Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

As You Ze was silent, Zhong Yi smiled awkwardly and made up a story,

“That’s my girl. We quarreled today and she ran out. The camera showed that she went into your room, but we didn’t find her. Did you see her?”

Zhong Yi maintained a good attitude with a skin-deep smile. If it weren’t for his penis, he wouldn’t talk with Xing Shenzhi like that.

“No,”

Xing Shenzhi didn’t hesitate to stop Zhong Yi’s further questioning. Zhong Yi turned to You Ze in embarrassment, not knowing what to do, even though he got a smooth tongue.

You Ze paused, and then stood up to leave.

“Sorry to bother you.”

Before Zhong Yi had time to respond, You Ze had dragged him back to the car.

“Why don’t you continue asking? He is playing tricks!”

“Do you wanna watch him all the time?”

You Ze asked in a deep voice. Zhong Yi lowered his head and stopped speaking.

As the daylight faded, You Ze drove around on the street, wondering where Shiyao would go.

In the hospital, Shiyao and Xu Youyou had fun talking until nightfall. As it was getting late, Xu Youyou asked with confusion.

“Yaoyao, aren’t you going home?”

Rolling her eyes, Shiyao laughed the question off,

“Yes, I am, in a few minutes.”

Xu Youyou sighed helplessly, “Yaoyao, I’m busy taking care of my mother these days and don’t have time for you. I’ll go for you when my mother recovers.”

Shiyao gently touched Xu’s hair, and patiently comforted her.

“Don’t worry. Auntie will be well soon.”

Xu Youyou held back tears and nodded, putting on a happy face.

After bidding goodbye to Xu Youyou, Shiyao wandered aimlessly about the streets again.

She wanted to go to Qiao Fei’s, but Qiao Fei was on vacation with his boyfriend. Usually, she only dared to free herself in the bar with Qiao Fei around, or she got no guts.

“Shall I go back…?”

Shiyao struggled. She had blacklisted You Ze on the phone when she ran out of the room. Seeing that You Ze kept calling and texting her, Shiyao began to muse,

‘Maybe I got him wrong?’

Besides, You Ze never said he loved her since they got married, so Shiyao had no right to be mad at him for hanging out with other girls. However, she couldn’t help it.

She hated betrayal, even that from a nominal husband….

Feeling enough, Shiyao turned off her phone and stopped thinking about You Ze. ‘No big deal. I’d rather divorce him than be cheated again.’

Shiyao staggered along the steps of the road, beside which cars kept coming and going. In this bustling city, she always found it easy to feel lonely.

Shiyao lingered along the road, trying to find a hotel for one night, but was suddenly stopped by a little girl at the hotel gate.

“What can I do for you, sweetie?”

Shiyao bent down and looked at the pretty girl in front of her.

“Sister, do you wanna buy a newspaper?”

The little girl raised the evening news in her hand, and said in a timid voice.

“Well, give me one.”

Shiyao never read newspapers, but when she saw such a small child coming out to earn a living, she suddenly thought of her own childhood.

“Thank you, Sister.”

The little girl paused, and begged Shiyao again.

“Sister, can you do me one more favor, please?”

“Yes, please?”

Shiyao asked patiently. The little girl pointed to the residential building opposite the road and said while trembling, “It’s too dark there. Can you take me home?”

At a glance, Shiyao saw a compound of densely placed buildings. It was very dark, even without a street lamp.

“You live there?”

The little girl nodded shyly.

Shiyao also was afraid of darkness, and always kept light on while sleeping alone. Maybe she was deeply upset today. Shiyao took the little girl’s request without hesitation.

Walking in the black and narrow lane, Shiyao couldn’t help shivering.

It was really careless of her parents to allow a little girl to sell newspapers alone at night.

The little girl followed Shiyao closely all the time. However, after turning a corner, Shiyao suddenly felt it was quiet behind her.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hello, sweetie,”

Shiyao took out her phone and turned on the flash. Before she found the little girl, she was knocked out by a stick that suddenly appeared from behind.

The phone shattered on the ground, with a ray of light on the screen.

After driving around the street several times with You Ze, Zhong Yi touched his growling stomach and wanted to complain. But he didn’t dare to disturb You Ze.

You Ze’s patience disappeared as night fell. Under You Ze’s command, Zhong Yi used all his contacts as soon as possible, and also called the police extremely quickly.

“I thought you were just pretending. Unexpectedly, you’re so close.”

“How can you tell?”

“Your wife fights with another woman over you, and you use your all your interpersonal relations to look for her, isn’t that rare?”

You Ze was very easy to satisfy, and cared about nothing except his career. It was the first time he was so anxious since Zhao Xuehan left.

You Ze thought of Shiyao somberly raising the bottle, regretting that he had not realized one possibility.

‘Is she jealous?’

Xing Shenzhi looked at Shiyao smiling in the photo, lost in thought.

He didn’t believe Shiyao was Zhong Yi’s girlfriend. A girl worthy of You Ze’s appearance and protection must be someone more important.

“I thought you were a spoony man. But I am wrong.”

Putting the photo away, Xing Shenzhi secretly asked for some help.

Since You Ze was concerned about the woman, he decided to do him a favor.

“Do you know a flight attendant named Xu Youyou?”

It suddenly occurred to You Ze that Shiyao ever told him that her best friend was a colleague, Xu Youyou.

“Yes, of course.”

Zhong Yi stretched, nearly throwing up in the car.

“Call her.”

As You Ze stopped the car by the roadside, Zhong Yi nearly bumped his head on the window.

“Me?”

Zhong Yi pointed at himself in puzzlement, “You mean me?”

“You tell me?”

Zhong Yi reluctantly took out his phone, hesitated for a moment, and threw it to You Ze.

“Do as you wish.”

You Ze caught the phone, froze two seconds, and immediately understood what Zhong Yi meant.

“Enough.”

“Humph!” Zhong Yi snorted, tilted his head and looked out at the night scenery, whistling.