CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

1Wang Ziyue saw Han Zhiyu and just as she stood up from her seat and was about to greet her, she saw that her expression was not good. She pulled her collar and directly rushed out in the direction of the main door.     2

    

She shouted in her heart that it was not good. She immediately picked up the phone and called Chen Tian, "Hello, Chen Tian, where are you now? I just saw that Zhiyu's condition was not quite right. I was afraid that something would happen to her. "    

    

"I'm at the entrance of your company right now. " Chen Tian's voice paused. He looked beside him and said, "Director Lu is beside me. "    

    

Lu Yiran, who was wearing a black suit, was standing there coldly. His handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament attracted the attention of many people.    

    

However, what attracted the most attention was the bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was incompatible with his cold and indifferent face.    

    

After Chen Tian hung up the phone, he carefully said, "Director Lu, the wife. . . "    

    

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lu Yiran's eyes brighten. He lifted his leg and walked forward.    

    

He had just taken a few steps when his footsteps paused. He frowned and stuffed the flower in his hand into Chen Tian's hand.    

    

Han Zhiyu, who was in a gloomy mood, lowered her head and quickened her pace. In a hurry, she bumped into a sturdy chest.    

    

"Sorry, I -" Han Zhiyu touched her aching forehead. As she apologized, she looked up. "Lu Yiran, why are you here?"    

    

Lu Yiran did not answer her question. His deep black eyes only stared at her face.    

    

He found that her eyes were red and he held back his tears.    

    

The button on his collar had been ripped off, and his hand was grabbing it in a sorry state.    

    

When his gaze shifted to his shoulder and saw the grey man's suit, his gaze turned cold, and his voice was filled with a solemn killing intent. "What happened?"    

    

"I want to go home. " Han Zhiyu pursed her lips and said.    

    

She was not in a good mood right now and naturally did not want to discuss this matter with him at the company's entrance.    

    

However, before she could take two steps, her wrist was grabbed by someone, and Lu Yiran's cold voice could be heard beside her ear. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. You should at least explain to me who the clothes are, right?"    

    

Han Zhiyu's eyes swept over and only then did she realize the reason why Lu Yiran suddenly got angry.    

    

It was just that his jealousy did not make her feel happy. Instead, it made her feel happy. "Lu Yiran, I will tell you when I go back. "    

    

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the strength on her wrist increase.    

    

Looking at Lu Yiran's ugly face, she could not help but cry out in pain. "Lu Yiran, it hurts!"    

    

Although he was extremely unhappy, seeing the frown on her fair little face made his heart ache.    

    

Just as he was about to speak, Bai suddenly stretched out a hand from the side and tightly gripped his wrist. A magnetic man's voice sounded, "Didn't you hear her screaming in pain?"    

    

Lu Yiran's eyes darkened. He turned his head and found Hee Yuanze standing beside him.    

    

His white shirt was tied up with his grey pants. He looked refined and gentle.    

    

Glancing at his clothes, Lu Yiran sneered. He didn't even need to think to know that the suit Han Zhiyu was wearing belonged to him.    

    

"Hee Yuanze, I didn't know you liked to meddle in other people's business. "    

    

"Han Zhiyu's business is not about meddling in other people's business. "    

    

Hee Yuanze smiled and looked directly into Lu Yiran's eyes, which were about to spit fire. Even Chen Tian, who was standing beside him, was sweating for his fearless behavior.    

    

"Can you repeat what you just said?!" Lu Yiran said that calmly, but those who knew him well knew that the angrier he was, the calmer he would be.    

    

Han Zhiyu saw the tense atmosphere between the two and quickly said to Lu Yiran, "Lu Yiran, I'm a little uncomfortable. Let's go back. "    

    

With just one sentence, she successfully pulled Lu Yiran's line of sight back.    

    

He stared at Han Zhiyu's slightly pale face for a while and then shook off Hee Yuanze's hand that was grabbing his wrist.    

    

He untied the buttons on the suit one by one.    

    

Han Zhiyu was wondering what he was doing when she saw him pull off the grey coat on her body and cover her with it without any explanation. She was only satisfied when her thin body was wrapped tightly.    

    

A warm feeling came from his coat.    

    

Because it was autumn, the wind on her face was a little cold but she could not feel any wind on her body except for her legs.    

    

She lowered her head and her legs tightened a little.    

    

"Cold? Who asked you to wear such short clothes!" Lu Yiran quickly noticed her small movements and spoke in a deep voice.    

    

Han Zhiyu,. . . ""    

    

How short was it? It was clearly already at the knee!    

    

She was too lazy to respond. Her body suddenly became light and she was carried by his waist. She strode towards the black Bentley on the side of the road.    

    

Chen Tian who was by the side also followed her. Han Zhiyu only then noticed the flowers in his hands.    

    

"Chen Tian, the flower in your hand -"    

    

"Ah, this is Lu -"    

    

"He bought it for Wang Ziyue. " Lu Yiran interrupted Chen Tian and turned to ask him, "Right?"    

    

Chen Tian held the bouquet of flowers and welcomed Lu Yiran's sharp eyes. He nodded and replied, "Yes, I was going to give it to her. "    

    

She had been looking forward to it, but now she smiled self-deprecatingly. She kindly reminded Chen Tian, "Then you can wait here. Ziyue will be out soon. "    

    

"Director Lu, I. . . " Chen Tian looked at Lu Yiran, a little embarrassed.    

    

"Just wait. " Lu Yiran continued to walk forward without looking at him.    

    

Han Zhiyu leaned against Lu Yiran's chest and looked at the man's cold and unpredictable expression.    

    

His profile was still handsome and his thin lips were tightly pursed with sharp lines. It was hard to say if he still cared about what happened just now.    

    

Walking to the front of the car, Han Zhiyu was placed in the front passenger seat.    

    

"Hello. " Once she was put down, she turned her head and said to him, "You. . . "    

    

"Bang!"    

    

The car door was immediately closed, as if afraid that she would run away.    

    

After Lu Yiran sat in the driver's seat, the black Bentley streaked across the road like an arrow leaving the bow.    

    

Chen Tian, who was holding the fresh flowers, stood on the spot with tears in his eyes.    

    

How could Director Lu feel embarrassed? He pushed the blame on himself.    

    

If Chief Lu and the flowers were not compatible, then his wheat colored muscles were even less compatible!    

    

But since Director Lu had given the order, he could not throw the flowers away before leaving.    

    

Just as Chen Tian was feeling extremely depressed, Hee Yuanze, who was standing at the back, fixed his gaze on the black Bentley until it disappeared without a trace.    

    

He picked up the grey jacket on the ground and patted the dust off it.    

    

His usually gentle eyes revealed a sharp glint.    

    

"So Lu Yiran also had that expression. "    

    

He murmured, and the curve of his mouth slowly widened.    

    

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