deliberate kiss

Chapter 108 Awakened
"But she didn't get what she wanted. The servants of the Zhou family discovered the anomaly in time and rescued her. She then fell into a coma for ten years."

"Until a few days ago, she woke up suddenly." Zhou Jingwei smiled when he said this, with a slightly sarcastic expression: "Actually, I know that for her, living is a cruel thing, and she wishes she would not wake up." Come."

Lengthy silence.

Zhou Jingwei felt Cheng Weiyue's slender arms wrap around his waist.

She pressed her face to her heart, and said softly, "Zhou Jingwei, if you can be happier when you come here, I can accompany you here more."

Cheng Weiyue is really not very good at coaxing people, Zhou Jingwei lowered his head and saw her drooping and curly eyelashes trembling.

He sighed softly, held her face in his hands, and comforted her in turn: "Scared by the story I told?"

In fact, Cheng Weiyue just couldn't digest it, after all, the paragraph just now contained too much information.

She shook her head and said no.

"Don't be afraid," Zhou Jingwei kissed her forehead, his voice was crushed in the moonlight, very gentle, it was a promise, he said: "Yueyue, I don't want to do this to you."

Even if you don't love me, I'm not willing.

The moon was hanging high in the sky, he could only approach the moonlight step by step, but he could not try to pluck her from the sky.

The things in this world are always afraid that things will turn back when they are extreme, and it is difficult to recover when they are overwhelmed.

Zhou Jingwei was reluctant to go this far with Cheng Weiyue.

What's the point of being strong?He wanted her to look at him willingly.

Later, the wind was very strong at night, Zhou Jingwei held her in his arms, bent slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Miss Cheng, can you take a day off for me tomorrow?"

Cheng Weiyue subconsciously asked why.

Zhou Jingwei said: "You have been away on business for too long. I haven't seen you for many days. I just saw you like this for one night, but I still don't think it's enough."

Cheng Weiyue saw his gentle and lazy eyebrows and eyes, and there was an overly touching smile inside.

She seemed to be bewitched, and she was stunned for a long time before she said "yes" softly.

"Good boy, will you give me a kiss?"

".it is good."

Jingxing Group.

Zhao Hanshen has been suffering from insomnia these days, and since he came back from Xuancheng, his condition has not been very good.

Ye Cheng came in from the outside with the document, looked at the man's gray eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhao, do you want to take a good rest?"

Zhao Hanshen said no, stretched out his hand towards Ye Cheng, and said in a cold tone, "Give me the document."

Ye Cheng hesitated to speak for a long time, but he couldn't hold back Zhao Hanchen, and handed over the document.

The tip of the pen scraped across the paper, making a sound of brushing.

Zhao Han signed in a calm and smooth manner, and closed the document again.

"Mr. Zhao, Ms. Cheng is back today." Ye Cheng thought for a while, but still said it.

Zhao Han paused while pinching his fingers on the surface of the folder, the edges of his nails turned white due to too much force.

His eyebrows twitched, and he barely held back his calm gesture: "I see."

If Ye Cheng felt it, he just nodded, didn't say anything, took the documents and walked out.

During the time that Zhao Han stayed behind, he couldn't see anything.

The boring document in front of him now looks even more hideous.

The bones of his fingers holding the pen turned white, and he still couldn't sit still, so he got up suddenly.

Ye Cheng was dealing with the rest of the business with a few secretaries, but before he could say a few words, he heard the door of the president's office being opened with a "bang".

"Mr. Zhao."

Before the words finished, Zhao Hanchen had already walked to the elevator.

He walked fast, as if he didn't give himself a chance to regret it.

Ye Cheng stood where he was, looking at each other with several subordinates.

"What is Mr. Zhao so busy doing?" the little secretary asked suspiciously.

Ye Cheng coughed and cleared his throat: "There must be something urgent, let's continue, where did we just talk?"

Zhao Han Shen went to Xiangshan Palace.

He parked the car in front of Zhou Jingwei's villa, rolled down the window halfway, and smelled the quiet and cold fragrance of flowers in the night wind.

The villa in front of me was pitch black. It shouldn't be like this at this point in time.

He could guess that it was Zhou Jingwei who took Cheng Weiyue out.

This thought made him feel unspeakably depressed, and he took out a cigarette from the car compartment.

The smoke soon spread in front of the eyes, and suddenly thin and dense raindrops floated in the sky.

There was an indescribable stiffness in his hand holding the cigarette, and after hearing from Ye Cheng that Cheng Weiyue had returned, his hand began to disobey him.

There are some long-ago memories that he thought he had forgotten, suddenly came to his mind bit by bit.

In fact, he and Cheng Weiyue have been together seriously for only three months.

It's only three months, even shorter than many women around me.

How can so many things happen?
So many that he tossed and turned day and night, he couldn't forget it.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the car, but the cigarettes on his fingertips had been changed and changed before he finally saw Zhou Jingwei's Cullinan driving slowly from not far away.

The latter had high beams on, and the light was dazzling.

Zhao Han Shen subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Zhou Jingwei saw Zhao Hanchen from a distance, he paused holding the steering wheel, and the next moment, his eyes fell on Cheng Weiyue who was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

The sensor control gate opened automatically, Zhou Jingwei drove in slowly, and Zhao Hanshen followed behind his car, keeping a close distance.

The two stopped in the garage of the villa, Zhou Jingwei opened the co-pilot's door, and carried Cheng Weiyue out.

At the same time, Zhao Hanchen also got out of the car.

Two men with the same outstanding posture made the small underground garage even more cramped.

Zhao Han looked down at Cheng Weiyue who was sleeping soundly in Zhou Jingwei's arms, with a strand of hair hanging down his forehead, his monstrous face was as if frozen.

Zhou Jingwei hugged Cheng Weiyue, who was unconscious in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Let me go."

The veins on Zhao Hanshen's forehead bulged, he endured it to the extreme, and finally obeyed Zhou Jingwei's words and moved aside.

They don't want to argue in front of Cheng Weiyue, this point coincides with each other.

The decoration style of Xiangshan Palace is very similar to Zhou Jingwei's personality, cold and simple, without any fireworks.

After Zhao Hanshen walked into the hall, he silently made a conclusion in his heart.

But the next moment, he saw the pink hair rope in the corner of the sofa.

It should be Cheng Weiyue who left behind, she seems to be forgetful all the time.

With a sudden pain in his heart, he picked up the hair rope and put it in his palm.

The sound of Zhou Jingwei's footsteps came from the stairs, and Zhao Han hid the hair rope in his pocket as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at the person passing by pretending to be innocent.

Zhou Jingwei sat across from him and asked him what he wanted to drink.

"Don't bother, I don't want to drink." Zhao Han's voice was cold.

(End of this chapter)