Eighty-Eight The Love Buried by Time (Eighty-Eight)

On the other side.

Yu Zeyao had just returned to the hotel after a morning run - today was the last day of the trip, and he was much more relaxed than the previous two days. As soon as he arrived at the room, Mo Huan was already there.

"Good morning, Zeyao." Seeing him, Mo Huan stood up and smiled at him.

Yu Zeyao just looked at Zhuang Yan beside him with a deep gaze. Zhuang Yan took a step back guiltily and did not meet his eyes - it was obvious that he had invited people in without authorization.

"Why so early?" Yu Zeyao asked Mo Huan, "Is there something?"

"Is it a big deal to send you breakfast?" Mo Huan pushed out the dining cart. Some of the accompanying people wanted to take out the meals one by one, but Mo Huan waved his hand and refused, and did everything himself.

"Thank you. You eat first, I'll take a shower." Yu Zeyao maintained a gentlemanly attitude.

After nodding to Mo Huan, he walked into the bathroom alone.

Mo Huan looked at the back, feeling a little disappointed. He didn't seem to have changed, and he still maintained his past attitude towards himself, gentlemanly and polite. But, it seems to be very different. This kind of gentleman seems to be more distant than before.

She couldn't see through this man's mind originally, and now it seems even more difficult to judge.

Mo Huan looked at Zhuang Yan, "Does your husband like someone recently?"

Zhuang Yan's heart 'clicked' when he heard this. It is said that women's sixth sense is very sharp, but I never thought it was true.

Seeing Zhuang Yan like this, Mo Huan felt even more depressed, "Really?"

"No, it's not." Zhuang Yan came back to his senses and replied quickly. Well, he didn't lie - after all, the husband didn't like someone recently, he had been looking for the other person for several years. Thinking of this, his back straightened a little, and his words became more confident, "The husband has a lot of troubles recently, so it is inevitable that he will neglect Miss Mo a little. I hope Miss Mo doesn't mind."

Mo Huan smiled when he heard Zhuang Yan's words, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not, but there was a little more depression between his beautiful eyebrows. He looked into the bathroom again.

"Since he has so many things to do, I won't bother him." Mo Huan retracted his gaze and looked at Zhuang Yan, "Remember to remind him to eat breakfast. No matter how busy he is, breakfast is still the most important."

"Of course, thank you Miss Mo for your concern."

Mo Huan did not stay for long.

Yu Zeyao just took a simple shower and came out soon. He was wearing a white bathrobe, wiping his wet hair with a towel in his hand, and glanced at Zhuang Yan, "It seems that you are getting more and more used to making your own decisions recently. What? Your salary is paid by Mo Huan?"

Zhuang Yan complained to himself in his heart, "I have also thought about it carefully. I know Miss Mo will definitely not hurt you, so I let Miss Mo in."

Yu Zeyao did not respond, but just glanced at the breakfast in front of him. Zhuang Yan said again: "Before Miss Mo left, she specifically told me to remind you to remember to eat breakfast."

As he spoke, he looked at someone's expression and couldn't help saying: "In fact, I think Miss Mo is the one who really cares about you."

Yu Zeyao's face did not change much, as if there was no ripple at all. He picked up the chopsticks and asked Zhuang Yan, "What do you want to say?"

Zhuang Yan thought for a while, "Ms. Jing doesn't care about you as much as Miss Mo. I also read the comments from netizens on the Internet today, and they all said that you and Miss Mo look very compatible."

Yu Zeyao frowned, "When did you become so talkative?"

"..."Zhuang Yan was helpless. Didn't the gentleman just ask it himself? But he didn't say anything, just stood silently aside.

Yu Zeyao took two bites and suddenly remembered something. He looked up at Zhuang Yan, "Is there news about me and Mo Huan on the Internet?"

Zhuang Yan didn't say anything.

Yu Zeyao was impatient, "Give me the phone."

Zhuang Yan took the phone and gave it to him. He searched the Internet casually and saw that it was full of photos of him and Mo Huan. There were also countless news links.

Yu Zeyao glanced at Zhuang Yan, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"The gentleman never cared about these news before." Especially these gossips, he never paid attention to them, regardless of whether he was the protagonist or not. Zhuang Yan had thought about whether to report all these news to him before, but he usually only responded with the word "boring".

Today's event was definitely an unexpected surprise. He felt that Mr. not only did not feel bored this time, but also seemed to care about this news.

"In the future, tell me the news as soon as possible." Yu Zeyao ordered, and then asked: "What time is it in China now?"

"It's almost noon."

"That is to say..." Yu Zeyao glanced at his private mobile phone, which was always quiet at hand, and seemed to talk to himself: "Anyone in China who watches TV or surfs the Internet will know this news?"

"It should be like this, that's right." Zhuang Yan replied. But Mr.'s opponent was much calmer.

Yu Zeyao threw the mobile phone on the table, and it made a "bang--" sound. Zhuang Yan was shocked when he heard it.

Then, he lowered his head and continued to eat. However, it seemed that something affected him. He didn't eat two bites, threw away the chopsticks again, and ordered: "Let someone remove the breakfast, I'll make a phone call."

He picked up the phone again and walked into the bedroom. Zhuang Yan looked at the untouched breakfast, pondered for a moment, and asked someone to clean it up.

This early in the morning, the gentleman's mood was so fluctuating, it seemed that he must have been affected by Miss Jing. However, Miss Jing's radiation range was really too wide! They were out of the country, tens of thousands of kilometers away, but she could still have such a big impact.

Yu Zeyao did not call her, but called the Vice President's Office.

The housekeeper answered the phone.

When the housekeeper heard his voice, he greeted him first, then said tactfully: "Sir, you want Miss Jing to answer the phone, right? I'll go find her right away."

"No need." Yu Zeyao stopped the housekeeper, paused for a moment, and asked again: "What is she doing?"

"Miss Jing should be taking a nap upstairs now!"

"Nap." He repeated these two words, looking into the distance with a heavy gaze, and asked in a low voice: "Did you see the news about Mo Huan and I today?"

"Yes."

"What about her?"

"Yes." The housekeeper said: "Miss Jing watched TV in the living room this morning, and the news about you and Miss Mo happened to be broadcast. I also saw it with Miss Jing."

"Really?" Yu Zeyao asked: "Did she say anything? Or, did she ask anything?"

"Indeed, she asked." The housekeeper recalled, "Miss Jing just asked me if you and Miss Mo look a good match."

Yu Zeyao sneered, "What else?"

Through the electric current, the housekeeper could clearly feel the obvious emotional ups and downs on the other end of the phone.