(Quick Wear) The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrown The Male Protagonist

Chapter 13

The  Design Director who can't fall for n love(13)

　　"Zhou Min, put away your heart-wrenching and pitiful eyes, put away your self-righteous understanding... I don't need it! You think you understand me, but all you understand is the past. Me, after my mother died, I am no longer the person I used to be. Don't judge me now by what you thought I was. Moreover, I have clearly reminded you before, don't fall in love with me. You still haven't! Listen... Now that you're awake, leave!"

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

　　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 putting everything away, including all the breakfasts with many different cuisines, Zhou Min covered the bowl of tomato and egg noodles on the table with another bowl, then warmed it with boiling water and placed it on Ye Zhiyan seat .

　　sHe looked around, tidied up the kitchen, picked up the messy breakfast, put on her bag, and left...

　　When the huge villa became quiet again, and when the sound of Zhou Min closing the door sounded, Ye Zi Yan 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 as he held many plastic bags for lunch boxes in one hand and a bag on the other, leaving with some difficulty.

　　I was even more depressed than in the morning. After I changed my clothes and prepared to go to the company, I continued the meeting that I had stopped in the morning. When I went downstairs, Ye Ziyan was arranging his tie and sleeves, and the corners of his eyes could not help but glance towards the dining room. The location, there, has long 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. When he was a child, he held Zhou Min's hand and taught her stroke by stroke, because Zhou Min's handwriting was really ugly. It was so ugly that he couldn't read it and Can't even look straight at it

　　Even because of her handwriting problems, her parents had to find her tutor. Even though The Zhou family is not short of tutors. However, she doesn't know if the girl who was born on the same year, month and day as her really has a bad relationship with writing. She obviously studies other things. Everyone is smart and can draw inferences from one instance, but the writing is unbearable to look at.