deliberate kiss

Chapter 395 A false alarm

"Who do you think you are, what right do you have to say these things to me! I'm Zhou Jingwei's father, how I want to treat my son, it's not up to you, an outsider, to point fingers!"

Zhou Bingquan glanced at Cheng Weiyue disdainfully, with indescribable contempt in his eyes: "Cheng Weiyue, don't think that you and Jing Wei are in a relationship, you can make unreasonable comments on me!"

If it were the old Cheng Weiyue, she would probably be forced back by such blunt words, and would choose to remain silent no matter how complicated her emotions were.

But now, she just looked at Zhou Bingquan calmly, without being affected by his words in the slightest: "Why am I not qualified to say these words to you? I will be the one who will spend the rest of my life with Zhou Jingwei, of course I am qualified."

"You have such a big tone!" Zhou Bingquan looked at Cheng Weiyue in disbelief, and he couldn't believe what she said: "Whom Zhou Jingwei wants to marry, I am his father, I have the final say!"

"What you say doesn't count." Zhou Jingwei has been looking at Cheng Weiyue, seeing the firmness and protection in her eyebrows and eyes when she speaks for herself.

So at this moment, when he spoke, he was equally firm.

"Zhou Jingwei!" After being angry, there was embarrassment of not being able to get off the stage, and Zhou Bingquan's expression showed heartache: "We are two fathers and sons, do we have to go to war like this?"

"I didn't intend to go to war with you, not to mention that you misunderstood me, and I didn't hide from you."

Zhou Jingwei finally raised his eyes to look at Zhou Bingquan, the corners of his lips were slightly cold, his jade-like face was extremely cold: "But please don't hurt Weiyue, otherwise I'm not sure what I will do."

Zhou Bingquan really wanted to yell at Zhou Jingwei, asking him how his conscience was when he talked to his father like this.

But he still has important things to do.

Therefore, he endured it, looked at Zhou Jingwei with scorching eyes, and said, "I asked you to come here today because I have something to tell you. You let everyone who is irrelevant go out."

"There is no irrelevant person here." Zhou Jingwei put Cheng Weiyue's hand in his palm and held it tightly: "That's it, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

"Cheng Weiyue, you go out, I have something to say to my son." Seeing that Zhou Jingwei couldn't say anything, Zhou Bingquan issued another ultimatum to Cheng Weiyue: "It's best not to meddle in other people's business. , you better not listen!"

"Uncle," Cheng Weiyue rubbed Zhou Jingwei's phalanx with her fingertips, with a gesture of dependence and closeness: "Jingwei said he won't let me go, so I won't go."

"You!" Zhou Bingquan was half dead with anger.

His chest was heaving and unsteady, he covered his chest with one hand, bent over and coughed: "Zhou Jingwei, sooner or later, I will be pissed to death by you, a rebellious son!"

Zhou Jingwei's brows and eyes were sparse, and his expression was cold.

But Zhou Bingquan saw that there was no room for change in the matter, so he gave up, and just said in a deep voice: "I ask you, where are the relics of the Lin family? And your mother's old things, why am I in the old house?" Can't see them all?"

"Not anymore."

"What do you mean by not being here?" Zhou Bingquan's voice involuntarily raised his voice twice: "You should explain clearly to me, what do you mean by not being here?"

"It's all burned." Zhou Jingwei seemed to be talking about an insignificant matter, and his expression didn't even show any waves.

But Cheng Weiyue clearly felt the coldness of his palm.

"Who burned it? Did you burn it?" Zhou Bingquan looked at Zhou Jingwei angrily: "What right do you have to burn your mother's relics?"

"I just obeyed my mother's last wish. She said that Zhou's house is dirty, and she doesn't want her things to stay in Zhou's house." Zhou Jingwei said this, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips: "You still want to Do you want to continue asking?"

Zhou Bingquan's face turned green and pale, and he seemed to be unable to catch his breath. His breathing was abnormally heavy. After a long while, he asked in a trembling voice, "Where did you burn it? Where did you burn it!"

Zhou Jingwei said that in the back mountain of Zhou's house, after the burning was over, it was blown away by the wind and it was clean.

Zhou Bingquan froze in place for a long time before he stumbled out as if he had just woken up from a dream.

His back was like a child who was at a loss, showing a bit of panic.

Cheng Weiyue saw it very clearly.

But Zhou Jingwei looked at Zhou Bingquan's leaving back and said nothing.

Until Cheng Weiyue shook his hand and asked him: "Zhou Jingwei, let's go buy plum cakes together, shall we?"

It is a small snack at the entrance of the hospital. Zhou Jingwei has never eaten it, but he still agrees.

On a winter morning, many people came to the hospital to register for medicines. Cheng Weiyue and Zhou Jingwei walked out against the flow of people. From the beginning to the end, Zhou Jingwei held her hand tightly.

The person who bought the plum cake was an elderly woman. When she saw Zhou Jingwei, she suddenly said, "You child, I have seen you before."

Cheng Weiyue couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Grandma, where have you seen him?"

"I used to sell breakfast at the entrance of the hospital, but recently changed to a stall that makes plum cakes. He came to my place to buy breakfast, saying that he bought it for the girl he likes."

At this point, the old woman looked at Cheng Weiyue and smiled thoughtfully: "This girl is you, right? Did he chase you?"

Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhou Jingwei in surprise.

The plum cake is sweet and greasy in the mouth, and the nuts spread on the surface are sweet and sour, and the taste is very good.

Cheng Weiyue sat in the passenger seat holding a pastry, looked at Zhou Jingwei for a long time, and asked, "Is it the time when I was allergic to alcohol?"

At that time, she was Zhao Hanchen's girlfriend.

Zhou Jingwei said softly "Yes", he looked at Cheng Weiyue, with tender eyes: "I told you, I fell in love at first sight."

Cheng Weiyue's heart was beating violently.

She looked down at the steaming plum cake, her ears were red, she didn't know what to say.

Zhou Jingwei stroked her hair and asked her if she wanted to go to the company?
What happened this morning was a false alarm, and now both of them are relieved.

Cheng Weiyue said yes.

She does have a lot of work to do.

Rainbow Media, Office.

Lan Rong bit his pen and sketched on the script, looking very serious.

(End of this chapter)