deliberate kiss

Chapter 186 She Knows Everything
Cheng Weiyue frowned and said, "I'm not in the mood to play with you now."

"Tsk..." Jiang Jinran curled his lips and said, "Cheng Weiyue, you really make people sad."

Cheng Weiyue threw the megaphone into Jiang Jinran's hand: "If you like it, take it away."

There are still many old things in the open drawer, Jiang Jinran casually picked up one or two to look at, and asked, "Can I take away everything I like?"

Cheng Weiyue said, "It's all fine."

Jiang Jinran looked at her with a smile, his fox eyes narrowed into beautiful arcs: "Cheng Weiyue, you are so stupid, I am afraid that you will be bullied, you take you abroad, I will cover you, okay?"

If I can take away everything I like, then Cheng Weiyue, can I take you away?
In those old memories of things changing and changing, I just want to take you away.

At dusk, Jiang Jinran's eyes were full of seriousness, and there was no trace of joking.

Cheng Weiyue looked at him, and after being dazed for a long time, she heard the latter say coolly: "Forget it, you'd better stay in Jingcheng, it would be bad for my girlfriend to see you misunderstood."

Cheng Weiyue rolled her eyes and couldn't help complaining: "I thought you really wanted to take me abroad."

"Where would it be? You are so difficult to serve, you will be troublesome if you take it out." Jiang Jinran said "tsk", with a look of disgust: "Cheng Weiyue, don't be too smart when you are in love, you will be bullied when the time comes." But don’t come to me crying.”

"Can't you just expect me to be okay?"

"I'm looking forward to it," his voice was very soft, his slender fingers picked up the microphone that fell on the ground, the last smile on his lips was suppressed, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became softer: "It's okay to come to me, I won't laugh at you."

Cheng Weiyue's heart was touched, and her expression gradually became serious.

She looked at Jiang Jinran, smiled, and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, I have a good eye for people."

Zhou Jingwei's car stopped at the gate of Tinglan Hutong.

As the night was thin, there were hawkers coming and going who were about to close their stalls, and they were about to call it a day and go home.The street lamps emit a faint light, announcing the arrival of night.

When Cheng Weiyue reached the entrance of the alley, Zhou Jingwei was talking with a peddler who sold candied haws.

He was wearing a neat black suit without a tie, and the dark gray shirt inside was buttoned up to the top one meticulously, which made his complexion fairer and looked very good-looking.

Cheng Weiyue thought, liking someone is really different, he can still be seen by her in the crowd.

And Zhou Jingwei took the candied haws wrapped in syrup from the latter, and saw her walking over, with a sloppy smile in her beauty and laziness.

He handed her the candied haws, with a casual tone: "Eat some sweets, and you will feel better."

What he said was very flat, without any sense of comfort, just an ordinary tone, but Cheng Weiyue inexplicably felt a lot better.

When it rained suddenly on the road, Cheng Weiyue bit the crunchy icing and watched the wiper wipe the water on the window glass, reflecting the foggy street scene.

"Yueyue," it was a red light, Zhou Jingwei looked at her sideways, and said in a very casual tone, "Does uncle and aunt have anything they like very much?"

Cheng Weiyue read out many meanings in this sentence.

She was tongue-tied and heartbroken: "You want to see my parents."

"Can I see you?" He interrupted her, with a smile gradually forming in his eyes: "Yueyue, I want to let my uncle and aunt rest assured, and I don't want you to have trouble with them every time you go home because of your love affair." happy."

There was a thin layer of sweat on Cheng Weiyue's fingertips.

Her brittle nails dug into the flesh and hurt a little.

"My mother might give you a hard time."

Zhou Jingwei looked at her tangled and apprehensive face, just when the light turned green, a vehicle behind her honked its horn, making a hasty sound.

Zhou Jingwei held the steering wheel with one hand, freed one hand to hold her, and interlocked his fingers a little bit. He said in a calm and reassuring tone: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

Later, when he returned to Xiangshan Prince's Mansion, Zhou Jingwei cooked a bowl of noodles for Cheng Weiyue.

Very simple Yangchun noodles, sprinkled with shallots and coriander, with a little oily sheen.

Cheng Weiyue ate a bowl of noodles, Zhou Jingwei stroked her hair, and said softly, "Go to bed early at night?"

Cheng Weiyue agreed, took his hand after thinking for a while, and asked, "What about you? When will you sleep?"

"Soon," Zhou Jingwei kissed her forehead: "Don't wait for me."

Cheng Weiyue slept deeply at night, she was really tired after a busy day.

In the study, Zhou Jingwei sent a message to his assistant, asking him to go to the market in a few days to buy a pine smoke inkstone and come back.

Cheng Weiyue felt cool fingertips covering her waist.

She half-closed her eyes and turned around, touching her soft and firm chest with her hands.

"Are you busy?"

"Well," he patted her on the back: "Go to sleep."

Zhou Jingwei didn't mention meeting Cheng Cunzheng and Zhao Ruolan again in Cheng Weiyue, and Cheng Weiyue didn't take the incident that day very much to heart.

She is not the kind of stubborn person, she must give some explanation from Zhou Jingwei.

His situation was not easy, and she had always understood it.

As for the promises and confessions involving marriage, she only needs to know that he is working hard. As for whether to achieve it immediately, Cheng Weiyue doesn't want to force others to make things difficult.

Several snowfalls followed in December, each longer and heavier.

Lingsheng's office was about to change hands, Zhou Jingwei was busy and nervous at work, and had already left early in the morning.

When Cheng Weiyue woke up, she submitted resumes to several film and television companies, and one of them, a small film and television company named "Rainbow Media", wrote back to Cheng Weiyue and made an appointment for an interview next Monday.

The matter of finding a job was a little bit better, Cheng Weiyue sat in front of the fireplace in the lobby, looking at the snow falling outside the French windows not far away, feeling comfortable and satisfied.

There is old piano music in the record player, which is a remnant of the last century, with a heavy texture of time.

Cheng Weiyue felt a little drowsy as she listened.

Until Li Die's predecessor Xu Yang called, the urgent voice broke all the tranquility.

Xu Yang's voice trembled, and he said, "Is it Weiyue? Do you know the contact information of Xiaodie's parents?"

Cheng Weiyue was lying lazily at first, but now she was asked so abruptly, she immediately sat up straight with a serious face: "I didn't, did something happen?"

On the other end of the phone, Xu Yang faltered for a long time, but couldn't explain why, but his voice was trembling and out of tune, full of panic.

The more Cheng Weiyue listened, the more flustered she became. She frowned and said, "If you don't make it clear, I can't help you. Where is Li Dieren? Where is she?"

Xu Yang's momentum suddenly weakened: "She is. She is in the hospital."

Cheng Weiyue stood up with an ugly face: "Which hospital are you in?"

(End of this chapter)