deliberate kiss

Chapter 142 Who Is Sorry
"Don't, it depends on the situation?" When Zhao Ximo said this, he paused, smiled bitterly, and said, "Jingwei, I'm getting engaged."

Zhou Jingwei pinched the hand on the bridge of the nose, his movements froze.

He raised his eyes slowly, watching the mist surge, and he couldn't see clearly the scenery ahead.

"Understood, I will ask Weiyue for her opinion, and if Weiyue agrees, I will take Weiyue with her."

Zhao Ximo said yes, with a more bitter smile: "Last time, I was sorry for Weiyue. You apologize to her for me. I... I really started out for your own good. I don't want you to end up like me. "

"I'm not you," Zhou Jingwei frowned, and said in a firm tone, "Wei Yue won't be Sang Wanting either."

"I know," Zhao Ximo said softly, "I understand what you mean."

When Zhou Jingwei returned to the bedroom, Cheng Weiyue had already changed her sleeping position.

Her face was flushed red under the quilt, and she had an indescribable cuteness.

Zhou Jingwei couldn't hold back a kiss, and then gently hugged her into his arms.

Tsk. I can't bear to let go.

After a good dream, he was awakened by the little girl writhing in his arms.

He half-raised his eyelids, and looked at Cheng Weiyue nestled on his chest, his eyes were extremely innocent.

She said, "Zhou Jingwei, I want to have breakfast."

I slept until eleven o'clock, where is there any breakfast.

But Zhou Jingwei was reluctant to correct her, so he said yes, I'll do it for you.

Cheng Weiyue smiled like a kitten.

At the dinner table, Zhou Jingwei and Cheng Weiyue talked about Zhao Ximo's invitation.

"What happened last time, Ximo asked me to say sorry to you. He didn't mean it." Zhou Jingwei scooped up a bowl of soup for Cheng Weiyue: "Of course, you can choose not to accept his apology, Weiyue, what do you want?" power to refuse."

"It's okay," Cheng Weiyue didn't want to be a source of trouble for alienating friends. She was transparent and smart enough to never be arrogant: "I know, he is doing it for your own good, Zhou Jingwei, I am not angry, not to mention, he is also Did nothing to me."

Zhou Jingwei listened quietly, and he looked at Cheng Weiyue after she had finished speaking, and said seriously and straightforwardly: "Yueyue, if you are unhappy, don't digest it yourself, you don't need to be so sensible when you are by my side."

Cheng Weiyue hurriedly nodded her head and said she knew, a tear secretly fell into the soup bowl.

No one can not love Zhou Jingwei.

The party will be at Zhao Ximo's house.

In the city center where there is so much gold and land, Zhao Ximo bought a small western-style building. The small western-style building is said to be an antique left over from the last century. The person who lived here in the past was a commander of the Min Kingdom.

The structure of the small western-style building is very classical, with white as the main color and layers of embossed patterns.

It's just that Zhao Ximo sent people to buy a lot of exaggerated decorations in the follow-up, so that as soon as he walked in, he felt that the whole style was very strange.

How to put it, it is a bit of an upstart taste.

Cheng Weiyue and Zhou Jingwei were the last to arrive, and the butler of Xiaoyang Building led them to the room on the second floor.

In the room, Wei Tingyao and Zhao Ximo were drinking wine.

Sitting beside Zhao Ximo was a woman with heavy makeup.

The woman is really innocent. At this moment, she is looking at Zhao Ximo with joy.

But from the beginning to the end, Zhao Ximo was just chatting with Wei Tingyao about things in the mall, and he didn't even look at the woman beside him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the three people in the room turned their gazes to the door at the same time.

The woman's eyes were wary.

Cheng Weiyue is very beautiful, such a beauty is dazzling for a woman who cares about gains and losses.

She looked at Cheng Weiyue unkindly, until she noticed that she was holding Zhou Jingwei's hand, and the unkindness on her face disappeared.

She stood up happily, straightened her skirt, and said, "I'll go get you some fruit."

When passing by Weiyue, the woman stopped and asked her earnestly if there was anything she wanted to eat.

Cheng Weiyue said that it doesn't need to be too much trouble, she won't eat.

"No way, you are guests." The woman smiled and said, "Don't be polite to me. I will marry Zhao Ximo in the future, and we will all be friends."

When the woman left, Zhou Jingwei pulled Cheng Weiyue to sit down opposite Zhao Ximo.

Zhao Ximo asked Zhou Jingwei what he wanted to drink, and Zhou Jingwei said no, he had to drive back.

"Why don't you let the driver take you?" Zhao Ximo asked casually.

"Wei Yue likes to sit in my car."

Cheng Weiyue, who was named, blushed, and pushed Zhou Jingwei: "When did I say that?"

In Zhao Ximo's eyes, the actions of the two were flirting.

He hooked his lips, and smiled a bit self-deprecatingly: "Dating is sweet."

"Without you, you are going to get married." Cheng Weiyue didn't know the inside story, and said quite sincerely: "I haven't congratulated you yet, Zhao Ximo, congratulations on your marriage."

Wei Tingyao, who was silent all the time, laughed so hard that he couldn't hold his wine glass steadily, his face flushed from holding back, and he gave Cheng Weiyue a thumbs up.

Zhao Ximo's complexion is simply an overturned palette, and it couldn't be more exciting.

He twitched the corners of his lips, looked at Cheng Weiyue with a half-smile: "Congratulations, what?"

Only then did Cheng Weiyue realize that she had said something wrong.

Just as she was about to apologize, she heard Zhou Jingwei say: "Wei Yue doesn't understand, don't make things difficult for her."

"How can I? How dare I make things difficult for her?" Zhao Ximo sighed and said in a low voice: "There is nothing wrong with what Weiyue said. I am indeed going to get married."

He picked up the wine glass and gestured towards Cheng Weiyue, "I also congratulate myself."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

Wei Tingyao looked at him looking like a concubine, and raised his eyebrows: "Why did you choose a marriage partner who looks so ugly? Don't you like beauties the most?"

"It's placed in Zhao's house for enshrining, what does it matter if it's beautiful or ugly?" Zhao Ximo casually shook the wine glass, showing a bit of indifference: "Being obedient is sometimes more important than being good-looking."

"Song Feiran is really obedient, with all her heart on you, she dare not go west if you tell her to go east." Wei Tingyao smiled, with an intriguing tone: "Even if you want to raise a little three and four outside, she Song Feiran won't disagree, will she?"

Zhao Ximo didn't speak this time, but another glass of wine.

Wei Tingyao knew that this was what he said, so he smiled slightly and asked, "Zhao Ximo, tell us the truth, is Sang Wanting back?"

Zhao Ximo also confessed, he said: "Yes, I want to keep my Sangsang outside."

The scene was anxious for a while.

Zhou Jingwei watched the fire from the other side, and Weiyue brought a bottle of juice when he went.

And Wei Tingyao put down the wine glass with a little force, looked at Zhao Ximo for a moment, and paused word by word: "Who are you worthy of?"

"I'm sorry for no one, I know." Zhao Ximo didn't care, but the nature of his words was paranoid: "I know I'm nothing, but what can I do?"

(End of this chapter)