deliberate kiss

Outside the gate of the press conference, the sun is dazzling.

Just after the snow stopped, the snow piled up quietly on the ground, reflecting the white light.

Cheng Weiyue's eyes hurt from being dazzled by such a dazzling white, and she heard the overwhelming sound of shutters behind her, as well as Chu Manxiao's hoarse murmur, she said: "I stole Zhong Qing's life."

Cheng Weiyue heard it, rubbed her eyes, and saw Zhou Jingwei standing in front of her.

He held a thick down jacket in his hand, and put it on himself without saying a word, and then hugged himself with the clothes into his arms, he sighed in his ear, and said, "Is it cold? "

Cheng Weiyue didn't answer, but just put her arms around his neck and hooked him very hard.

That's great, it's all over.

Chu Manxiao's police report came out soon. It didn't say what crime she had committed, but it mentioned the final sentence, which was 20 years in prison.

Instigated murder, this sentence cannot be said to be good or bad.It's just that according to Chu Manxiao's current age, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive.

Just as Cheng Weiyue expected, Chu Manxiao's farce was quickly suppressed by the Chu family.

In the eyes of the public, all they know is that this once-popular director is actually a thief who stole the lives of others.

"Blue House Qiongyu", which originally had Chu Manxiao's name written on it, was also replaced with Zhong Qing's name.

And everyone's life is still moving forward in an orderly manner.

Lin Miaoyu left Rainbow Media, and it is said that she went to Syracuse and opened a flower shop.

And Cheng Weiyue was resting at home, watching Zhou Jingwei write wedding invitations when she was bored.

Zhou Jingwei has been casual and carefree all his life, he doesn't pay attention to anything, and is indifferent and calm about everything.

But such a person still couldn't escape the custom. He sat in the study and wrote the invitation letter line by line with Lan Mo's brush.

The wedding is scheduled for mid-January, which is said to be the days when the snow is the heaviest.

Fortunately, there are not many people invited, so I won't break my hand writing.

Cheng Weiyue likes to see Zhou Jingwei writing with a brush, the ink color rendering the light yellow, his eyes are downcast, his head is slightly lowered, his brows are full of indescribable elegance, he is the person in the painting.

And when he noticed her gaze, he would always put down his brush, hold her face with his ink-stained hands, and kiss her lips lightly.

He said, "Little Moon, I finally married you home."

Cheng Weiyue smiled and asked him: "Then do you have any other wishes?"

Zhou Jingwei shook his head, he was too serious to say: "I don't want anything else."

He has already obtained the treasure he most wants to have in his life.

Cheng's Alzheimer's disease is always good and bad, but on Cheng Weiyue's wedding day, it is really rare to be sober.

It was a very Chinese-style wedding. The alleys of Tinglan Hutong were narrow and long, and the small roads made of bluestones were covered with red carpets. The road stretched out for more than ten miles, and it was noisy and lively.

On both sides of the road, there were dowry gifts prepared by Zhou Jingwei for Cheng Weiyue, densely packed, from the beginning of the red carpet to the end.

Cheng Weiyue was wearing a red bridal gown, just like Zhou Jingwei's smile when he first saw her.

The phoenix crown and xiapei, and the bead curtain covering the face swayed gently as she walked.

When Zhou Jingwei saw Cheng Weiyue's eyes, they were round and bright, with a fine gleam of water, which made people feel the urge to kiss. …

Cheng Cun led Cheng Weiyue, crossed the threshold, and walked in front of Zhou Jingwei.

He said, "Jingwei, my baby girl is in your hands."

A very solemn sentence, as soon as he spoke, Zhao Ruolan couldn't help crying.

Cheng Cunzheng didn't cry, but the hand holding Cheng Weiyue trembled a little.

Zhou Jingwei looked at Cheng Weiyue, he couldn't be more serious, he said: "Dad, don't worry, I won't let Yueyue be wronged, as high as I can stand, I will praise her as high as I can. I won't ask anyone to bully her."

"I know, I know." Cheng Cun murmured.

He patted Zhou Jingwei on the shoulder, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Jingwei, come over here, I have something to say to you in private."

And Zhao Ruolan came over, took Cheng Weiyue's arm, and said: "You guys go, I am here to accompany Yueyue."

The courtyard is decorated with the unique red color of newlyweds, which is festive and lively.

It can be seen that the old couple decorated it with great care.

Cheng Cun pulled Zhou Jingwei and walked aside.

He smiled wryly, and said: "My memory is getting worse and worse now. I'm afraid I'll forget some things. I want to tell you now that my memory is good."

Zhou Jingwei's eyebrows moved slightly: "Dad, tell me."

Cheng Cun sighed and said, "To tell you the truth, Weiyue is not my child."

"Dad, I already knew about this." Zhou Jingwei paused and said, "Weiyue doesn't know, and I'm not going to tell her. Both you and Mom are very kind to her. Proud to be your daughter."

Cheng Cun's eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You know? When did you know?"

Zhou Jingwei said: "These are not important. Dad, you are Weiyue's father in my heart. I will not tell Weiyue about this without authorization. I also think that you don't need to tell Weiyue."

Cheng Cun didn't expect that the matter he had been struggling with for so long was no longer a secret.

He shed tears, choked with sobs, "Jingwei, I regard Yueyue as my own daughter, you should treat her better, do you understand?"

Zhou Jingwei took a deep look at Cheng Cun, then suddenly bent his legs and knelt down.

He raised four fingers in a gesture of oath, "I swear here, I will treat her well all my life, if I break this oath, life after life, life after life, everyone will betray their relatives, break and die."

Cheng Weiyue didn't know what Zhou Jingwei and Cheng Zun said inside, but when they came out, they had very natural expressions.

Zhou Jingwei looked at Cheng Weiyue's curious eyes, smiled politely, squatted down in front of her, and said: "The road is too narrow, the car is parked outside, I will carry you out."

Cheng Weiyue didn't hesitate, and readily followed her word.

Cheng Weiyue has walked this long and narrow path many times since she was a child.

It's just that there has never been a time like this state of mind.

Her face was pressed against Zhou Jingwei's neck, and her voice was soft: "Zhou Jingwei, is this what it feels like to be married?"

"It's not getting married." Zhou Jingwei paused, his steps were more steady, and he said, "This is marrying a princess."

It was obviously a sweet talk, but Zhou Jingwei said it too seriously, and he didn't lie at all.

Cheng Weiyue smiled sweetly, "Then the ones on both sides of the road are the prince's bride price?"

Zhou Jingwei walked forward step by step, and said firmly, "It's a knight."

Cheng Cun and Zhao Ruolan have been following behind them all the time, watching Cheng Weiyue's back, tears filled their eyes.