Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 22 Unrequited Love After Seven Years

Zhang Cheng entangled with the driver for a long time, and the driver drove away cursing.

Song Yanchu's face was quite embarrassed, and she didn't understand what Zhou Hao meant. Are you worried that she won't go home?
Facing Song Yanchu, Zhang Cheng put on a gentle smile, "Madam, wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll drive over here."

Song Yanchu nodded, the sun was westward, the summer evening was slanting, and the light was sufficient, even more dazzling than in the morning.

It is estimated that dinner will be prepared when I get home, and Zhou Hao probably won't come back to eat, so she simply cooks a bowl of noodles and eats it.Song Yanchu was so bored, Zhang Cheng had already driven the company car to the side of the road, Song Yanchu sighed and got into the car.

In the evening, Song Yanchu waited in the living room until eleven o'clock and didn't see Zhou Hao coming home. She hesitated whether to call and ask, but hesitated again when she pressed the dial button. She seemed to have no reason to care whether he came home or not.

At 11:30, Song Yanchu turned off the light in the living room, leaving only a faint doorway light, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was about the same time as usual, around a quarter past seven.She turned over hugging the quilt, not knowing what to do when she got up, now she doesn't have to get up early every day to deal with the company's affairs, her company has gone bankrupt.

Song Yanchu looked at the off-white curtains in front of the window in a daze, and couldn't help but think about that unanswered question.

Why did Zhou Hao help her, why did he marry her.

do you like it?
How could he still like her when she treated him like that in high school.Song Yanchu put herself in another place and thought, recalling the twisted and youthful time in high school, she was unwilling to recall, and even avoided herself at that time.

At that time, she was really bad to Zhou Hao, so bad that if she were Zhou Hao, she would probably hate herself for the rest of her life.

Song Yanchu pursed her soft lips, and hugged the air conditioner a little tighter.

She is a realistic person, and she doesn't believe in Mary Sue's plot, nor do she believe in the love stories written in the diary in high school.

People who like it will still like it when they are 80 years old.

She didn't believe that an unrequited love could survive seven years.

Nearly eight o'clock, Song Yanchu came out of the guest room after washing, and saw a simple sandwich on the dining table, her pupils froze and her expression froze.

It was still yesterday's round plate, with a simple sandwich, triangular, toast on both sides, half an egg, raw tomato slices, vegetables and ham sandwiched in the middle, the edge of the plate was clean, pure and spotless.

Song Yanchu picked up the plate, and there was a post-it note under the plate.

"Breakfast, go to work."

Song Yanchu picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It tasted delicious. She didn't even know when Zhou Hao would come back.

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Last night, after Zhou Hao finished dealing with the pile of business affairs, the hour hand on the desk was almost at twelve o'clock. He loosened his tie and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

He wanted to pack up his things and go home, Shen Zhiliang called the fifth call on his mobile phone.

"Zhou Hao, are you a brother? Brothers don't come for birthdays. There is still half an hour. Where are you?"

"I'm at the company."

"Come here quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Shen Zhiliang's 26th birthday was at a private club, and most of the attendees were his friends and some beautiful girls, many of whom were female artists in the entertainment industry.

As soon as Zhou Hao entered the box, Shen Zhiliang fined him three cups of Wesky.

It was two o'clock in the morning, Shen Zhiliang arranged a room, called a pure and beautiful little girl over, and introduced ambiguously, "This is our company's newly signed female artist, Song Tiantian, and I plan to give it a prize in the second half of the year. What does Mr. Zhou think?" Sample."

(End of this chapter)