What else are you looking at, haha... Rouyu must not be at home at this time. Zhihao looked at his watch, it was just past 3pm.
Now, the surprise can only be postponed to a later date, waking up Rouyu and himself at the same time. Zhihao's urgency to see Rouyu is stronger than ever.
Now, Rouyu is working as her president at the headquarters, so Zhihao can only work as the vice president at home.
Zhihao put down his small suitcase, changed his shoes, took off his long clothes, and his feet couldn't help but walk into Rouyu's bedroom, a very gentle attraction.
There is still that light pure scent, mellow fragrance, which makes Zhihao feel relaxed and happy.
On the pillow, a corner of the book was exposed. Is Sister Rouyu reading a book these days? Zhihao gently pulled it out. The title of the book, haha... I'm thinking of a good title. Let's call it "Urban Love".
This is a very good urban romance novel, non-toxic and harmless, suitable for all ages.
The fragrance of books, the faint fragrance of ink, mixed with the girl's pure frankincense, is exactly the scent of soft jade, which spreads to the book from the slender jade hands.
Zhihao opened it casually.
It's not that Zhihao is interested in this book. This is a book read by Rouyu's sister. Zhihao holds it in his hand and feels friendly.
In the book, a corner is exposed, which is a bookmark.
There was writing on the back of the bookmark. The delicate handwriting was written by Rouyu. When Zhihao read it, his face was calm and speechless.
"He has Yu'er in his heart, and he does not ignore Yu'er's existence. His reserve and self-discipline are to keep Yu'er pure. He likes Yu'er's purity. Respect comes from caring; caring comes from love...
…, I am afraid that my purity will no longer exist and my deep love will no longer exist.”
Zhihao read the elegant handwriting on this page at least three times. Every time he read it, he had a new feeling. Zhihao was speechless.
Zhihao could feel Rouyu's tenderness and delicacy from between the lines, the tender heart of a girl. Zhihao could read the omissions in the middle clearly, and Yu'er could even see clearly what he was thinking.
, if such a sister doesn’t love passionately, who else should she love?
Zhihao suddenly felt that he was full of vitality that he had never experienced before. The vitality was spreading, and Zhihao's heart, which had been calm for a while, suddenly became boiling.
Zhihao was not tired at all during the journey. Zhihao was very excited. When Rouyu came home from get off work in the evening, he would definitely give Rouyu a surprise.
Zhihao put down his small suitcase and started busy.
Shower, change clothes, then clean up the house, wipe all over the floor, the whole process takes less than an hour. Zhihao is full of energy, and thinks of what to do for Rouyu, and quickly goes downstairs, 30 minutes
After going upstairs, Zhihao put on his apron and entered the kitchen.
Yes, a brother who knows how to love his sister is a good brother.
When Rouyu came home from work, she saw Zhihao sitting at the dining table with a smile on his face, his apron still wrapped around him.
Zhihao blinked and came to Rouyu's side, took Rouyu's small bag and put it on the shoe cabinet, put the clothes on the hanger, took out the slippers and placed them at Rouyu's feet.
After tender and meticulous care, Zhihao looked at Rouyu, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, which was obviously different from the care and love in the past. Rouyu had never seen such eyes before, and it was far beyond his brother's.
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Rouyu's face turned slightly red, and she looked at Zhihao with a smile. Zhihao's warm and powerful arms slowly took Rouyu into his arms and said softly, "Yu'er, I miss you."
"Really...?" Rouyu's gentle voice was full of charm. She was halfway through speaking, but could no longer make any sound.
A minute later, Rouyu pushed Zhihao away and murmured softly, with a little bit of coquettish blame, "What's the matter? It's like this as soon as you enter the door!"
Zhihao still said the same thing, "Yu'er, I miss you."
A pair of eyes, affectionate and loving, passionate and persistent.
Rouyu's face was flushed, and she was still in Zhihao's arms. She had no choice but to hold Zhihao tightly and put her feet on Zhihao's body. Because just now, with Zhihao's strong hug, Rouyu's petite body had already lifted off the ground lightly.
Two slippers were scattered under my feet.
Zhihao smiled slightly and said, "Yu'er, shall we have dinner?"
Rouyu's smiling eyes could smile and talk. Zhihao had already read the message from Rouyu's eyes, "Isn't that right? Let's eat now?"
There may be other information, such as you have prepared the meal, right? Is Yuer going to cook now? Are you inviting me to a big dinner?
However, the subsequent information was quickly filtered out by Rouyu, who smelled the aroma coming from the dining table, which was the smell of food.
Zhihao smiled slightly and said, "Yu'er, please."
When Rouyu was gently placed on the chair by Zhihao, a pair of surprised eyes glanced at the dining table and then began to look at Zhihao. Her face was filled with unconcealable happiness, and she couldn't help but pull Zhihao with one hand.
ear, and kissed her face gently.
"Yu'er, dinner is ready. Welcome back, President Yu'er." Zhihao opened the red wine on the table.
"We should welcome Vice President Zhang back." Rouyu smiled, excited and quite happy, "Wash your hands, change clothes, and dinner is ready."
Zhihao hurriedly took the slippers over, Rouyu pulled them up, quickly went back to the house and changed into pajamas. He quickly washed his hands and came back. When he sat at the dining table, he saw Zhihao looking at Rouyu with a sad face and full of apologies.
In Zhihao's hand, there is a bouquet of flowers, magnolias. Zhihao's other hand is clumsily arranging the flowers and leaves.
The petals have shrunk and drooped down, and the leaves that should have been green are dark green, and the water seems to be overflowing.
Zhihao smiled apologetically, "I wanted to send you a bouquet of flowers, but after buying them, I went to buy vegetables, and they froze."
Rouyu smiled cheerfully, without any blame at all. On the contrary, she was full of loving appreciation for Zhihao's clumsy performance.
"It's such a cold day with ice and snow, how can the flowers not be frozen? Your heart is mine, thank you." Rouyu smiled, took the flowers that could no longer be called flowers from Zhihao's hand, and put them on the vase,
The petals had hung down softly, and Rouyu smiled again.
Hua'er was already like this, Zhihao's self-confidence was severely hit, and he whispered, "Yu'er, try my food."
The confidence that he had when he invited Rouyu to dinner just now is definitely no longer there. Zhihao even doubted whether his busy schedule would require Yuer to start all over again.
After Rouyu tasted each one, her smile was like a flower. Zhihao understood the kindness behind this flower-like smile, because Zhihao had already sensed from Rouyu's mouth shape when tasting that this was indeed not a delicious food.
The dinner continued harmoniously and happily.
Rou Yu's first toast was, "Welcome Vice President Zhang to return with great honor, and thank you for the elaborate dinner. Yu'er is very happy."
Zhihao's reply was quite honest, his words were plain but affectionate, "Yu'er has worked hard. I want to express Yu'er's care for me, and I also want to make Yu'er happy."
"Yu'er is very happy."
Zhihao saw that the soft jade was moistened with happiness and excitement. When he drank a cup, it was rosy, like a peach blossom blooming.
It was not an ideal meal. Zhihao and Rouyu ate very deliciously and drank a bottle of red wine. When the glasses and bowls were empty on the table, Rouyu smiled and said, "I can't stand up anymore."
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Zhihao smiled and said, "Me too."
Now, I can only go outside and take a walk, which is called digestion after cooking.
Zhihao took Rouyu's little hand and went downstairs to change clothes and shoes. Rouyu was as happy as there were so many more troubles.
There is already a strong Spring Festival atmosphere in the community, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
Rouyu took a breath of cold politeness, very refreshing, "I reviewed a few reports in the afternoon, and the president can finally take a vacation."
"Thank you, CEO." Zhihao said with a smile, "Is everyone in the company on holiday?"
"It's holiday. The president persisted until the end." Rouyu smiled, with a kind of professional pride, "How do you think we will spend the Spring Festival? We can have five full days."
"Five days." Zhihao smiled silently and thought to himself, "Maybe these five days are gone."
Seeing that Zhihao smiled but did not answer, Rouyu asked with a smile, "What, is Vice President Zhang planning to work overtime during the Spring Festival? According to the labor law, overtime during the Spring Festival is five times the salary."
Zhihao laughed, "So what if I work overtime? Then let me work overtime."
"No, you have to work overtime and Yu'er needs to accompany you." Rouyu rolled her eyes at Zhihao, "I need to rest for a few days. I'm exhausted these days."
Zhihao knows that as the end of the year approaches, there will be more and more things going on in the company. As the president, one can imagine how busy he is.
Zhihao thought thoughtfully and whispered, "Yu'er's busy schedule should come to an end."
"Are you giving Yu'er a holiday?" Rouyu smiled.
Firecrackers sounded sparsely, and Zhihao's thoughts jumped with the sound of firecrackers. The delicate handwriting on the back of the bookmark came alive in front of Zhihao's eyes. The bookmark was more like a message to himself, full of tenderness. Zhihao pulled Rou.
