deliberate kiss

Chapter 22 Mr. Qin He
Listening to Zhou Jingwei's calm and light voice, Li Die easily connected with the noble man at the opening ceremony.

A good skin is always easier for people to let go of their guards, and Li Die put down his guard, and the remaining uneasiness was also eliminated.

"Then Weiyue will trouble you, thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingwei said no trouble, and when he hung up the phone, Cheng Weiyue, who had been drowsy and drowsy, looked at him with half-opened eyes.

She looked at herself and smiled a little silly.

Zhou Jingwei put his hands on the edge of the seat restrainedly, bent over, and asked her with downcast eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

Cheng Weiyue didn't speak, but was still smiling.

Zhou Jingwei patiently maintained a bent posture, looking at her calmly and gently.

Until the little girl's slender fingertips grazed his mirror frame and landed on the edge of the corner of the eye.

Her fingertips were warm and her fingertips were soft.

Zhou Jingwei heard her say: "Brother, your eyelashes are so long."

Zhou Jingwei felt like being scratched by a kitten, it was neither painful nor itchy, but it was indescribably attractive.

His eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything, he just pushed Cheng Weiyue's troublesome little hands away, got up and closed the car door.

Just a little.

It was just a little bit away from his sanity being messed up...

The road was smooth, Cheng Weiyue was sleeping all the way, turned over in the middle, and the blanket on her body slipped off.

She was lying on her side, and the white skirt was firmly attached to the curve of her body, with a fine fit.

Zhou Jingwei saw it out of the corner of his eye, and his hands holding the steering wheel tightened and tightened.

Along the way, he never looked at her again.

Zhou Jingwei has many residences in Jingcheng, and he just moved to the Xiangshan Palace next to the office a few days ago.

The exterior of the villa is classical and exquisite, but the interior decoration is simple and cool.There was a breath of cold air.

Zhou Jingwei has lived here for several days, but the furnishings inside have hardly changed from when they were just decorated.

He put Cheng Weiyue on the sofa and saw that she seemed to be a little awake, so he asked her if she wanted a drink of water.

Cheng Weiyue nodded obediently and said she wanted to drink.

Zhou Jingwei went to the side and poured her a glass of water.

Cheng Weiyue drank the cup in one gulp, breathed out comfortably, put down the cup and fell asleep again.

Seeing that she seemed really sleepy, Zhou Jingwei picked her up and walked upstairs.

He likes to be quiet, and usually treats people calmly and lazily, but in fact he has a withdrawn and indifferent personality, with a strong sense of privacy.

He never brought anyone home. In this villa, only the master bedroom on the second floor has a bed.

There was agarwood burning in the master bedroom, he walked in with Cheng Weiyue in his arms, and turned on the light inside.

The room brightened up immediately, Zhou Jingwei put Cheng Weiyue on the soft bed and covered her with a quilt.

Probably because sleeping on the bed is more comfortable, Cheng Weiyue's brows and eyes are stretched, and her posture is very peaceful.

Zhou Jingwei sat on the sofa beside her, looked at her sleeping face, and said nothing for a long time.

During the period, Zhao Ximo called, Zhou Jingwei went to the balcony to pick it up, and the latter asked him how Cheng Weiyue was.

There is a breeze blowing by at night, carrying the fragrance of unknown flowers.

Zhou Jingwei leaned against the railing, with a casual posture: "I went to the hospital and the doctor said there is nothing serious."

Zhao Ximo breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine, if something happens, it will be my chocolate's fault."

"If you want to redeem yourself, do me a favor."

Zhao Ximo became interested, "Hey, what else can I help with?"

"Buy me mooncakes."

"What. You actually use me to do such trivial things? Do you know how expensive my time is?" Zhao Ximo finished complaining, clicked his tongue impatiently, and compromised: "What kind of mooncake?"

"All."

"All of what?"

"Buy one of all flavors."

"Your uncle's Zhou Jingwei, do you think of me as an errand brother?"

Zhou Jingwei hung up the phone.

Zhao Ximo on the other end of the phone scolded and took the car keys from the assistant's hand and walked out, saying non-stop: "I really owe him in my previous life!"

North City.

In the magnificent hotel, more than a dozen waiters lined up, each holding a silver tray with all kinds of delicate food inside.

They methodically put the food in their hands on the long wine red table.

Not far away, someone was playing a violin, and the sound of the piano was melodious.

The hotel was booked out, and on the seat by the window sat two men with different auras but equally outstanding.

"The environment here is not bad, right?" The man who spoke had an extremely gentle voice. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Hanchen in front of him. His peach blossom eyes were beautiful in shape, and there was a red tear mole at the corner of his eye.

He smiled with red lips and white teeth, really tender and affectionate: "In order to entertain Mr. Zhao, I have spent a lot of thought."

The man's name is Qin He, the current chairman of the Qin Group, the president of Xin Yu Group, and the only son of Qin's parents from a famous family in the North City.

In terms of appearance, he almost inherited the elegance and elegance of his father Qin Shiyu, but he has a completely different temperament from his father.

He loves competition and development, is a cruel careerist, and is very aggressive in business.

In less than three years since he took over the Qin Group, the market value of the group in his hands has swelled tenfold, far surpassing the most prosperous Tang Group in North City.

He has a natural aggression.

"Why doesn't Mr. Zhao speak? Is the food not to your liking?" Qin He asked with concern.

After these few days of getting along, Zhao Hanshen has figured out Qin He's character.

He is basically the master who cannibalize people without spitting out bones.

Zhao Han calmly took a sip of the red wine in the goblet, his eyes fell on Qin He, with a bit of sharpness and coldness.

He has lost the patience to continue to pretend to be false: "Mr. Qin, we have wasted many days."

The planning of the land in the center of Jingcheng City required too much capital. Zhou Jingwei's reluctance to cooperate meant that the Zhou Group would not cooperate, and he had to find another partner.Qin He is his new partner.

The Qin Group has strong funds, and it is not a problem to come up with 200 billion US dollars.

But now, Qin He saw that his capital chain was tight, and repeatedly asked him to give up profits.

Now, the situation has reached a stalemate.

"Really?" Qin He tilted his head slightly when he heard the words, and smiled harmlessly: "Why do I feel like I haven't had a few days? I still want to talk to Mr. Zhao, after all, Mr. Zhao is so young and promising, he is so talented. I really hit it off with Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Han sneered, raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and directly pointed it out without giving any face: "Mr. Qin hit it off at first sight, we both know each other very well. Kindly advise, since the Qin Group wants to open up Jingcheng, Mr. Qin Taking advantage of the fire and robbing like this in my place is a way of fishing out."

Zhao Hanshen was even thinking that maybe he shouldn't have asked Qin He to be his partner at all.

　Qin He is really crazy, crazy, crazy

　　Secondary line: the cruel careerist and his pampered riches ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)