deliberate kiss

Chapter 216
The tip of Cheng Weiyue's tongue that was kissed just now still hurts, and it sucks its nose, a little resigned: "Brother, please."

So cute.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jingwei smiled happily.

He gently kissed Cheng Weiyue's lower lip, seeing the latter's look of being cheated and wronged, coaxed: "This kiss is to reward you, it's different. My brother will pour you some water, okay?"

Cheng Weiyue said yes.

Zhou Jingwei found out that the little girl was really easy to bully when she was drunk.

So I didn't let it go, I followed the same pattern at night, and bullied him several times.

Later, when the night was dark, Zhou Jingwei held Cheng Weiyue who was sleeping in his arms with bright red lips, and pinched the center of his brows with a low smile.

The instinct of the body is really a very unreasonable thing.

How do you say that sentence, self-inflicted evil, can't live.

He looked at Cheng Weiyue's thick eyelashes, thinking that he didn't need to sleep tonight.
Li Zhao waited at the entrance of the hospital for a long time, and when he was about to leave, he saw Zhao Han's heavy black Bentley stopped beside him.

Li Zhao was already a little delirious due to the north wind, but when he saw Zhao Han coming over, he regained his energy and ran over bouncingly, saying, "Brother Shen, I thought you really didn't come to see you." Old man."

Zhao Han got down from the driver's seat while biting his cigarette. Hearing this, he sneered, with a bit of self-deprecating meaning: "You said it was my father, so I dare not come?"

"There are things you dare not do?" Li Zhao raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly: "Brother Shen, have you changed your sex?"

Originally, Li Zhao thought that Zhao Hanshen probably wouldn't answer.

But the latter clamped down the cigarette with his hand, dusted the ash with his fingertips, and suddenly said "um", saying, "I'm afraid of retribution."

Li Zhao suddenly didn't know what to say.

He was about to ask Zhao Hanchen what happened that night, and he heard him say in a calm enough tone: "Actually, there is no need to be afraid, anyway, you have already suffered retribution."

Li Zhao's IQ was not very high in the first place, but now he rubbed the back of his head, not knowing what to say.

He held back for a long time, raised his hand and patted Zhao Hanchen's shoulder, and said quite seriously: "Brother Shen, the sun always comes after the storm."

Zhao Hanchen felt that when he was young, he was more or less careless in making friends.

He looked at Li Zhao's serious face, looked away and said, "Let's go."

Many people had already surrounded Zhao Mingchen's ward, all of whom were related to the Zhao family.

Zhao Hanshen walked over with a cold face, and saw a middle-aged man crying with snot and tears, and he was still muttering something, saying something like worry.

If he didn't know, he would have thought it was his father who lived in the ward.

"Han Chen, you're here, go in and see your father."

The person who spoke was a very old elder. Zhao Han looked at his face deeply, but couldn't remember what to call him for a while.

Li Zhao, on the other hand, said thank you uncle quite sweetly.

The man smiled and said no thanks.

Zhao Han fell silent, pushed open the door of the ward and entered.

Li Zhao followed behind him, and the two met with the nurse who was about to go out after changing the medicine.

"The patient is fine, but he is overworked. You should relax when you are old." The nurse paused and asked Zhao Hanchen, "Who are you to the patient?"

Zhao Hanshen said his son.

The nurse nodded: "Then I will say a few more words. Your relatives are very concerned about your father's physical condition, and I understand that, but so many people are making noise outside every day, which is not conducive to the patient's recovery. , the patient needs rest."

Seeing that Zhao Han was silent, Li Zhao quickly said, "Miss Nurse, don't worry, we will take care of it."

The nurse said "hmm", and she inevitably looked at Zhao Hanshen a few times before leaving.

It may be right that the wealthy have no family affection.

This son doesn't seem to care at all.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Zhao Mingchen saw Zhao Hanshen and Li Zhao walk in, took a sip of hot tea, and asked, "What are you talking about at the door? Scratching, lest I hear you?"

"It's nothing, I said you won't die for a while." Zhao Han sat down on the sofa beside him, fiddled with the delicate flowers on the table.

Zhao Mingchen sneered.

And Li Zhao said hello to Uncle Zhao, and then put the gift box in Zhao Mingchen's bedside.

"This is my wish as a junior, uncle accepts it with a smile."

Zhao Mingchen said thank you in a good mood, and said that your child has a heart.

The two sang together and chatted a few words.

Zhao Hanshen watched coldly from the sidelines, and for some reason, a very funny thought suddenly came to his mind - the two of them are the kind father and the son.

Seeing that it was almost done, Li Zhao said wittily, "Uncle Zhao, then I'll go out first, you and Brother Shen can talk slowly, I'll come and see you more in the future."

Zhao Mingchen said yes and smiled happily.

Zhao Han watched silently, without any disturbance in his heart.

After Li Zhao went out, Zhao Mingchen put down the water glass in his hand, and sneered coldly: "I thought the chairman was busy with other people, and he didn't have time to come and see me, a bad old man."

Zhao Han lowered his eyes lightly, and his tone was cold: "I'm really busy, so if you have anything to say, it's better to just say it."

"You bastard!" Zhao Mingchen blushed with anger, "I'm sick! You're still mad at me like this! You bastard, you wish I could die!"

After listening to Zhao Hanshen, he smiled and said, "You can think whatever you want."

"Cold." Zhao Mingchen's tone suddenly softened: "Do we father and son have to be so at odds with each other? I'm old and I can't beat you. Can you stop telling me that my eyes are not eyes, and my eyebrows are not eyebrows?" ?”

Zhao Han lowered his eyes, and also softened his tone: "Dad, you should have a good rest, don't think so much."

"Recently, I've been thinking about whether I did something wrong, and I developed such a character for you." Zhao Mingchen laughed suddenly, and said self-deprecatingly: "I really don't know how to raise children, you It's been hard all these years."

Zhao Han frowned and his heart skipped a beat.

"Your mother passed away early, and I have strict requirements on you. It is my fault that I often ignore your emotions." Zhao Mingchen looked at Zhao Hanchen, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hanchen, but everything I do is my fault." It's for your own good. I just want to be strong, and you child will follow me and be as strong as me. "

Zhao Han opened his mouth heavily, but didn't know what to say for a while.

He was already used to the way of getting along with Zhao Mingchen without confronting him, but he didn't know how to deal with such a calm chat.

He seems to have lost the ability to deal with intimacy a long time ago.

"I'm sick this time, and I've thought about a lot of things." Zhao Mingchen smiled, and he could vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth: "I don't want to always force you to do things you don't like. Life is too short, why bother."

(End of this chapter)