    

    

No love, no hate. That was it.    

    

She didn't know whether he was explaining it to Hee Yuanze or convincing her.    

    

Seeing that Han Zhiyu was eager to make it clear, Hee Yuanze didn't let out a sigh of relief. He only felt that his heart was heavier.    

    

Zhiyu, do you know that what you are saying right now is more like trying to cover it up?    

    

"I believe you, and I also believe that one day you will accept me. "    

    

With a faint smile, he finally saw Han Zhiyu making things difficult for him.    

    

Han Zhiyu looked up. Under the light, Hee Yuanze still had a warm smile on his face as usual, which made her feel at ease.    

    

She had just come to Paris and was unfamiliar with the place. Han Zhiyu originally wanted to let her live in the apartment she had found.    

    

But Han Zhiyu insisted on living in this town far away from the downtown area. Hee Yuanze did not force her and agreed.    

    

He was worried that Han Zhiyu would be afraid. In the first week, he basically stayed in the hotel in the small town.    

    

Every day, he would come to her small house on time to accompany her to the square to draw. Then, he would go to the supermarket to pick ingredients. They would eat together at night and sit in the small courtyard in front of the small house to watch the stars.    

    

It was only until the night was as dark as water that he drove away without an excuse to stay.    

    

It was only after Han Zhiyu's strong request that he returned to the country. Then, he would come to see her again every week.    

    

Han Zhiyu had always been grateful for Hee Yuanze's good intentions.    

    

Han Zhiyu also understood his intentions. But before she tidied herself up, she was unable to respond to him, so she kept avoiding him like an ostrich.    

    

However, Hee Yuanze was very patient. Every time he gave her the same answer as today, "Zhiyu, I believe that one day you will accept me. "    

    

His thoughts were suddenly pulled back by the warmth on his feet. It turned out that it was Hee Yuanze who grabbed her exposed ankle and covered it under the blanket.    

    

This time Han Zhiyu did not dodge. Her wet black eyes stared at him. "Thank you. "    

    

After Hee Yuanze put her foot in, he did not stop for a moment and took it out. His heart was sad because of Han Zhiyu's overreaction just now, but at this moment, it jumped again because of her refusal.    

    

"Yes, it's late. You should rest early. " Hee Yuanze looked at her warmly and wrapped a strand of hair behind her ear.    

    

"Are you coming back tomorrow?" Han Zhiyu, who was lying on the sofa, asked gently.    

    

"I'm flying tonight. I'll go to the airport later. " Hee Yuanze looked at her fair face under the warm light and his heart softened.    

    

At that moment, he really wanted to hear this little woman say that she could keep him here.    

    

Han Zhiyu's lips moved, and in the end, she only replied, "See you next time. "    

    

The simple four words broke the warm scene in front of him and made Hee Yuanze realize reality once again.    

    

He smiled bitterly and helplessly replied, "See you next time. "    

    

Then he got up, picked up the coat on the rack, walked to the door, opened the door and walked into the night.    

    

For a moment, the room returned to silence, and only the sound of insects outside the window could be heard.    

    

The soft rustling stirred Han Zhiyu's already chaotic thoughts.    

    

From Hee Yuanze's eyes just now, she could clearly read his wishes, but in the end, she only replied with those three words.    

    

It wasn't that she couldn't understand Hee Yuanze's disappointment.    

    

In fact, when she saw his lonely back as he left, Han Zhiyu wanted to rush forward and give him a hug for a moment.    

    

But she forcefully stopped her impulse.    

    

She could not give Hee Yuanze hope before she tidied up her feelings. That would not be fair to him.    

    

"Is it because of Lu Yiran?"    

    

In a trance, these words entered her mind again.    

    

She thought that in these two months, she had completely forgotten about that man. But only at that moment did she realize that she was wrong to the extreme.    

    

His hug, his arms, his touch, even his voice was deeply engraved in her soul, so much so that it resurfaced in her mind in her midnight dream.    

    

She pushed the blanket away and walked barefooted towards the painting rack in the corner of the living room.    

    

She slowly took out a self-portrait from inside.    

    

It was clearly the side of a man's face. The facial features carved by the knife were distinct. The cold and hard lower jaw lines showed the aura of a man, and the deep look in his eyes added to his handsomeness. This was a face that could move one's heart just by looking at it.    

    

Han Zhiyu's hand gently rubbed it. This was the first week she came to Paris. She drew it when it was late at night when people were thinking about it like the tide.    

    

After she finished painting that night, she was shocked to find that this man's face was deeply engraved in her mind.    

    

Every part of his skin, every part of his skin felt like it was touching, and every part of his body was clear and distinct.    

    

At that moment, she was afraid and hid the painting in the innermost part of the painting rack.    

    

Until today, this was the second time she had seen it.    

    

Silent tears fell on the painting, the water splashed and slowly dyed the lines on the painting. . .    

    

Han Zhiyu, you have already started a new life. You should not immerse yourself in the emotions of the past.    

    

Only in this way can you fearlessly walk forward!    

    

His heart was once again wrapped in hard ice.    

    

In the silent night, the sound of "Hua La" could be heard without end.    

    

The painting in his hand finally turned into snowflakes and gradually fell to the ground. . .