deliberate kiss

Chapter 117
Cheng Weiyue doesn't want to think about how many compliments there are in this pleasing sentence, and how many of them are overtones.

"Thank you uncle for your compliment."

Very flat tone, could not hear any worry or fear.

Zhou Bingquan was a little more curious, and tapped the cane engraved with floating words with his fingertips, and his voice did not reveal any clues: "It's not a compliment, it's all the truth. After all, everyone in this world bows down for five buckets of rice, but Miss Cheng doesn't How can you put these extraneous things in your eyes, and even refuse the gift I gave you so simply."

"I'm just an ordinary person, I'm not as uncommon as you said, uncle." Cheng Weiyue knew that since Zhou Jingwei's father could find him, he must also be able to find out why he stayed by Zhou Jingwei's side in the first place.

Her voice was calm and serious: "It's just given by my uncle, it's not what I care about."

"So what Zhou Jingwei gave you is what you care about?" Zhou Bingquan smiled lowly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes did not compromise his charm, but instead added a little bit of unobtrusive depth.

He turned his head slightly to look out the window, and seemed to be kind enough to give some advice: "Jing Wei can spoil many women, and I don't object to you staying by his side, but everyone must understand their own status. do you think so?"

Zhou Bingquan's words made Cheng Weiyue's ear pricked by something.

She frowned, but couldn't say anything in rebuttal.

Things in this world are not just about love and love.Zhou Bingquan saved face for her, and he didn't speak too bluntly, which was considered kind.

The car slowly stopped at the entrance of the office, Zhou Bingquan did not rush to ask the driver to open the door for Cheng Weiyue, but instead smiled and said: "Jing Wei is really good, even if he doesn't have the aura of the Zhou family, he is good enough and dazzling. But Miss Cheng, I hope you know that without the Zhou family, Zhou Jingwei, no matter how young and promising he is, is nothing more than an upstart in Jingcheng."

Cheng Weiyue felt her heart beating fast, and her vision blurred for a while.

How powerless are ordinary people in the face of power?
About the same.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhou Bingquan looked in the rearview mirror and signaled the housekeeper in the front row to open the door with his eyes.

When Cheng Weiyue got out of the car, the sunlight was dazzling.

She blinked, held back her discomfort, and calmed down for a few minutes before walking towards the office's gate.

Cheng Weiyue wasn't very interested this day, and she didn't actually think about the future before.The three-month period between the two of them has not yet arrived, Cheng Weiyue never thought about something so far away.

But even so, Zhou Bingquan's beating today still gave her the feeling of being overwhelmed.

Everything Zhou Bingquan said was well-founded, making it impossible for her to refute.

Cai Ancheng organized a gathering of colleagues and left work two hours early in the afternoon.

While tidying up the desk, Cheng Weiyue received a message from her mother, Zhao Ruolan, asking her how her internship was going and when she would come back for dinner.

Over my ears, colleagues are discussing where to have dinner at night, which is in full swing.

Cheng Weiyue thought for a while, and replied to Zhao Ruolan: "I'll be back now."

Xue Wenran came over and asked Cheng Weiyue if he had any taboos.

"Lawyer Xue, I'm sorry, I have to go home, I won't be attending tonight's party." Cheng Weiyue said in an apologetic tone.

It was originally an ordinary party that couldn't be more ordinary, and Cheng Weiyue couldn't attend because of something, so Xue Wenran didn't force her, and asked her to go to work when she had something to do.

Tinglan Hutong still has the same simple and clean appearance. In the evening, there was a light rain and the weather was a bit humid.

Cheng Weiyue was walking in an alley that was one person wide, and heard the small noises of the draft blowing past her ears.

Everything was quiet, and Cheng Weiyue's heart, which had been restless all day for no reason, also calmed down.

Until the corner of the door, there was the roar of a locomotive, followed by a sudden brake.

Cheng Weiyue paused, walked over, and saw a very cool motorcycle.

The red fuselage, the color of the flames is like fire.

This is a motorcycle that young boys will find cool at a glance.

On the motorcycle sat a young man wearing a helmet, with a tall and straight back, wearing a cold black leather jacket.

He took off his helmet, revealing his short red hair, turned over neatly and got out of the car, the moment he turned towards Cheng Weiyue, the stud on his right ear gave off a dazzling reflection.

It was a youthful face, with sharp canine teeth showing when he smiled, and fox-like eyes slightly narrowed.

Cheng Weiyue froze in place, really didn't know who this was in front of her.

But the other party didn't see her at all, walked towards Cheng Weiyue quickly, raised her hand to rub her hair, and said with a smile: "Hey, little radish, are you so tall?"

Cheng Weiyue took a step back vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"Really or not, don't you remember me?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and his fox-eyed smile deepened: "You really have no conscience, Cheng Weiyue."

"How do you know my name?"

The two were talking at the door, but they were finally interrupted by Zhao Ruolan who heard the sound.

"These two children! What are you doing at the door! Come in!" Zhao Ruolan was in a good mood, and warmly greeted the two of them to come in: "Wei Yue, don't invite Jiang Jinran to come in."

"Jiang Jinran?" Cheng Weiyue finally came to her senses, pointing at the boy's short hair, "You" for a long time before saying: "Why have you lost so much weight?"

When Jiang Jinran was young, he lived with his grandparents across from Cheng Weiyue's house. The two of them fought until they were fourteen or fifteen years old. Jiang Jinran, who was about to enter high school, was taken abroad by his biological parents.

In Cheng Weiyue's memory, Jiang Jinran has always been that fat little follower who followed behind her.

Sure enough, every fat man is a potential stock.

This kid will look good when he grows up!
"How is it? Conquered by my charm?" Jiang Jinran proudly raised his eyebrows at Cheng Weiyue: "Xiao Luobo, why do you still look like you have never seen the world?"

Cheng Weiyue was so choked by him that she couldn't speak, she silently retracted the compliment just now.

She was too lazy to argue with the narcissist in front of her, and walked into the courtyard.

Zhao Ruolan raised several big tanks of goldfish, put them in the courtyard, and planted lotus flowers in the big tanks.

Jiang Jinran stared at the tanks of fish as soon as he entered, his mouth was as sweet as honey: "Aunt Zhao, the goldfish you raise are really beautiful, much more lively and cute than the ones I saw outside."

"Yo, is that so?" Zhao Ruolan was arranging vegetables, and when she heard Jiang Jinran's words, her smile trembled wildly: "You child, you have been sweet-mouthed since you were a child."

"How can it be? What I'm saying is the truth." Jiang Jinran looked away, walked towards Zhao Ruolan, and said, "Aunt Zhao, can you see if I can help you?"

"No, no, how can I ask you for help?" Zhao Ruolan said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)