deliberate kiss

Chapter 297 Strange and Not Blame

There were clear tears in her eyes, and she looked at Zhou Jingwei with misty eyes, her voice choked up: "Jingwei, mom is having a nightmare."

Her tone was aggrieved, and her mood seemed unstable.

"What nightmare?" Zhou Jingwei said in a deep voice, supporting Lin Xuansu who was about to fall in front of him with both hands, and said in a soothing tone: "Sit down first, and tell me slowly."

"Xuansu." Zhou Bingquan, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly said in a hoarse voice, with a slightly painful expression on his face, and he said in a pleading tone: "Don't do this, Jingwei finally came back once, let him Have a good meal, okay?"

Lin Xuansu's back froze for a moment, she unconsciously tightened her hand holding Zhou Jingwei's sleeve, and a tangled and painful expression appeared on her face.

But it was only for a moment, and soon, she regained her crazy and restless appearance, and said in her mouth: "There is a fire, a big fire, and my hands are almost burned. Your grandpa and uncle are standing In front of me, their backs are covered in blood, all of a sudden!"

When Lin Xuansu said this, with a ferocious smile on his lips, he looked up at Zhou Jingwei: "Suddenly there was a 'bang', and they jumped off the roof."

"Calm down." Zhou Jingwei looked at her crying and laughing expression, and said in a low voice: "Those are all dreams, not real."

"It's true, why isn't it true?" Lin Xuansu grinned, her eyes curled up, her expression unspeakably weird: "Jing Wei, you know that before your grandfather and uncle jumped down, you told me What is it?"

Zhou Siheng, who had been sitting upright at the side, noticed that Lin Xuansu was in a daze today, and was already planning to come over to stop her.

But Zhou Jingwei just looked at her calmly, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, he couldn't hear too many emotions in his words: "I know you have grievances in your heart, I know."

Lin Xuansu's eyelashes trembled, her expression seemed to be mourning for a moment.

But soon, her expression became more determined, and she said: "You don't know! Your grandfather told your uncle! I gave birth to a child for my enemy, and I will be ashamed of the Lin family for the rest of my life! Jingwei, can you You can't go underground and apologize to your grandfather and uncle?"

Zhou Bingquan's face was completely defeated.

But Zhou Jingwei looked at Lin Xuansu's face full of hatred. After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "I know what you mean. Don't worry, I won't let you see me again."

Lin Xuansu suppressed her smile, and said coldly: "What I want is not not to see you, Zhou Jingwei, I want you to die!"

It seemed that in such an instant, he returned to his youth again.

Nothing has changed, Lin Xuansu still hates everyone in the Zhou family, including herself.

Even, half of the Lin family's blood is flowing on her body.

But his birth was original sin from the very beginning.

"Xuansu!" Zhou Bingquan couldn't listen anymore, his eyes were red: "If you have anything, just come to me alone. I won't say no, but Jingwei is also your child. After so many years, Can you really have a clear conscience for him!"

Lin Xuansu's lips trembled, obviously trying to hold back the sourness, but she said with certainty: "I have a clear conscience!"

"You two don't have to argue about me. I shouldn't be coming back today." Zhou Jingwei gently let go of Lin Xuansu's arm, and the latter put his hands on the armrest of the chair, his eyes glazed over as if he was limp and powerless.

Zhou Jingwei got up, looked at Zhou Siheng who was at a loss and Zhou Bingquan who was in pain, and said: "I'll go first, I wish you and your mother all the best in the new year."

Zhou Bingquan wanted to speak out to persuade him to stay, but he muttered for a long while, but he didn't say anything after all.

Things have happened to such a point, what face does he have to keep Zhou Jingwei.

And Lin Xuansu stared blankly at the back of Zhou Jingwei's leaving, her lips parted and closed tremblingly, if you looked carefully, there was a silent "sorry".

Seeing the impasse in front of him, Zhou Siheng got up and said, "Uncle and Auntie, I'm going out to see Jingwei."

Zhou Bingquan hurriedly said: "Speak nice words to me and Jingwei. Your aunt is in a bad mood today, and she didn't intend to target him."

Not to mention Zhou Jingwei, even Zhou Siheng himself didn't believe it.

But under Zhou Bingquan's earnest gaze, Zhou Siheng still nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will tell you."

Zhou Bingquan said thank you in a sincere tone.

Zhou Jingwei was overtaken by Zhou Siheng who rushed over. The latter got into Zhou Jingwei's car, sat in the back seat, and said in an uneasy tone: "Brother, Auntie doesn't know what happened today. Don't take it to heart."

"She always does things according to her own will, and I'm used to it, not to mention I have no right to blame her." Zhou Jingwei's tone was calm, and he couldn't really hear the slightest bit of anger, and he repeated in a low voice: "I don't blame her. "

"It's fine if you don't blame me." Zhou Siheng sighed, and said: "Auntie is really a little abnormal today, but when you were not here before, Auntie really often made sidelines about your recent situation in front of me, she is very concerned about you. "

Zhou Jingwei never took the illusory things to heart.

Like parental love.

He glanced at Zhou Siheng's solemn expression from the rearview mirror, and said, "Why do you seem to be in a worse mood than me?"

Hearing this, Zhou Siheng rarely spoke seriously to Zhou Jingwei: "Brother, my parents died early, thanks to my uncle for taking care of me when I was young, I regard you as my real brother in my heart, I really hope that you and your uncle and aunt can Clear up the suspicion as soon as possible."

Zhou Jingwei smiled softly, with a calm tone: "Si Heng, not everyone can clear up their past suspicions. How can they clear up their past suspicions if they lose their lives?"

The room was dead silent and the atmosphere was oppressive.

As soon as Cheng Weiyue put the lunch on the table, she received a call from Zhou Jingwei.

He said: "I brought gifts for my uncle and aunt, can I have a bite of the leftovers?"

Cheng Weiyue's heart thumped several times, it was too fast, her face was blushing, and her words couldn't conceal her happiness: "Are you here now?"

"Well," Zhou Jingwei said with a languid smile, "I brought a pair of antique go chess for my uncle, and some silk scarves for my aunt."

"You just have a meal, what are you doing with so many things?" Cheng Weiyue blamed, but her heart was sweet.

But every woman, who doesn't want her beloved to take her father and mother into her heart.

"After all, it's New Year's Eve. It has a different meaning. You can't go there empty-handed." Zhou Jingwei stopped slowly at a red light, pointed the steering wheel with his fingertips, and said warmly, "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Cheng Weiyue said 'OK', paused and added sweetly: "The food has just been prepared, I'll wait until you arrive."

(End of this chapter)