deliberate kiss

Chapter 194 Support her
After all, it is winter, and the wind outside is very strong, even if the sun is bright, it is still bitingly cold.

Zhou Jingwei took off his coat, put it on Cheng Weiyue's shoulders, squeezed it tighter, and then said "um" vaguely.

Cheng Weiyue went to pull his sleeves. There were agate-colored cuff buttons on them, which felt a little cold to the touch.

"Can you stop now." Cheng Weiyue looked at him eagerly, and said softly, "I'm afraid they will do something to Diedie because she's been in a bad mood recently."

Zhou Jingwei looked at the little girl's soft and delicate face.

He didn't hold back, stretched out his hand and pinched it, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I know it well."

Cheng Weiyue said yes.

It was snowing again on the road.

The climate in Jingcheng is becoming more and more unstable, with sudden clear and sudden snow.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the snow particles stuck to the side window, drew the shape through the glass, and blinked her eyes.

Her tone was a little unspeakably cute: "Zhou Jingwei, you said that it's snowing this time, can the snow be piled up?"

"Maybe." Zhou Jingwei paused, then said softly, "If it is piled up, I will accompany Little Moon to build a snowman."

Cheng Weiyue suddenly looked at him, a little excited: "Really?"

Zhou Jingwei was really busy during this period, almost all the time spent with Cheng Weiyue was squeezed out from the busy schedule.

But even so, he still said: "Well, really, I never lie to you."

Back home, Zhou Jingwei applied medicine for Cheng Weiyue, looking at the blood on the cotton swab, his eyes fainted with a little hostility.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the hand holding the cotton swab, the phalanx was a little white, but at the moment Cheng Weiyue looked at him, all the negative emotions were subsided, and he turned into that lazy and refined look again.

His tone was unrecognizable, it could be called gentle: "Is there any discomfort?"

Cheng Weiyue said no, and when she finished, she smiled and leaned over to kiss his side of the face: "Zhou Jingwei"

"Ok?"

"I was very unhappy today. The brothers and sisters of the Xu family are so annoying, but I feel very happy when I see you."

What she said was so unadorned, full of dependence.

Zhou Jingwei's heart softened again and again, and he couldn't say anything serious: "Got it, take a good rest at home in the afternoon, and tell the housekeeper if you have any orders, I have something to take care of in the afternoon."

Cheng Weiyue was curious: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Jingwei pondered for a moment and said, "It's about work."

Cheng Weiyue didn't ask any more questions, she was indeed tired from the whole morning's tossing.

Jingxing Group.

At the end of the meeting, Ye Cheng looked at Zhao Hanshen, who was pinching his brows with a sleepy expression, and said, "Chairman, do you want to have a light meal with Qin He again?"

"Light meal?" Zhao Han sneered, with an indescribable sarcasm in his tone: "If I continue to eat with him, I'm afraid Jingxing's board of directors will reserve a seat for him."

Zhao Hanshen and Qin He haven't seen each other since the incident in Tinglan Hutong broke up last time.

It's just that the latter is the biggest investor in Tinglan Hutong anyway, no matter how bad the request is, as long as Zhao Hanchen wants to stop the case in Tinglan Hutong and keep Cheng Weiyue's home, he has to compromise in the end.

What's more, at that time, Zhao Hanchen had already ceded the land to pay compensation, and everything was done. Now it's no good to treat Qin He coldly.

Ye Cheng has been a special assistant for so many years, and he understands the pros and cons too well. When Zhao Hanchen's judgment was affected by his feelings, he had to mention one or two points.

"Chairman, since you and Qin He have reached a consensus on preserving Tinglan Hutong, the politeness on the scene is harmless."

Zhao Hanshen actually understood that what he said just now was just a matter of emotion.

He put down the hand pinched between his eyebrows, his face was cold and calm: "Then have a meal."

Probably because his tone was too cold, Ye Cheng coughed dryly, and changed the subject: "I heard from Qin He's assistant that Qin He intends to let his wife join Xinyu Group as an actress."

Xinyu Group is an entertainment company under the name of the Qin family. It is said that it was specially set up by Qin He's father, Qin Shiyu, in order to pursue his wife Xin Tian.

From the very beginning, the huge group exists only for one person.

It's just that these rumors are true and false, and it is no longer possible to study them.

Zhao Han frowned deeply, and his tone was slightly doubtful: "He asked Meng Tingxu to become an actor?"

"It's said to be like this." Ye Cheng used his words rigorously.

Zhao Hanchen didn't have much interest in listening, but after being interrupted like this, the boredom just now did dissipate a lot.

He restrained his emotions and said lightly, "What about her?"

Ye Cheng understood, and said: "Miss Cheng is doing well recently, but yesterday, she had a conflict with someone and was slightly injured."

"Is everything alright with a slight injury?"

Zhao Han's deep voice suddenly turned up several degrees, with worry and anger in his phoenix eyes, he looked at Ye Cheng: "How did you get hurt? Where is the injury? Who made her get hurt?"

Ye Cheng told Zhao Hanchen exactly what he had found out.

After Zhao Han listened, his jaw tightened, and he suppressed his anger and said, "I see."

"Chairman" Ye Cheng looked at him furiously, and kindly reminded: "Actually, Zhou Jingwei has already dealt with it."

Zhao Han's anger all over his body was suddenly dissipated as if he had been punched by someone.

Yes.

Zhou Jingwei is here.

He is so precious to Cheng Weiyue, how could he let her get hurt a little by his side?
Qin Group, President's Office.

Antique office, Chinese-style decoration, dyed with ambergris and agarwood, the smell in the room is unique and simple.

Zhou Jingwei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking at the busy traffic below, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhao Ximo sat on the sofa beside him, changed from his previous foolishness, and was seriously swiping his phone.

Sitting opposite Zhao Ximo, Wei Tingyao walked over curiously and glanced at Zhao Ximo's phone screen.

What caught my eye was baby products.

Wei Tingyao's thick eyebrows were raised slightly, and Ling Lie's deep face wore a disobedient smile: "Didn't you look at that child to death? Are you still looking at some baby products here? Don't you persuade Sang Wanting to kill the child?" gone?"

Zhao Ximo's hand holding the phone trembled, he bent his lips, and said in a calm voice: "After all, it's Sangsang and my child, and they should stay by my side."

"Tsk" Wei Tingyao frowned: "It's been almost two months? Zhao Ximo, this child will make you feel constrained. Do you really think your fiancée Song Feiran is a soft bun? Once the Song family finds out It's hard to say how Sang Wanting died for this child."

These words are really harsh, and the smile on Zhao Ximo's face can't hold back.

But he really couldn't refute it, so he turned off the phone as if nothing had happened, and said, "Tell me, why hasn't the old man from the Xu family come yet?"

(End of this chapter)