President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 13 Are you willing to help me?

Yihuan simply tidied herself up, made some casual food in the kitchen and ate. She came to the garden and enjoyed the roses in the garden for the first time during the day.

Every rose bloomed so brightly, it was as red as blood, and it burned people's eyes red.

How much should one love a person to keep these beautiful flowers blooming every day?
The woman he loved must be the happiest woman in the world.

It's a pity that she can't walk into his heart, and she won't be the woman he loves.

She wanted to leave at first, because that sentence "never leave" immediately melted all her persistence.

He is her god, as long as it is what he wants, she will give it to him, no matter what it is.

Today is his birthday, she already knew it, she prepared a gift for him, but she didn't know if he would accept it, a person with no money like her can't afford to give anything of value, I'm just afraid over him.

She bit her lower lip, and when she raised her head again, she saw a pair of slender legs.

"Yaohui?!" Yihuan was a little surprised, "Shouldn't you be at work at this time?"

Su Yaoyang smiled, his white teeth brightened up the gloomy sky, "Yihuan, why do you ask this question every time you see me?"

"I...I...have it?" Yi Huan bit his fingertips, "Shouldn't you be at work at this time?"

Talking with Su Yaohui is always more relaxing than talking with Su Yaoyang, at least Su Yaohui is a very easy person to get along with, Yihuan showed her signature smile.

Su Yaohui came over and walked side by side with her, "Yihuan, do you like Su Yaoyang very much?"

After asking, he felt that he shouldn't ask this question again, so he lowered his head and looked at his shoes.

Isn't he being so presumptuous?
She laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not. Anyway, he doesn't like me. When he gets tired of me, I'll leave." She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, trying to be as calm as possible.

God knows how much she likes that man, but he will never fall in love with that ugly duckling named Chang Yihuan, the prince's perfect match will always be a princess...

And she is just a black girl who doesn't even have glass shoes.

Su Yaohui raised his head and looked at Chang Yihuan carefully. Maybe she is not beautiful, but she is very beautiful when she is quiet. She looks into the distance with a little sadness, which is so intoxicating.

She is like an old wine, the more you drink it, the more fragrant it becomes.

And he is the one who tastes wine, the more he drinks, the more reluctant to let go...

Yihuan didn't know that Su Yaohui's eyes stopped on her, she just tried to look far away and tried not to feel so sad.

"By the way, today is his birthday, can you do me a favor?" Yihuan thought that in the huge Su family, Su Yaohui was the only one who didn't discriminate against her.

Su Yaohui nodded, "Of course! Tell me."

"I...I..." Yihuan bit his lip, but finally he didn't say anything.

Su Yaohui frowned, "Yihuan, are we friends?"

Yi Huan nodded, "Yes."

"Shouldn't friends help each other? Trust each other?"

"Yes." Yihuan still nodded.

"Then why didn't you say it?" Su Yaohui looked at the contradictory girl, "Is it because you didn't regard me as a friend?"

"No, of course not..." Yihuan's head shook like a drum.

"Then why don't you say it?"

"Yes... yes... I want you to call Yaoyang for me to see if he will come home for dinner tonight..." Yihuan finally finished speaking in one breath, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Su Yaohui didn't answer, but just looked at Chang Yihuan quietly.

"What? Aren't you willing to help me?"

(End of this chapter)