deliberate kiss

"Who's going to cry!" Cheng Weiyue patted him on the shoulder: "There are so many people! I'm so ashamed to cry on your back, I won't do this!"

Seeing her like this, Zhou Jingwei had a deep smile on his lips: "It's good if it doesn't happen like this. If you cry, I will coax you again."

The two were joking all the way, and all the sounds around them became far, far away.

They depended on each other in the wind and snow, as if there were only the two of them left in this noisy and vast world.

How wonderful, Cheng Weiyue thought, if it could be like this, how wonderful it would be.

She will definitely hide Zhou Jingwei as a rare treasure, as her heart, and give him the best everything she has.

Because she loves his past, the burden on him, and his inability to control himself.

She also understood him, and it was necessary to understand his feelings.

Love is originally tolerance and partiality.

Ling'an Temple was really overcrowded, but the abbot came out at the first time and received Zhou Jingwei and Cheng Weiyue.

"This is the person the benefactor asked for last time, right?" The abbot was very impressed with Zhou Jingwei, not to mention that the Zhou Group just donated ten more Buddhist temples to Ling'an Temple a few days ago, so he was already deeply impressed. It deepened even more.

Zhou Jingwei smiled, hugged Cheng Weiyue's shoulders, and said, "Abbot, please lead the way."

And Cheng Weiyue lowered her head inadvertently, and saw Zhou Jingwei's drenched trousers.

With such heavy snow, it was difficult for him to bring himself all the way up.

"The almsgiver won't come up until New Year's Eve, so there won't be so many pilgrims in the temple." The abbot smiled compassionately and led them to a secluded wing.

Zhou Jingwei smiled and said, "Be lively, my girlfriend likes to mess around."

The abbot pushed open the door of the wing room, clasped his hands together, and bowed: "The conditions are limited, please don't mind."

Zhou Jingwei returned the salute with a mild tone: "The abbot is polite."

His posture is humble, and he really looks like a devout believer.

Cheng Weiyue looked at his side face, and for some reason, a similar feeling of emotion surged in her heart.

The two walked in with the abbot, the room was simple but clean, with two single beds, and the paper window could see the bright snow outside.

"The room is this room. If you have any needs, you can talk to me, or my disciples, meditate." The abbot paused, looked at Zhou Jingwei, with a bit of gratitude: "Ling'an Temple It can be repaired again, thank you benefactor."

"It's just a fulfillment of a wish. The marriage talisman here is very spiritual," Zhou Jingwei smiled with his lips bent, and his tone was gentle and flat: "I got my wish."

The abbot smiled knowingly, and met Zhou Jingwei's eyes, and the two of them had a kind of tacit smile.

Cheng Weiyue inevitably got a little curious, and when the host left, she asked Zhou Jingwei, "Didn't you say that what you want is for me to be free from illness and disaster? How did it become a marriage talisman?"

"Well, I've asked for it, so it's considered a marriage talisman, and you know it." Zhou Jingwei's lips curled into a casual smile, and he sighed in a half-true way: "What should I do?"

"Of course you told me!" Cheng Weiyue couldn't wait to ask: "So, what did you write?"

"You can see it when you find it, it's on that acacia tree." Zhou Jingwei stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair and asked her which bed she wanted to sleep on.

Cheng Wei's focus is on the marriage talisman.

The history of that acacia tree is probably much longer than that of the temple. There are thousands of red silk talisman papers on it, densely covering the whole tree. How could she find which one was written by Zhou Jingwei.

"The prayers are repeated over and over again, but just those sentences, why don't you just tell me?" Cheng Weiyue blinked her eyes eagerly: "Just say what you say."

The smile in Zhou Jingwei's eyes was helpless, and he whispered: "It's too nasty, I feel a little embarrassed myself."

"You wrote everything." Cheng Weiyue pinched the corner of his clothes coquettishly: "What do you say!"

Just in time, a phone call came in, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.

Zhou Jingwei took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, it was Zhou Siheng.

He knew that he was with Cheng Weiyue now, if there was no important matter, he would not contact him.

So he connected the phone: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Weiyue was very close, so she also heard Zhou Siheng on the other end of the phone saying: "Brother, if you have time, can you come back? Something happened to Zhou's family"

"I'm on the mountain now, so it's not convenient to come down. If it's not something important, you can handle it yourself." Zhou Jingwei immediately refused.

And Zhou Siheng was silent for a moment, and his voice became lower and lower: "You should come back. Zhou Shan attempted suicide and is still in the intensive care unit. Now her husband Ke Mingyu is in the ancestral hall of Zhou's old house, and he insists on seeing you."

The light in Zhou Jingwei's eyes was tinged with coldness and coldness: "Zhou Shan committed suicide, what did he ask me for?"

"The Ke family means that if you hadn't forced Zhou Shan to hand over her aunt's belongings at the Ke family, Zhou Shan would not have committed suicide."

Zhou Siheng paused, and continued: "It doesn't matter what the Ke family thinks, what is important is that Zhou Lingshan is taking the lead to speak for the Ke family, and wants you to give an explanation."

"I can't handle this matter, you'd better come back."

Zhou Jingwei hung up the phone and saw Cheng Weiyue looking at him.

He has always been rational and knows when to make what decisions to minimize losses and injuries.

But at this moment, he knew what he should do, but he was still softened by her. He kissed her brows and said in an apologetic voice, "I may have to go back and deal with this matter, little moon. If you are sad, I will I can also stay with you."

Cheng Weiyue looked down at the creases on the corners of his clothes, she looked very obedient: "Zhou Jingwei, you go, I can do it by myself." She said without hesitation.

Zhou Jingwei admitted that his heart ached, his temples throbbed, pulling on the most sensitive and delicate nerves, tingling inch by inch.

He stroked her hair and said softly: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, I will definitely be back."

Cheng Weiyue said yes, and did not forget to remind him to pay attention to safety on the road.

Zhou Jingwei glanced at the sky outside, and told Cheng Weiyue not to run around in the temple alone.

"But I want to find the marriage talisman you put."

Zhou Jingwei scratched the bridge of her nose: "Then wait until the snow stops before going, not now."

Cheng Weiyue elongated her tone and said slowly.

When Zhou Jingwei left, the heavy snow on Ling'an Temple Mountain was much lighter.

Cheng Weiyue went outside and met the disciple Jingxin whom the host was talking about.

He is a little monk with a pink and jade-carved appearance. He is quite blessed and cute, which makes people feel happy when they see it.