deliberate kiss

Chapter 197 Love Is Weakness
After a long silence, he spoke again with a hoarse voice: "But little moon, I feel sorry for you." Zhou Jingwei was extraordinarily silent at night, and when changing her dressing, he acted cautiously, showing unspeakable love.

Cheng Weiyue curled up on his knees.Opening a pair of clear and clean eyes, asked him what's wrong?
Zhou Jingwei said it's nothing, it's just that you got hurt, and I'm afraid.

This is the first time Cheng Weiyue has heard such a word from Zhou Jingwei's mouth, and the ending is still trembling slightly.

So Cheng Weiyue smiled at him with her face up, and said softly: "Zhou Jingwei, I'm fine, nothing happened."

Zhou Jingwei said he knew, paused, and his voice became softer: "But I can't control myself."

He was not such a person who worried about gain and loss in the past, but after being with Cheng Weiyue, he became cautious and easily afraid.

In the end, it was just because he loved her.

Love makes people weak.

Cheng Weiyue didn't take this little episode to heart, but woke up in the middle of the night, and there was no one beside her.

Most of her sleepiness was awake, and she subconsciously got up to look for him.

In the study room there was faintly agitated piano sound.

Cheng Weiyue has never heard Zhou Jingwei play the piano, he is such a refined and noble person, it seems that he is more suitable to sit in a high place, and appreciate the piano sound given by the world indifferently.

And his piano sound shouldn't be so aggressive.

But this night, Cheng Weiyue stood at the door of the study, and saw Zhou Jingwei sitting silently and quietly in front of the piano through the faint moonlight coming in through the window sills. The moonlight portrayed his figure into a beautiful silhouette.

He is playing, very lonely gesture.

Only then did Cheng Weiyue finally understand how much her injury had affected him.

The moment the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, she walked towards him.

The moonlight was deserted, she hugged him from behind, her face pressed against his back, her voice could not be softer: "Zhou Jingwei"

He spoke with a hoarse voice: "Did I wake you up?"

"The door of the study room is closed, how could you wake me up, I woke up by myself." Cheng Weiyue hugged him tighter.

The latter seemed to be sighing, turned around, and hugged her tenderly and pitifully in his arms.

A person like Zhou Jingwei is careless, cold and willful, except for Cheng Weiyue, no one can see his tender and soft side.

Hearing his apologetic voice, Cheng Weiyue said, "Don't worry."

After a brief silence, Cheng Weiyue looked up at him: "Zhou Jingwei, can you tell me what are you afraid of?"

The moonlight is getting stronger, covering people like an impenetrable net.

During the process of rubbing Zhou Jingwei's lips against Weiyue's forehead, it was cold and soft.

His voice was hoarse with memories of the past: "Yueyue, do you know why I am so afraid of you getting hurt? Because getting hurt always reminds me of some very bad things."

"When I was 17 years old, my mother's bipolar disorder was severe. That year, she always hit the wall with her head when everyone was neglecting her. There was always blood on her head."

Cheng Weiyue touched the back of her head subconsciously.

She understood Zhou Jingwei's abnormality, and a faint apology welled up in her heart.

The most wrong thing in this world is to let the people who love you worry about you.

Cheng Weiyue understood this truth when she was very young.

And Zhou Jingwei just shook his head slowly, bent down slightly, and hugged her tightly without any gap.

He said, "That's not your fault, it's my own demons."

"At that time, every time my mother was injured, I would play the piano to calm her emotions. She refused to approach anyone, and only I could be by her side and approach her."

When Zhou Jingwei said this, he smiled wryly: "But I don't know when, the sound of the piano has become a tool for me to vent. In that impenetrable Zhou family, every word and deed is required to conform to the norms, and the sound of the piano is one of them. Not much to go overboard."

Cheng Weiyue quietly listened to Zhou Jingwei's words, she suddenly thought of something, and her tone was a little cheerful: "Zhou Jingwei, I can actually play the piano."

The latter finally had a smile in his eyes, and he followed her words and asked, "What will Yueyue play?"

Cheng Weiyue smiled slyly: "Do you want to hear it?"

Zhou Jingwei said he thought about it.

So in such a gloomy night, Cheng Weiyue touched the black and white keys clumsily with her fingers.

She was probably a little nervous, she couldn't help but look at him, and said, "Maybe I can't play well."

"How come?" He kissed her side face, and said softly, "The little princess plays everything nicely."

Cheng Weiyue's ears were a little red with the naked eye.

She made a mental preparation and pressed the first note.

It was almost out of tune, Zhou Jingwei listened to it hard, and vaguely heard the melody of twinkling and twinkling in it.

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a little more interest in his eyes.

Cheng Weiyue finished playing a simple nursery rhyme, looked at Zhou Jingwei eagerly, and asked without confidence: "Does it sound good?"

Zhou Jingwei said it nicely.

"Really?" Cheng Weiyue smiled brightly, she said softly: "Zhou Jingwei, there will be many stars at night, you don't have to be afraid of the dark, I will always stay by your side."

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Arriving as scheduled on Monday, Cheng Weiyue arrived at the second floor of Rainbow Media according to the position posted by HR.

The heat that hits the face makes people dizzy, with the smell of spices.

Cheng Weiyue saw several professionally dressed young men and women sitting behind the desk.

One of the older women looked Cheng Weiyue up and down, and said seriously: "Miss Cheng, right?"

Cheng Weiyue nodded and said, "Hi, I'm Cheng Weiyue."

"Miss Cheng is applying for a director?" The woman flipped through the resume in front of her.

"Yes, I majored in directing in college."

The woman read the resume page by page, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her voice was much softer, and she said slowly: "Miss Cheng, I have read your resume before, and just confirmed it again, you are very good, but I don't know if you are interested in experiencing other products of our company. post."

Cheng Weiyue was stunned, a little caught off guard: "Excuse me. What is your position?"

"Entertainer." The woman's tone was very firm: "Miss Cheng, your appearance is particularly outstanding. If you want, you can also be an artiste in our agency. I'm sure, in time, you will become popular."

Cheng Weiyue's smile deepened, and she said in a gentle tone: "First of all, thank you for your affirmation of me, but I don't have this ambition, I want to be a director."

The woman shook her head regretfully, and couldn't help persuading and reminding: "If you become a director, this road will only be more difficult. Miss Cheng, the competition in the entertainment industry is fierce, and female directors are more difficult to succeed than male directors."

(End of this chapter)