Chapter 22: Leave Me Alone

"We're re-planning your route, please turn around at the intersection ahead."

Yao Zhiyue's eyes fell on the screen of her mobile phone, watching the navigation route constantly deviate from the destination, and looked at Chen Yiming with a confused expression, "You seem to have made a mistake." ”

Chen Yiming's afterglow quietly swept over Yao Zhiyue's arm wrapped in gauze, and continued to drive in the original direction, his tone tepid, "I'm a little tired today, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

Before the voice fell, a mobile phone rang, Chen Yiming neatly put on the Bluetooth headset and pressed the answer button.

"Well, I've seen it. Tell R&D that this version of the map and level design is passed. ”

Yao Zhiyue turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window, but was attracted by the side image of Chen Yiming's face reflected on the glass, but saw that his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and tiredness made his double eyelids distinct.

"The channel of game anchors can only attract fixed players, and the proportion of celebrity endorsement funds is large, so it is best to tilt towards short video platforms, and only by attracting new players can we expect to increase the proportion of audiences."

"Well, if I can't get back, you'll come forward for me."

Yao Zhiyue held her breath, and listened to Chen Yiming's resolute handling of official business along the way. At the beginning, from Song Minjing's filing, she learned that her husband Chen Songling was the president of the well-known Ruida Group, which involved smart home appliances, furniture and building materials.

Chen Yiming is a veritable rich second generation, and it stands to reason that he will win in life. But this young master of the Chen family has always been low-key, and has never appeared in front of the media once, and is even as conscientious as all entrepreneurs.

The car stopped suddenly, and Yao Zhiyue's mobile phone fell suddenly. She unbuckled her seatbelt and fumbled with one hand under her feet. Because her vision was blocked, she fumbled for a while before touching her phone.

Chen Yiming frowned, turned his head to look at Yao Zhiyue, and didn't know what she was messing with. Suddenly, Yao Zhiyue raised her head unexpectedly, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she collided with Chen Yiming at close range.

The two looked at each other, their breaths blended with each other, and Chen Yiming's snort was filled with a hint of lemon fragrance, and he suddenly didn't say a word.

The space in the car seemed to be pressed the mute button, and a subtle aura spread through it. Yao Zhiyue came back to her senses, moved away like a spring, and said helplessly: "I, I picked up the phone." ”

Chen Yiming hung up the phone, a faint embarrassment appeared between his eyebrows, unbuckled his seat belt, and said in a deep voice: "The hotel has arrived." ”

"Oh."

Chen Yiming and Yao Zhiyue got out of the car one after the other, went straight to the front desk of the lobby, and booked two rooms. In the elevator, Yao Zhiyue stared at the buttons intently, her whole body was tense, and she didn't even dare to touch Chen Yiming.

With a ding, Yao Zhiyue followed Chen Yiming out of the elevator, stopped at the door of the room where she lived, and showed a stiff smile to Chen Yiming, and was about to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, when she heard Chen Yiming's voice, she tensed up again.

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock."

"Okay."

Yao Zhiyue entered the room, closed the door, and leaned against the door panel, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, and Chen Yiming's enlarged handsome face unconsciously appeared in her mind.

She cupped her hot cheeks in both hands, annoyed at her unnatural performance.

With a shock, Yao Zhiyue pulled back her thoughts, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and looked at the caller ID, the blush on her cheeks gradually dissipated, and her expression became solemn.

She tried to ignore it, but the vibration only paused for a moment and then went on and on.

Yao Zhiyue knew that she couldn't escape at all, no matter how far she went, as soon as the thread was closed, she would be pulled back into the quagmire. After taking a deep breath, Yao Zhiyue seemed to use a lot of strength to press the answer button, and the insulting sound on the other end poured like a flood.

"You dead girl, don't you have a long ability, how many messages have I sent you, you will die if you reply! Where did you get the 200,000? Thanks to your embarrassment, give me two or three thousand a month, and it's not enough to stuff your teeth. ”

Yao Zhiyue was so angry that her chest rose and fell violently, and she lowered her voice and said coldly: "I didn't steal or rob, the money is clean." You're satisfied! Don't call me if it's okay. ”

"Dead girl, white-eyed wolf, why didn't you see you so tough when you relied on your mother to feed and drink like a leper dog? How much money do you still have? ”

Yao Zhiyue held back her tears and roared: "No money, not a penny is gone!" What I owe you has been paid off, so let me go. ”

Yao Zhiyue hung up the phone, her chest was still rising and falling violently, but the vibration of the mobile phone rang again. She screamed and slammed her phone against the wall, the gauze on her arm spilled a faint trace of blood, and she covered her face with her hands and cried silently.