The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Chapter 235 Intimate Photos

Zhou Yian's abnormality made Xu Zehao mistakenly believe that she was suffering from pre-marital anxiety. Apart from comforting her and giving her a full sense of security, he did not think about it too much. Before he knew it, Zhou Yian's heart had already experienced a lot of helplessness.

After several days of intense ideological struggle, Zhou Yian finally made a choice. Fu Shenyan seemed to have given her a choice, but in fact she knew that she had no choice from the beginning to the end, and she could only follow his wishes.

Two days later, when Xu Zehao was still immersed in the joy of preparing for the wedding, a photo caused a huge uproar.

That was a photo taken secretly by Gu Jiatong. In the photo, Zhou Yian was leaning on Fu Shenyan like a little bird.

The photo is blurry and the atmosphere is ambiguous, but it is still possible to tell that it is Zhou Yian.

[Zehao, if I'm not mistaken, the woman next to Fu Shenyan is your fiancée.]

He looked at the photo on his phone, his heart skipped a beat, and his mind felt like something had exploded, going blank.

Without time to think, he quickly picked up the phone and called Zhou Yian, but no one answered after two calls. He frowned and hung up the phone.

Then he immediately called Gu Jiatong's cell phone number back, and the call was quickly connected. "Where are you?"

"I... I'm at MG." In addition to Gu Tong's voice, there was also loud music and the cheers of the crowd on the phone.

"Don't move, wait for me, I'll be there soon." Xu Zehao grabbed the car keys on the table and hurried out the door.

He stepped on the accelerator as fast as he could and called Zhou Yian over and over again, but no one answered the phone.

The journey that would normally take twenty minutes took him only ten minutes.

There were a lot of people in the club hall and the music was very loud. He looked for Gu Jiatong in the bustling crowd and finally found her in a corner after searching for a long time.

"Jiatong, where are they?"

"You're here, Zehao." Gu Jiatong stood up, stretched out her arms and staggered towards him.

The smell of alcohol was disgusting. Xu Zehao frowned and held her back with his hands when she was about to reach out to hug him.

"Where are they?" Xu Zehao had no time to care about anything else. He quickly scanned the entire audience, but did not see Zhou Yian.

"Who are you talking about?" Gu Jiatong's cheeks were flushed and she looked drunk. It seemed that she had drunk a lot of wine and was in a state of tipsiness.

"How much have you drunk? Who told you, a woman, to come to a place like this alone? It's very dangerous here, don't you know?"

Xu Zehao looked at Gu Jiatong angrily as she ruined herself. The smartness and competence she used to have were gone from her face, replaced by a decadent look, which made him feel very unhappy.

"You...are you concerned about me? Zehao." Not only was she not afraid of him, she was even secretly happy in her heart. It's not the wine that makes people drunk, but people make themselves drunk. The wine tonight was not enough to make her drunk, but that person was the one who made her drunk.

"Where are Fu Shenyan and An An? Didn't you just meet them? Where are they now?" Xu Zehao asked Gu Jiatong anxiously, without caring about how she was doing.

"Well, they seem to be... going that way." Gu Jiatong pointed, then pointed in another direction uncertainly.

"You sit here first, I'll go take a look and come back." Xu Zehao walked quickly to the place Gu Jiatong mentioned, stood there and looked around the entire hall, but did not see the two of them.

He called Zhou Yian again, and this time she answered, "Hello."

"An An, where are you now?" There was no more panic in Xu Zehao's eyes. Instead, he looked unusually calm and serious.

"I'm at home, what's wrong?" Zhou Yian pretended to be confused.

"Have you been to MG? I just saw someone. Her back looks very similar to yours."

"No, you've got the wrong person." Zhou Yian denied it.

"Yeah, okay, I get it, maybe I saw it wrong."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Zehao sighed and looked at the crowd thoughtfully. No emotion could be seen in his calm eyes. After a moment, he returned to Gu Jiatong.

"Come on, I'll take you home." He put his left hand across her waist and took her arm with his right hand to pull it onto his shoulder.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened her, or perhaps it was because she had been suppressing her emotions for so long, but Gu Jiatong could no longer contain her strong feelings. She, who had always been self-possessed, steady and decent, put her arms around Xu Zehao's neck, pressing her upper body tightly against his chest.

"Zehao, you clearly know that I have loved you for so many years, why did you still marry someone else?"

"Why?" Gu Jiatong looked drunk and kept muttering to herself.

"Jiatong, you are drunk." Xu Zehao tried to pry open her hands that were around his neck.

"Can you like me?" She looked at the handsome face that was magnified infinitely with deep affection. If they had not been drunk, how could they have such intimate physical contact.

"Jiatong, stop making trouble. We are friends. I will take you home now." Xu Zehao was helpless and turned his face away to avoid the blazing gaze.

Gu Jiatong laughed innocently twice, "Okay, I won't make a fuss." But the strength in her hands didn't loosen at all, she still held him tightly, "Let's go back."

Xu Zehao had no choice but to pick her up sideways in a princess hug.

Where he couldn't see, Gu Jiatong's eyes were clear and she wasn't drunk at all. She nestled contentedly in his arms, with an ambiguous smile on her face.

Xu Zehao carried Gu Jiatong into the car and helped her fasten her seat belt. While doing so, Gu Jiatong suddenly hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Xu Zehao immediately pushed her away after he realized what was happening. He looked at her with a frown, and helplessly reached out to wipe the place where she had kissed him. "Could you please stop making trouble and sit down?"

Gu Jiatong looked at him and smiled. He pursed his lips and said nothing, but the impatience in his eyes became more and more obvious.

In the darkness on the second floor of the bar, a high-definition camera was following them, taking countless photos of their intimate moments.