CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

3She flipped page by page expressionlessly and pressed the phone's photo button.     3

    

Her movements were slow and there was no sign of panic.    

    

After finishing this matter, she put her phone away in her handbag and turned around to leave.    

    

The video stopped there.    

    

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, but no one dared to make a sound.    

    

Lu Yiran's voice broke the abnormal silence. "I will bear all the losses this time. Meeting adjourned!"    

    

He took all the responsibilities with one sentence, leaving everyone present speechless.    

    

Everyone walked out of the meeting room one after another. When they reached the elevator, discussions started to rise and fall.    

    

"A public execution is really scary. You said that Madam Lu is fine, why would she steal the company's information?"    

    

"You don't understand. Madam Lu was a typical example of hate because of love. Previously, the matter between our CEO Lu and the young mistress of Ai family was like a storm. If it was a woman, she wouldn't be able to take it. That's why Madam Lu had caused a ruckus in the company yesterday. She originally wanted to divorce Director Lu, but Director Lu refused. In a fit of anger, she did it. "    

    

" Hey, hey, hey, hey. Why don't Director Lu divorce? Isn't he in love with the young mistress of the Ai family?"    

    

"Who knows? Director Lu's thoughts have always been unpredictable. But this time, Madam Lu made such a foolish mistake. I think Director Lu will divorce her this time. "    

    

"Even if she doesn't divorce, she still wants to create trouble for herself. Tsk, tsk, tsk. This woman is so ruthless that she can really do anything. "    

    

. . .    

    

The sounds of discussions were incessant. Lee Feifei, who was standing behind, heard it and a trace of a cruel smile appeared on her cold and elegant face.    

    

She took out her phone and sent two words. "Success. . . "    

    

In the meeting room.    

    

Lu Yiran sat in the lonely room. He pressed the remote control in his hand and dragged the scene back to Han Zhiyu sitting alone in the office.    

    

He had never thought that Han Zhiyu would have such an expression on her face.    

    

It seemed that he had really broken her heart.    

    

In the past, he would often laugh at Han Bingjun for not knowing how to love. What was the difference between him and Han Bingjun now?    

    

Han Zhiyu's voice gradually echoed in his ears as she shouted at him, "Lu Yiran, I will do whatever it takes to divorce you. "    

    

It seemed that this was the method she had chosen, but he did not blame her.    

    

After all, it was his fault from the beginning. He was too domineering, domineering, and domineering.    

    

Relying on his love for Han Zhiyu, he did not care about it, but he did not stand on her side and think for her.    

    

That was why she used such a method to punish him.    

    

Slowly walking forward, Lu Yiran's hand caressed Han Zhiyu's lonely eyes.    

    

Zhiyu, are you willing to give me another chance to love you again?    

    

Lu Yiran, who had a strong and firm personality, left his first tear in his life.    

    

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Two months later, Paris.    

    

It was a sunny day. In a house near a small street, the front yard was filled with flowers and plants.    

    

Although the house was small, it was clean and tidy inside.    

    

A vase was placed on a small round wooden table near the window. The sunflower inside was blooming passionately.    

    

The kettle in the kitchen boiled the water and was crying out.    

    

Han Zhiyu, who was wearing an apron, quickly ran over and took the kettle off. She poured the water into the bottle of flower tea and then started to prepare breakfast. She wrapped the whole wheat bread with jam and a cup of milk.    

    

Han Zhiyu moved these things to the side of the small round wooden table and enjoyed the delicious food. She admired the beautiful scenery outside the window.    

    

The warm wind blew and lifted Han Zhiyu's soft hair.    

    

Her eyes fell on the flowers and grass in the yard, thinking about buying some weeding when she came back later.    

    

After eating breakfast, she packed up and put the sandwich that she prepared last night into her backpack. Han Zhiyu picked up the painting tools in the corner of the living room and went out.    

    

During this period of time, whenever she had time, she would go out and draw for others to earn some pocket money. Most of it was to pass the time.    

    

Walking to the plaza, she set up the drawing board as usual and waited for customers.    

    

If there were no customers, she would take out a book from her bag to read or draw the surrounding scenery.    

    

Time passed quickly, and it was noon. She would take out the prepared sandwich and eat it, continuing to enjoy a comfortable life on the warm and moving street.    

    

When there was no one in the square in the afternoon, she put away her painting tools and went home.    

    

When she passed the local small supermarket, she would bring some vegetables and fruits. Today, she also bought an extra herbicide.    

    

When she opened the door and entered, she was stunned when she saw the person sitting in the living room.    

    

"I'm here for a business trip, and I came to see you. " Hee Yuanze looked at her gently and replied.    

    

Han Zhiyu did not remember how many times he had been on a business trip. She carelessly waved the things in her hands. "Have you had dinner?"    

    

"Not yet. " Hee Yuanze replied shyly.    

    

Han Zhiyu did not say anything else. She put down the drawing board and took the things to the kitchen. She put on an apron and started to work.    

    

"I will help you. " Hee Yuanze rolled up his sleeves and came over.    

    

Hee Yuanze's hands were very pretty. When he helped wash the vegetables, his movements were very elegant.    

    

He washed very carefully and kept looking at Han Zhiyu who was at the side.    

    

This gentle and quiet woman had an unquenchable worry between her brows.    

    

This state was different from before.    

    

Previously, she had a melancholy expression between her brows, a deep and bottomless wound.    

    

However, at the same time, it made his heart ache when he saw it.    

    

Han Zhiyu was cutting the vegetables and cutting the vegetables when her thoughts shifted to other matters.    

    

Recently, there were fewer and fewer people in the square. The money earned every day was almost unable to sustain the expenses. It seemed that she had to find another job to earn money.    

    

Because he was too engrossed in his thoughts, his actions of cutting vegetables became chaotic.    

    

When her hand hurt, Han Zhiyu softly called out.    

    

She looked at her hand and saw that there was a bright red liquid flowing out from it.    

    

She stood there blankly and forgot about the reaction she should have.    

    

It was only when his wrist was grabbed and his index finger was placed into Hee Yuanze's lips that a warm feeling came from his index finger.    

    

Han Zhiyu reacted and felt a little heat behind her ears because of the sudden intimacy. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to pull her hand back.    

    

"I'm fine. "    

    

Hee Yuanze's hand did not pull out. He put his big hand on her wrist and stopped her from pulling it out. He stared at Han Zhiyu.    

    

Han Zhiyu felt uneasy when Hee Yuanze looked into the depths of her soul with his eyes that seemed to be able to see through her soul. He avoided his gaze that was too direct.    

    

He was a smart man. If she had any thoughts, he would understand them.    

    

Two months ago, he helped her escape from Lu Yiran's villa because he said, "The most dangerous place is the safest place. " She stayed in Paris.