deliberate kiss

Chapter 149 Intolerable

She bit her lip to calm herself down, said thank you in a low voice, and walked out with Zhou Jingwei's support.

Cheng Weiyue remembered that when she saw Zhong Qing for the last time, she was lying on the hospital bed, although she was thin and old, she was in good spirits, she smiled and said to herself that she liked flowers.

And he put the rose and lily in his hand on her bedside, and chatted with her about homework.

Obviously at that time, the doctor said that she was recovering very well, why has it not been a long time, everything is different?

Cheng Weiyue took the columbarium handed over by the staff of the crematorium and held it in her hand, feeling that it was too light.

Zhong Qing has already left, and the only thing in this world that can prove her existence is the small columbarium in her hands.

How cruel, the evidence of a person's existence in the world can really be as light as a feather.

"Sorry." The staff member nodded towards her with a sincere tone.

Cheng Weiyue opened her lips, but couldn't speak.

Zhou Jingwei took the columbarium in her hand and said softly, "Yueyue is obedient, I'll help you hold it."

In the early winter, it began to rain for no reason.

The rain was chilling to the bone, Cheng Weiyue and Zhou Jingwei stood in front of the new grave, watching the priest in black put Zhong Qing's columbarium into a separate tomb.

This tomb is the best tomb in Xuancheng, Zhou Jingwei had already arranged everything when Cheng Weiyue was sad.

He knew she was guilty, so he tried his best to make up for her regret and incompleteness materially.

Cheng Weiyue actually understands everything, how could she not understand.

A person who puts all his heart and soul into every minute and cares all the time, and she is not dull or stupid, how could she not understand?
"Zhou Jingwei"

"Ah."

"Zhou Jingwei"

He hugged her a little tighter in his arms, and said in a low and serious voice, "I'm here."

The godfather finished reading the scriptures in front of him, turned around and said to the two, "You can say goodbye."

Zhou Jingwei supported Cheng Weiyue to walk forward.

The tombstone is very new, and it was urgently ordered, with the words "Zhong Qing's Tomb" written on it.

Cheng Weiyue's legs were a little weak, and she knelt in front of Zhong Qing's tomb, her eyes filled with mist.

Zhou Jingwei silently stood a little further away.

She needs a moment to say goodbye.

Zhou Jingwei knew.

After dealing with Zhong Qing's funeral, Zhou Jingwei drove her back to Jingcheng at night.

She was sick all the way and didn't speak much.Zhou Jingwei thought she was still immersed in emotions and hadn't come out, so he didn't call her.

Until a certain red light, he inadvertently stretched out his hand to hold her palm, feeling the sweat on his hand.

Cold and damp.

Zhou Jingwei turned on the lights in the car, and saw Cheng Weiyue's blushing face.

"Wei Yue?" He called her name, but there was no response.

Zhou Jingwei's face was sullen, realizing something was wrong, and he put his hand on Cheng Weiyue's forehead.

The tentacles were scorching hot, almost to the point of being burned.

Zhou Jingwei went to the nearest hospital without hesitation.

Cheng Weiyue felt that she had a very long dream, in which she could not see the darkness.

She walked in step by step, the light became dimmer as she walked, and at the end, the black tide surged, almost engulfing her.

She was really scared until she heard someone calling her name.

The voice said: "Yueyue, wake up."

So the tide-like darkness began to fade away little by little, the sky suddenly brightened, and the end of the dream was the back of Zhou Jingwei in his clothes.

She finally opened her eyes slowly, and saw the person in her dream sitting beside her bed, the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were full of worry.

He shook his hand and asked himself if there was anything uncomfortable.

Cheng Weiyue slowly shook her head and said no, she was just a little thirsty.

The water dispenser was placed opposite the bed. Zhou Jingwei checked the temperature of her forehead first, then got up and said, "I'll pour you some water."

Cheng Weiyue sat up with her elbows propped up.

Her face was pale and a little sick.

Zhou Jingwei handed her warm water and said in a low voice, "If it's hot, say it."

Cheng Weiyue said it wasn't hot, it was just right.

They were speechless, and the room was silent for a while.

Zhou Jingwei's cell phone vibrated, and a call came in.

He glanced at the number, turned the screen of the phone on his lap, and said softly, "I'm going out to answer a call."

Cheng Weiyue nodded.

Zhou Jingwei put aside the water glass she drank from, and there was still half a glass of water in it, shaking the water marks on the wall of the glass.

There was no one in the aisle, only a few nurses and doctors passing by in a hurry.

Zhou Jingwei answered the phone and heard Zhao Ximo's voice from the other end. He said, "Jingwei, where are you?"

"I'm in the hospital. Weiyue has a fever. I'll be with her in the hospital." Zhou Jingwei paused and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"What's going on during this period of time, is everyone fighting with the hospital?" Zhao Ximo smiled wryly, and her voice became very low: "Sangsang is pregnant."

This time, Zhou Jingwei was silent for a long time.

Zhao Ximo sighed, and said: "This child came at an inappropriate time, but I... I looked at her face, and I couldn't say no to it."

"Calm down," Zhou Jingwei supported the frame of the mirror, his eyes were cold after the cold light from the mirror, and he said, "You should know what method is the best."

Zhao Ximo's breathing became heavier, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, don't you understand?" Zhou Jingwei said indifferently and rationally enough: "This child can't be had."

After he finished speaking, he noticed Cheng Weiyue standing at the door of the ward.

Time seemed to be frozen, and the little girl's face was pale and pale, and she was looking at him in astonishment.

Zhao Ximo on the other end was about to speak when he heard a busy tone from the receiver.

But Zhou Jingwei hung up the phone and walked towards Cheng Weiyue with long legs.

His eyes fixed on her without blinking, the eagerness in his eyes was almost straightforward.

It's just that when he spoke, his voice was rarely flustered.

He said, "Yueyue, don't think about it."

Cheng Weiyue did think of some other things, such as Sun Pinting who was lying in a pool of blood in the box at that time.

It may be that the class difference is so great that even children are not tolerated.

Seeing Cheng Weiyue's silent expression, Zhou Jingwei knew that she was stimulated.

He gently held her shoulder with his hand, and whispered: "We... let's go in and rest first, shall we?"

Cheng Weiyue said yes, she looks very good.

But after sitting on the hospital bed again, she hugged her knees and shrunk herself into a small ball.

The arc of her eyes was clean and clear, so those emotions were not concealed, and they were directly exposed in front of him.

Zhou Jingwei felt as if his heart had been stabbed by something.

His Adam's apple rolled quickly, and he stretched out his hand towards her tentatively, with a tense tone: "Little Moon, hold my hand, okay?"

(End of this chapter)