CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

2Han Zhiyu, who was drinking tea with her head down, almost choked. She looked up and asked in confusion, "You want to hire me?"    

    

The madam lightly nodded her head and her gaze remained on her.    

    

"That's right. It is not that I want you to do a very difficult job, but to talk to me and relieve boredom. "    

    

"Madam, this. . . "    

    

The sudden request surprised Han Zhiyu and she naturally did not know how to respond.    

    

Madam elegantly picked up the teacup and took a sip. The smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more tranquil, "Little Yu, don't think too much. I purely feel that the two of us are quite compatible, so I just want you to accompany me more. "    

    

The other party seemed to have guessed Han Zhiyu's thoughts and comforted her at the right time.    

    

"Madam, you, where are your relatives?" Han Zhiyu mustered her courage and asked.    

    

Madam's expression paused, but quickly returned to normal. "My husband abandoned me and my son a long time ago. Now, my son basically works overseas all year round, so I am the only one left in the big villa. "    

    

Although the madam still had a faint smile on her face, Han Zhiyu could still hear loneliness and sadness from it.    

    

"Madam, I need to think about it. " Han Zhiyu pursed her lips and replied.    

    

Madam did not seem to be surprised. She drank another mouthful of flower tea and kindly replied, "This matter was originally rushed. It is also right to think about it properly. How about this, this is my call. Contact me once you've decided. "    

    

Madam took out a famous film box from her knitted coat and took out a piece of it and handed it to Han Zhiyu.    

    

Han Zhiyu respectfully received it and saw the words "Feng Xueqing" printed on it.    

    

At this time, the maid spoke to Feng Xueqing. "Madam, the wind is strong outside. You should go into the house and rest. "    

    

Feng Xueqing nodded her head and turned to Han Zhiyu, "Little Yu, stay and accompany me to dinner. "    

    

"No, there is no need. I better go back first or else I will not be able to make it on the last bus. "    

    

What Han Zhiyu said was true. There was only one bus that could pass through their town, and it usually ended at 7: 30.    

    

"You don't need to take the bus. After dinner, ask Aa Wei to send you back. "    

    

Seeing the other party so insistent, Han Zhiyu did not refuse and nodded in agreement.    

    

In the spacious hall, an antique dining table was filled with all kinds of sumptuous dishes.    

    

It made Han Zhiyu sigh again that it was really good to have money.    

    

"Little Yu, sit down. Just treat it as your own home. " Feng Xueqing gestured for her to take a seat.    

    

"Thank you, Madam. " Han Zhiyu nodded to express her gratitude and then sat down.    

    

Just as they were about to start eating, a maid came in with a bowl and walked to Feng Xueqing's side, "Madam, the medicine has already been stewed. You should drink it while it is hot. "    

    

Feng Xueqing carried it over and slowly drank it. When she handed the bowl back, she noticed Han Zhiyu's probing gaze.    

    

"I'm old now, so I have more problems with my body. Don't worry about me. You can eat whatever you want. "    

    

Thus, the two of them began to chat as they ate.    

    

But most of the topics were still on Han Zhiyu. It was nothing more than what she used to do. Why would she appear alone in a small town in Paris?    

    

Of course, Han Zhiyu would definitely not tell her the actual situation. She would just make up some random words to cover it up.    

    

Halfway through the meal, the living room's landline rang. The maid went over to answer the phone.    

    

In less than ten seconds, the maid turned her head and said to Feng Xueqing, "Madam, it is Young Master's number. "    

    

Feng Xueqing's eyes lit up and she immediately stood up and walked towards the direction of the phone. She picked up the receiver and her gaze was gentle as if water was about to drip out. "Yiran, it's me. "    

    

She did not know what the other side of the phone said. She smiled and replied. "I have already drunk the medicine. I did not forget. "    

    

Then, she quietly listened to the person's words. The corners of her mouth curled up into a warm smile.    

    

After about two minutes, she gently replied, "Alright, alright. I'll be careful, don't worry. "    

    

Then she added, "But you have to take good care of your own body. Don't think about working all day, understand?"    

    

Although this sentence carried a bit of sternness, if one listened carefully, one could still feel an infinite amount of concern.    

    

When Feng Xueqing returned to the dining table, she looked at Han Zhiyu apologetically and said, "Miss Han, I'm sorry. Let's continue eating. "    

    

Han Zhiyu did not mind and shook her head, "Madam is really lucky to have such a caring son. "    

    

"He is indeed a good child. " When the topic fell on her child, Feng Xueqing's eyes dimmed, "It is a pity that I made him suffer too much. "    

    

Because she did not know what happened, Han Zhiyu did not dare to rashly persuade him.    

    

On the contrary, it was Feng Xueqing. Look at me. I'm starting to say some disheartening things again. Miss Han, don't mind. Let's eat. "    

    

After dinner, Feng Xueqing insisted on sending Han Zhiyu to the door.    

    

When she saw that she was about to enter the car, she called out to stop her.    

    

"Madam, is there anything else?"    

    

Feng Xueqing walked over with a scarf and draped it over Han Zhiyu's body. She gently said, "It is cold at night. Don't catch a cold. "    

    

"Thank you, Madam. " Han Zhiyu gratefully combed her scarf.    

    

"Alright, be careful on the way. "    

    

When the black car drove past the courtyard, she could see Feng Xueqing still looking from the rearview mirror.    

    

Turning her head to look at the scarf on her shoulder, Han Zhiyu could not help but feel warm in her heart.    

    

In a foreign country. Having tasted the cold and warmth of human nature, this kind of unintentional care would always stir up a person's heart.    

    

Originally, she thought that the interaction between her and Feng Xueqing would only end that day when she returned the wallet to her.    

    

But she never thought that she would actually help her to such an extent.    

    

"Miss Han, our madam rarely takes the initiative to get close to people. It seems that she really feels that she is very compatible with you. "The bodyguard in the driver's seat suddenly opened his mouth and glanced at her from the rearview mirror in front of the car. "She originally planned to treat you to a meal the next day to thank you, but she knew that you were interviewing for work recently, so she did not disturb you. "    

    

Han Zhiyu looked at the scarf and paused. She moved her lips and said," Mr. Aa Wei, I. . . "    

    

" Miss Han, you can just call me Aa Wei, "Aa Wei interrupted Han Zhiyu.    

    

Han Zhiyu's hand, which was in her pocket, rubbed the thin edge of the business card and continued, "I naturally understand Madam's feelings. The problem lies with me. "    

    

Aa Wei tilted his head in confusion, "What difficulties does Miss Han have?"    

    

Han Zhiyu silently lowered her head as if she did not want to continue this topic. Aa Wei was also a perceptive person, so he naturally did not continue to ask.    

    

The carriage once again returned to a quiet atmosphere, until an hour later, the car stopped in front of Han Zhiyu's house.    

    

When she opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, Aa Wei's voice sounded again, "Miss Han, I hope you can think about Madam's suggestion again. "    

    

"I know. " Han Zhiyu nodded and watched the car disappear into the night.