Cheng Moyan danced absentmindedly with Zhou Yaxin, glancing over there from time to time.
The attentive Zhou Yaxin discovered it and was dissatisfied. She took Cheng Moyan around without leaving a trace, making him face that direction.
Cheng Moyan was very dissatisfied with Zhou Yaxin's actions. Whether it was related to him or not, he had always been in charge, including dancing at the moment. He was also used to letting his dance partners follow his footsteps, but Zhou Yaxin...
Zhou Yaxin didn't seem to feel Cheng Moyan's displeasure. She gently leaned her head on his chest and murmured, "Mo, do you still remember when my father passed away... It's been three years, and I don't know who he is.
How are you doing in Italy? I really want to...go and see him..." Zhou Yaxin said, with a slight cry in her voice, "I haven't visited him for a long time..."
Hearing her mentioning old naughty boy Zhou, Cheng Moyan suddenly felt a little impatient in his heart. Is she using him to suppress him? But after hearing her next words, the impatience in his heart turned into a deep sense of self-blame and guilt.
Guilt.
He returned to country E four years ago. Before that, he had been training himself in France. At that time, he was arrogant and unruly, and had just taken over the charm. He never thought that one day his subordinates would betray him and harm him.
Almost died under the enemy's sharp blade.
He clearly remembered that when the sharp blade stabbed him, it was Zhou Shiren, Zhou Yaxin's father who suddenly appeared and blocked the blade for him.
At that time, he was shocked. He never thought that this person with whom he only had a few business contacts would risk his life for him.
When his men came to clear out the enemy, he held Zhou Shiren's fallen body and asked blankly, "Why?"
Zhou Shiren stroked the hilt of the knife on his chest, ignoring the gurgling blood vomiting out of his mouth, and said to him angrily, "You... don't think too much, I just... just... happened to pass by and saw the knife swinging towards...
...You tried to push away...that person, but...damn it..."
Cheng Moyan was speechless for a moment. Although he knew that Zhou Shiren's character was a bit naughty, he never thought that he was so unreliable.
Zhou Shiren was so angry that he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. When he stopped to look at Cheng Moyan, his eyes were already a little hollow. He breathed weakly, not forgetting to explain his last words, "Cheng...Boss...I, Old Zhou, are going to...
I went, before I go... I have a request... ahem... I have a daughter... I hope... you will... help me take care of her..." Zhou Shiren left without finishing his words.
The way Cheng Moyan looked at him, he just wanted to exchange his life for it - he didn't want to, because he owed someone a favor, so let alone agree to his request.
Therefore, for the past four years, he has always taken good care of Zhou Yaxin, including her career. Whenever he had time, he would personally prepare it for her, as if he was half of her agent.
But he slowly discovered that Zhou Yaxin had feelings for him that he shouldn't have, and he only regarded her as a responsibility. Her feelings became a burden to him.
But, as Zhou Yaxin said, it is true that she has not visited Zhou Shiren for a long time. I think the old man who was smart but confused all his life also died because of him, and he has not visited him for a year.
He, I feel sorry for Zhou Shiren.
Also, I'm sorry Zhou Yaxin.
Thinking about it, Cheng Moyan moved his hand on Zhou Yaxin's waist, patted her back gently, and comforted her, "Whenever we have time, let's go see him."
"Yes." Zhou Yaxin leaned into his arms and nodded gently. From the corner of her eye, she saw a man carrying the woman away through his shoulder, and the corners of her lips raised slightly.
No matter who it is, don’t try to compete with her for Cheng Moyan!