deliberate kiss

Chapter 439 is a threat
Jiang Jinran had already calmed down from his negative and depressed emotions. At this moment, he pondered Zhou Jingwei's words carefully, and finally turned his attention to Ye Yi, and said in a deep voice: "Please tell me clearly, why Weiyue was a child when she was young?" Lost?"

It's not concealment, it's just that Ye Yi doesn't know about these past events.

Everyone told him that Weiyue was kidnapped, that's why she disappeared.

But he didn't go into the inside story.

After all, who would feel that the words of their closest relatives may be mixed with lies and deceit?
Ye Yi is the same, he doesn't think so.

Zhou Jingwei's words made his eyes feel like sadness welling up.

He opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Mr. Zhou, you shouldn't slander my parents just because of your own selfishness."

"Whether I'm slandering you or not, you can understand." Zhou Jingwei got up, he supported the table with one hand, the water-polished marble was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his figure in a black suit, with an imposing manner.

"Ye Yi, I won't interfere with Weiyue's social life, nor will I prevent you from meeting her, but I hope you will keep abreast of it. If you say something that shouldn't be said, I don't mind using some means to make you never Can't see her."

After the sentence was finished, both Jiang Jinran and Ye Yi's expressions were ugly.

It was Jiang Jinran who spoke first, coldly: "What do you mean by that? Is it a threat?"

"If the threat is effective," Zhou Jingwei smiled, and his voice sank further: "Then I am threatening now."

Cheng Weiyue slept deeply, until the smell of ebony and aloes approached, she waved her hand subconsciously, and her palm was gently held.

Zhou Jingwei kissed the back of her hand and said in an infinitely gentle voice, "Hey, go to sleep."

Cheng Weiyue felt that in front of Zhou Jingwei, she would turn into a kitten, the very obedient kind.

So a good night's sleep, not even a dream.

When I woke up, the morning light was faint, and the morning glow was splashing on the sky, which was magnificent.

Zhou Jingwei had already left, Cheng Weiyue touched the quilt, there was no body temperature inside.

How do you get up so early?
She could not help being more surprised.

The next moment, the door was opened from the outside, and Zhou Jingwei walked in with a steaming breakfast.

"Are you awake?" Zhou Jingwei saw the little girl standing in front of him, touched her head with a hand that was not carrying anything, and said, "I'm going out to buy you breakfast, and I'll go to the set after breakfast."

If Cheng Weiyue remembers correctly, the countryside is remote and there are no breakfast shops around.

She followed Zhou Jingwei to the sofa, and asked curiously, "Where did you buy breakfast?"

"It's over there at the intersection of the highway." Zhou Jingwei paused, and said, "There are too many people queuing up. I waited a long time to get there. They are all your favorite morning tea snacks."

Cheng Weiyue knows the name of the breakfast shop at the highway intersection called Teng'an Xiaoju.

Seriously speaking, it is a morning tea shop.

As soon as the lid is lifted, you can smell the aroma of food.

Zhou Jingwei packed another bowl of porridge, put it aside, blew it cold one by one, and then handed it to Cheng Weiyue's lips.

And Cheng Weiyue took a bite of the sweet and crisp shrimp meat inside the shrimp dumpling, her eyes lit up immediately, and she said to Zhou Jingwei, "Try it quickly, this shrimp dumpling is really delicious."

The joy and contentment in her voice made Zhou Jingwei feel very happy.

He looked into her eyes, unconsciously indulging in warmth.

"I may have to go back to Jingcheng in the next two days. If you like to eat, I will ask someone to pack and buy it every day and deliver it to you in the morning."

Zhou Jingwei tidied up the broken hair at the temples for Cheng Weiyue, his eyes were filled with indescribable nostalgia: "Whatever Yueyue wants to eat, I will find it for you."

Cheng Weiyue didn't take it seriously, she just joked: "What if I want the stars in the sky?"

However, Zhou Jingwei seemed to have thought of this problem a long time ago.

He chuckled, and said without any hesitation: "I heard that there is now a rocket launch project to collect meteorites abroad. If you like it, I'll get you some rocks from outer space."

Cheng Weiyue's eyes widened, "Why are you talking so seriously?"

"Everything Yueyue asks, I will answer seriously." Zhou Jingwei said.

Later, Cheng Weiyue had almost finished her breakfast, so Zhou Jingwei ate her leftover porridge and snacks.

His little moon doesn't like to waste, and he feels that eating a bowl of food with her is a very satisfying thing.

The weather was getting colder and colder. When going out, Zhou Jingwei brought Cheng Weiyue a thick coat.

Cheng Weiyue didn't know where he bought it, it was thick and heavy, pink, and unspeakably bloated.

Cheng Weiyue refused at first, "In fact, I don't think the weather is so cold."

But there is a kind of cold, called your boyfriend thinks you are cold.

"Going to the set, there is heating indoors, so you don't need to wear it, but it's easy to get cold when getting in and out of the car on the road, so you still have to wear it."

When Zhou Jingwei said this, he kissed Cheng Weiyue's cheek just right, almost coaxing gently: "Yueyue, don't make me worry about you, okay?"

The words have come to this point, how can Cheng Weiyue say it badly.

It's just that such a thick piece of clothing was worn on the set, but it still didn't escape Lan Rong's poisonous tongue.

"Cheng Weiyue, I really didn't mean you. It hasn't snowed yet. Why are you dressed like this?" Lan Rong looked Cheng Weiyue up and down, shook his head, and sighed repeatedly: "It really is Three years of being pregnant."

Cheng Weiyue was not polite, and directly greeted the script on the back of his head.

The sound of "snap" also sounds strangely painful.

Lan Rong resisted the urge to cry out, gritted his teeth and looked at Cheng Weiyue, and said, "You don't have to do such a cruel thing! Cheng Weiyue, I'm a movie star after all, and I have fans!"

"Oh," Cheng Weiyue gave him a cool look: "After all, I'm stupid, so don't argue with me."

Meng Tingxu, who was sitting in the distance reading the script, burst out laughing.

Lan Rong trembled coldly, pointed at Cheng Weiyue with his fingertips, and said "you" for a long time, but he didn't think of saying something powerful to fight back.

And Meng Tingxu closed the script, walked towards Cheng Weiyue, and said, "Weiyue, let's hurry up and shoot."

"Have you had breakfast?" Cheng Weiyue asked with concern.

Meng Tingxu said that he had eaten.

Cheng Weiyue walked over and kicked Lan Rong's stool, "It's time to fix the makeup."

Lan Rong was really going to die of anger, "Why don't you pretend? Cheng Weiyue, why don't you ask me if I've eaten? As a director, why don't you have any humanitarian care at all."

After Cheng Weiyue was said that, she was still very calm, with a half smile but not a smile: "You think I care about you so much? Do you want Zhou Jingwei to bring you breakfast tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)