230 Chapter 229 of “The Quick-Traveling Girl Is Poised to Pounce the Male Protagonist”

The Design Director I Can’t Fall In Love With (13)

“Zhou Min, put away your heart-wrenching and pitying eyes, put away your self-righteous understanding of me… I don’t need it! You think you understand me, but all you know is the me of the past. After my mother died, I was no longer the me of the past. Don’t judge me now by your past self-conceptions. Moreover, I have clearly warned you before, don’t fall in love with me! You still haven’t listened… Now that you’ve woken up, leave me!”

Ye Ziyan’s anger and coldness made Zhou Min’s heart ache, but Ye Ziyan had already walked away without touching the bowl of tomato and egg noodles on the table.

Bang——

The sound of the door closing woke Zhou Min up. Looking at the messy but exquisitely arranged breakfast table and the extremely bland bowl of tomato and egg noodles in the exquisite breakfast, Zhou Min couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Silently, Zhou Min put everything away, including the many breakfasts with different cuisines. After dumping the bowl of tomato and egg noodles on the table, Zhou Min covered it with another bowl, then warmed it with boiling water and placed it where Ye Ziyan was sitting.

I looked around, tidied up the kitchen, picked up the messy breakfast, then put my bag on my back and left…

When the huge villa returned to silence again, when the sound of Zhou Min closing the door sounded, Ye Ziyan stood behind the curtains of the bay window of the master bedroom on the second floor, looking at Zhou Min’s back with complicated eyes, holding many plastic bags of lunch boxes in one hand and carrying a bag in the other, struggling to leave.

Feeling more depressed than in the morning, he changed his clothes to go to the company and continued the meeting that he had stopped in the morning. When he went downstairs, Ye Ziyan was arranging his tie and sleeves, and the corners of his eyes could not help but glance at the dining room, which had already been tidied up.

But on the huge maple-white tabletop, there was only one porcelain bowl that had been carefully handled to keep warm, which was particularly eye-catching.

Ye Ziyan’s footsteps stopped inexplicably just after he came downstairs. His eyes fell on the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that he had never eaten or even seen since his mother’s death. He couldn’t help but turn around and walked over subconsciously.

He pulled out the chair, sat on it, uncovered the other bowl covering the noodle bowl with one hand, took the bowl of tomato and egg noodles out of the thermos filled with hot water, and placed it on the table.

It has been 16 years, more than 5,000 days, and more than 100,000 hours. He has almost forgotten that taste, that taste of home, with warmth and warmth that he misses every time.

When Ye Ziyan subconsciously reached for the chopsticks placed next to him, he happened to see the note left by Zhou Min, and his heart trembled slightly.

“Happy birthday, Brother Ye.”

The handwriting is very similar to his own. He held Zhou Min’s hand and taught him stroke by stroke when he was a child, because Zhou Min’s handwriting was really ugly, so ugly that he couldn’t look straight at it.

Even because of her handwriting problems, parents were asked to ask. The Zhou family was not short of tutors. However, she didn’t know whether the girl who was born on the same year, month and day as her was really connected with writing. She was obviously smart enough to learn other things, but writing was the only one that people couldn’t bear to look at.

Even after getting angry and angry with many tutors who were like old professors, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou were completely convinced by Zhou Min. However, Zhou Min didn’t know why she had to pester him and ask him to teach her. She even made a wish to be her teacher for three months when she celebrated her birthday with him when she was nine years old in order to let him teach her to write.

This was the only birthday gift and wish she wanted.

That seemed to be the only thing she asked him to do. Because it was a birthday wish and because his mother loved Zhou Min, he had no choice but to become that girl’s teacher for three months.

But during those three months, I really realized what a miracle it was that the brain and the hands were not on the same channel. His good upbringing would drive her crazy every time he had to teach her to write!

In the last month, he even started to find various excuses to escape, not wanting to face the situation that drove him crazy, but she still had a confused and innocent face. At this time, she didn’t even know that she was challenging the limit of his tolerance.

He extremely disliked this feeling of not being under his control. Just like now, every time he got along with her, he felt an indescribable irritability.

Especially, after his mother died, looking at the way she looked at him, he always felt that there was sympathy and pity for him, which he absolutely did not want. Later, it gradually turned into stupidity that he tried his best to hide but couldn’t!

Everything made him irritated and even annoying, but he didn’t know why. He didn’t like this feeling, so when he was fifteen, he left and went to Country M alone. The most important thing was for his own plans, but more importantly, he didn’t want to have any contact with her anymore.

After returning to China, she seemed quieter than before, but she seemed to have learned a lot without knowing it. I remember she once said that she wanted to study medicine, but in the end she chose garden design, and the stupidity in her eyes became more serious.

She has the best education and gentleness among the ladies from the aristocratic family, gentle and quiet, like a stream flowing in the mountains, quiet and far-reaching, gentle and slow. But the feeling he wanted, or rather, the feeling his mother told him, he did not feel in Zhou Min, but Mu Rou could give him the feeling of a rapidly beating heart.

It made him want to catch that feeling of heart beating that his mother said!The most important thing is that there is no look of forgiveness, sympathy and pity that makes people suffocate.

In the past six years, he seemed to have almost forgotten his birthday. It seemed that no one remembered his birthday since his mother’s death. At one point, he himself was about to forget it.

No!Ye Ziyan suddenly remembered that every year when his birthday came at 12 o’clock at midnight, the phone rang on time, and the birthday greetings were as punctual as an alarm clock, which once made him wonder if Zhou Min had set a setting to automatically send messages on time.

Yes, yesterday, the phone didn’t ring. The person who was supposed to send him a text message at the same time was drunk.

He lowered his head and looked at the piece of paper that had been in his hand at some point. He couldn’t help but hold it in his hand. Then he turned to look at the tomato and egg noodles in front of him. Ye Ziyan’s eyes revealed a touch of sadness and reminiscence, as well as nostalgia and heavy guilt.

In the end, they didn’t know what they thought of, so they all turned into a wry smile, stood up and left, but Ye Ziyan didn’t know whether he forgot or deliberately put the note into his suit pocket, turned around and left.

Today is the first time in six years that he is late for work…

Today is also her birthday… He knows.

While Ye Ziyan was holding the steering wheel with one hand, he couldn’t help but put his other hand into his pocket and touched the piece of paper. In his mind, he clearly and rationally analyzed all the work that should be done today, as well as how to obtain the maximum benefits from the cooperative company and get the best bargaining chips.

But the heart is not as calm and clear as the mind, but is full of doubts and irritations. The handwriting is exactly like his. It is not difficult for others to be able to imitate his own handwriting to such an extent. But for a person who has never felt good about writing since he was a child, and who can’t write well no matter how hard he practices or learns, it is not just as simple as practicing hard!

After two months of instruction, has she already learned her writing habits?

Thinking of what she said drunkenly in front of him last night, Ye Ziyan couldn’t help but hold the steering wheel tighter!

“Zhou Min, what kind of person are you? What do you want?” Ye Ziyan murmured in a low voice.