CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Auntie Zhao saw Han Zhiyu removing the blanket and immediately put down the vacuum cleaner in her hand to help.    

"Madam, leave this to me. Breakfast is ready. Mr. Lu is downstairs waiting for you. "    

Han Zhiyu let go of her hand and walked out of the master bedroom to wash up.    

Auntie Zhao did not care about Han Zhiyu's coldness. During this period of time, she rarely saw Han Zhiyu smile.    

She always had a cold and indifferent look that kept people a thousand miles away.    

Although she had doubts in her heart, she was only a nanny. She should not ask what should be asked and what should not be asked. She still knew what she should do.    

She quickly removed the blanket and pillow.    

When the pillow was thrown onto the blanket, it paused for a moment. The piece he was holding seemed to be wet. He looked at the pillow. Without the pillow, a large portion of the rice pillow was open. It was much deeper than the dry rice color.    

How many tears had he shed to wet the pillow? He turned to look at the back of the mistress. Her petite body was covered in large house clothes, like a child wearing adult clothes.    

When she let go and walked out, she saw her red and swollen eyes. She thought that she had not slept well and had not thought about crying.    

She was an outsider and could see that Mr. Lu's financial situation was very good. The money he paid her was twice as much as others.    

He only asked her to take good care of the mistress, make her what she wanted to eat, and take good care of her daily life.    

Especially recently, he reminded her a lot, and also told her not to eat anything. He also reminded her to pay attention to which things were related to the mistress.    

Mr. Lu was like a good husband. So, more or less, she leaned towards Mr. Lu and spoke up for him.    

But looking at the drenched pillow in her hand, as a woman, she knew very well how sad a woman was to cry at night.    

"Sigh!"    

She sighed softly. Outsiders would never understand other people's stories.    

Auntie Zhao retracted her gaze and quickly sunburned the blanket and pillow. She then put the blanket and pillow covers into the washing machine. After she was done with her work, she saw that Han Zhiyu had already washed up and went downstairs.    

Auntie Zhao continued to tidy up the duplexes that were more than 150 square meters. When she was tidying up the study, she accidentally touched a bookshelf.    

She reached out to support the photo frame that almost fell down. When she put it away, Auntie Zhao looked at the person in the photo frame.    

It could be seen that it was the female owner who had just left. Her facial features did not change but the person in the photo had a sweet smile and a slightly plump figure. Her entire person looked tranquil and beautiful.    

Her face was full of happiness, and her eyes revealed her love for the photographer. The brilliant smile at the corner of her mouth showed how happy she had been at that time.    

But now, the hostess could no longer find such a smile on her face.    

What made such a beautiful woman with such a smile become like this. . .    

After a light sigh, Auntie Zhao once again threw herself into the cleaning.    

In the living room on the first floor.    

Hot dishes were placed all over the dining table of eight people. Every dish was what Han Zhiyu liked to eat.    

Han Zhiyu quietly sat on the chair and picked up the chopsticks to silently eat the dishes.    

Lu Yiran sat beside her and looked at Han Zhiyu who was eating quietly. Han Zhiyu was petite and sat on the chair. If she did not stand up, she would not be able to pick up the food that was placed further away from her.    

At the quiet dining table, the air seemed to freeze into a dead silence.    

There was no longer the gentle sound of Han Zhiyu acting spoiled and giving herself to him.    

He enjoyed the feeling of pampering her, and she enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by him.    

Not long ago, they were still so sweet. For him, she even planned to personally learn how to cook and wanted to be a good wife.    

At this time, looking at Han Zhiyu's cold little face and quiet appearance, her heart was empty.    

This woman had long seeped into the bits and pieces of his life and had already become something that he could not part with in his life.    

How could Han Zhiyu not have thought that Lu Yiran would think of it? They sat in the same position and silently ate the dishes in front of them.    

In the past, when she wanted to eat dishes that were far away, she would coyly command Lu Yiran.    

Hubby, I want this. . .    

Hubby, I want that. . .    

A man who often commanded others at home, was commanded by her.    

Han Zhiyu's chopsticks were about to reach for the ribs not far away, but she could not pick them up. . .    

She moved silently and turned to another direction. She directly picked the one in front of her and continued to eat in silence.    

The few dishes in front of Han Zhiyu were quickly finished halfway. The other dishes did not move at all.    

Lu Yiran sat silently at the side, but he kept paying attention to Han Zhiyu from the corner of his eye.    

When he noticed Han Zhiyu's little movements, the chopsticks automatically reached out and picked up a piece of rib bone and placed it in her bowl.    

Han Zhiyu had just eaten half of the Emerald Pill when she looked indifferently at the extra piece of rib bone in the bowl.    

Her eyes slowly turned red. . .    

She was too used to Lu Yiran pampering her and enjoying Lu Yiran pampering her too much. This habit had almost become a matter of course.    

The chewing action only paused for two or three times before continuing to silently chew.    

It was only when the bowl of rice was finished and most of the dishes in front of her were eaten and her stomach felt full that Han Zhiyu put down the remaining two bowls of rice.    

In the bowl, the rib that Lu Yiran had just picked up was placed in the bowl without moving.    

Lu Yiran's eyes sank and the veins on the back of his hand that was holding the chopsticks bulged. He looked at Han Zhiyu who wanted to get up and leave and said in a low but clear voice. "Wait. "    

"Director Lu, is there something else?" Han Zhiyu turned her head and looked at him in confusion.    

The word Director Lu was like the greatest insult to him. It reminded him of every single detail of his journey. It was just a dream.    

Lu Yiran's temple started to twitch.    

"Sit down and let's have a good talk. "    

"I thought we had a good talk last night. "    

When Han Zhiyu heard Han Zhiyu's cold and emotionless tone, her temple started to beat even more violently. Zhang Jun's face was extremely tense, as if he was trying his best to suppress his temper.    

Han Zhiyu looked at Lu Yiran who seemed to be holding back her anger and lowered her eyes, saying softly, "You are a man, and you are also a very outstanding man. There are many temptations around you, so it is normal that you can't control your lower body. "    

"Han Zhiyu, what are you talking about?!" Lu Yiran's eyes became cold. He gritted his teeth and said word by word.    

Since when did he have such an unbearable image in her heart? He had relied on his advantage to have a casual relationship with a woman.    

What made him even angrier was that she had actually erased all of his feelings for her.