Depressed wife runs with the ball

Ji Yan quickly led him to his office and explained, "Yueyue has taken a leave of absence today. Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, she will definitely personally handle Xinghui's projects in the future."

Zhou Xingzhi paid no attention and sat in Ji Yan's office, chatting with Lao Jia and the others. Ten minutes later, he left the office. Ji Yan, Lao Jia, and Zhang Jianing stood at the door to see him off until his car disappeared through the gates of the Creative Park.

On the way back to Xinghui, he played with the mobile phone in his hand, his eyes dim, and kept repeating in his mind the name Ji Yan had just called her: Yueyue. It seemed that Guo Tongchu, whom he met downstairs that day, also called her that.

Su Weikai sent him a message from Xie Yanzhou and asked in passing, "You are not really attracted to that woman, but you want to help her, right?" He did not respond.

After seeing Zhou Xingzhi off, Ji Yan called Chu Yue. Chu Yue was sleeping in the closet in the cloakroom, staring at the ringing phone, unable to understand what she had done wrong to be treated like this by her biological parents.

Still lacking the courage to answer the phone, she closed the closet door and drifted off to sleep. As the sky darkened, she awoke from her slumber. She showered in the bathroom, changed into pajamas, put on an apron, and took her palette to the living room to paint. The portable TV played Crayon Shin-chan cartoons, and a constant stream of sounds filled the air. She was no longer alone in this house.

I called Ji Yan back and he answered quickly, asking worriedly, "Yueyue, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just a common cold." As she said this, she subconsciously pressed the right corner of her mouth with her left thumb, which was her usual action when she lied.

"That's good. Zhou Xingzhi visited the office today and asked about you specifically." Ji Yan was still in the office, discussing the bidding with Uncle Jia.

She remembered that she had warned him before that if anything went wrong, she should consult the project manager. Asking him now, did it mean that if the bid was successful, she would be responsible for the design of Xinghui's graphic ads for the next three years?

She consoled herself, thinking it was just the bidding phase, not the signing of a contract. A call rang in her phone, and she hurriedly hung up on Ji Yan before answering the phone. It was from the property security department.

"Miss Chu, there's someone here who says he's looking for you. Do you know him?" The security guard's voice was filled with impatience.

Those who know her know that she doesn't like socializing and needs her own space, so no one would come to her place. She responded coldly: "I don't know him."

The old man in the security room hung up the phone, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Xingzhi who was bending over and peeking in from outside the courtyard. He continued to hold the newspaper, turned on his recorder, and leisurely drank tea and read the newspaper.

"Hey, young man, you're not the one chasing girls like this. You even run to her doorstep." The old man sneered at his behavior.

Zhou Xingzhi was frustrated and felt a little embarrassed, so he had to call Chu Yue.

"I'm downstairs at your house." He said coldly when he heard her answer the phone.

"I'm taking a leave today. Please contact Ji Yan for official business." I don't know what's wrong with this party A.

"I'm looking for you. I have something to tell you about Xie Yanzhou."

Hearing him mention Xie Yanzhou, she was stunned, and then replied: "Wait a minute."

She tied her apron tightly, put on a small coat, changed her shoes at the entrance, trotted downstairs, and said to the old man at the security guard at the door, "Excuse me, uncle, I'm here to pick someone up."

The old man opened the gate of the residential complex for him and complained, "Young couples quarrel like they're just joking nowadays."

Neither of them explained. Zhou Xingzhi carried a paper bag, and Chu Yue walked in front to lead the way. I gave him a heads-up in advance, saying, "The house might be a little messy, don't mind."

He looked behind her and observed her carefully. She was wearing a denim jacket, a bow tied around her waist, a purple skirt, and white slippers. It was a bit hot to wear such clothes in this weather.

After pressing the fingerprint lock and pushing the door open, she stood at the entrance and looked at his leather shoes. She said awkwardly, "Well, why don't you just wear your shoes and come in. I don't have any extra slippers here."

Only then did Zhou Xingzhi see clearly that she was wearing an apron under her coat. "Sorry, I was rude." He apologized to her and glanced at the living room. There was indeed a lot of things, such as the easel, TV, paints, bookcases, paintings on the wall, and green plants.

He took the paper bag to the dining table. It was a round table with only two stools. It seemed no one else had been here before. "Haven't you eaten yet? I packed some food from the restaurant. I wonder if it suits your taste."

Come to think of it, it seemed like she hadn't eaten anything all day. He said that, and she felt really hungry. She looked at the lunch box he took out of the paper bag and swallowed.

Zhou Xingzhi sat down, stared at her, motioned her to sit down, and handed her chopsticks.

"Thank you." Although she was in her own home, Chu Yue felt a little reserved. She had never eaten with strangers in this small house before. However, she was soon attracted by the steaming food in the lunch box and started eating.

The way she ate this time was different from the last time she ate in the office, and she obviously had a much better appetite.

"The dishes Auntie sent you are not to your taste?" He observed the way she picked up the food, noting her favorite dishes.

She was a little confused at first, unable to recall which aunt had brought her food, but then she remembered the meal she had eaten in his office while working overtime on the weekend. "No."

The hair on her back always fell to the front, so she put down her chopsticks, walked into the room, tied it up with a hairband, and closed the bedroom door when she came out.

After dinner, Zhou Xingzhi looked at her drawings in the living room, where Crayon Shin-chan was still playing on TV. The living room wasn't very big, and there were a lot of things placed there. He didn't dare wander around in his leather shoes, so he just stood in front of the corkboard wall. There were her drawings, as well as some photos of her from college, high school, middle school, graduate school, and two elderly people, probably her grandparents.

"Shall I make you some tea? I have tangerine peel white tea and Liubao tea here. What would you like to drink?" Chu Yue asked as he cleaned up the leftovers on the table.

"Bai Cha, thank you." His eyes were still on those photos. Her high school life seemed to be very short, and there were only a few photos. One was a group photo with female classmates when she enrolled. She still had some baby fat on her face, her hair was not as long as it is now, and she was wearing a school uniform. It seemed that she was not very familiar with her classmates.

There's also a solo photo of her in the classroom, taken close up. I don't know who took the photo, but she has a nice smile and seems to be packing up.

When she entered college, she was noticeably younger than everyone around her, needing to stand on tiptoe to see the students next to her, still wearing the same high school uniform. By graduate school, she was a slender young woman, dressed in her graduation gown. Everyone was tossing their hats, but she was the only one who turned her head to look at another boy. His eyes dimmed, and he quickly turned from the photo to the one of her and her grandparents.

She must have been only a few years old at that time, carrying a basket with a few colored stones in it. Her grandmother was sitting on a chair drawing, and her grandfather was watching her from behind. She was squatting in front, holding her chin, looking at the people in front taking pictures of them.

There were also many watercolor paintings pinned to it: street scenes, ancient towns, people, colleagues from the office, flowers and plants, seascapes, landscapes... and Guo Tongchu. He pursed his lips, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhou, have some tea." Chu Yue returned to the restaurant and sat down, inviting him to come over for tea.

"Why are there no photos of your parents on the wall?" He asked casually as he walked from the living room to the dining room.

Chu Yue's hand trembled as she poured the tea, spilling it onto the table. She took a deep breath, put down the teapot, and went to the kitchen to get a clean rag to wipe it clean. She responded from the kitchen, "Uh, they don't like taking pictures."

Zhou Xingzhi didn't ask any further questions, instead sipping the tea from the cup. The tea was smooth and delicate, with a soft, mellow taste and a hint of tangerine peel. It must be Shoumei white tea that had been aged for over five years.

"Mr. Zhou seemed to have mentioned..."

"Thank you Yanzhou." He reminded.

Chu Yue sat opposite him and nodded. Yes, Xie Yanzhou, she seemed to have poked him.

"Do you know him?" Chu Yue was still frightened when he mentioned this person.

"just met."

She looked at the 1.80-meter-tall man with some caution, observing if there was anything she could hold that could give him a fatal blow.