My President, Turn the Lights Off

Meet him again

Golden Age Hotel.

Qiao Weiyi was wearing a blue hoodie that covered half of her face. She frowned as she walked out of the hotel lobby towards the revolving door.

Outside the revolving door, a limited-edition black Bentley was parked quietly. The driver opened the door and a long leg, tightly wrapped in a pair of trousers, stretched out.

Zhang Shiyan elegantly got off the car while the driver stood by the side and said respectfully: "Chairman, Young Noble Zhou is in room 7012."

"Well, find a coffee shop and pick me up in an hour."

Zhang Shiyan nodded, tidied up the sleeves of his suit, and slowly walked up the stairs.

Just as he walked to the front of the revolving door, a beautiful figure walked out from the door, Zhang Shiyan turned his body slightly to avoid colliding with the other party.

Qiao Weiyi lowered her head as she thought about something. She inadvertently raised her head and saw that the left side of the tall and handsome man was actually Zhang Shiyan, who had been stuck in a nightmare for the past few years. She subconsciously took two steps to the left.

Zhang Shiyan indifferently glanced at the woman who brushed past him, and was suddenly attracted by the familiar back view. In the next second, he saw that she was about to fall down, and reflexively wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her embrace —

His forehead hit his warm chest.

Qiao Weiyi, who was in shock, grabbed onto his suit jacket with both hands and gently pulled, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath. Following his body moving, her lips pasted on his shirt just like that …

"It's you."

Zhang Shiyan looked at Qiao Weiyi's face and recognized her as the woman from the kindergarten.

Qiao Weiyi took a deep breath, pretended not to see the lips mark her shirt, and revealed a polite and distant smile, "It's me, Mr. Zhang."

"Thank you for what you did just now."

Qiao Weiyi thanked Zhang Shiyan and Zhang Shiyan slightly nodded as she looked at him politely.

Qiao Weiyi frowned, "I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first. Mr. Zhang, you're busy."

"Alright."

Zhang Shiyan replied. Seeing the woman who had the most familiar back to him pass by, his finger at his side trembled.

Wish I could... He reached out and grabbed her arm, just like he had begged her to stay.

Closing his eyes, Zhang Shiyan's lips curled up into a bitter smile.

Unfortunately, this person wasn't her.

Qiao Weiyi parked her car opposite of the Golden Age Hotel and sat quietly on the driver's seat, staring unblinkingly at the hotel's revolving door.

The movement of Zhang Shiyan's finger just now did not escape her eyes.

Back then, he did this more than once, wanting to hold her hand to stop her from finding that man. However, she had always been stubborn and did not give him any response.

Would the appearance of a woman with a similar background be able to stir the memories in his heart?

Why was he so stubborn?

She had been hiding for five years, so why was he unwilling to let her go?

After staying in the carriage quietly for an hour, Qiao Weiyi faintly heard some noise coming from outside of Golden Age Hotel, and she realized that some big shot had came out.

"Chairman Zhang, may I ask if you came out of the hotel so late at night because you met someone in the hotel?"

"Boss Zhang, may I ask if you are here to meet your lover?"

"Mr. Zhang, can you reveal your sexual orientation? "You've never married. Do you like men?"

Wait!

Chairman Zhang?

Upon hearing this form of address, the eyes of the drowsy Qiao Weiyi lit up!