deliberate kiss

Chapter 270 Love is the past

Zhou Jingwei kissed her on the chin with indescribable tenderness: "Then, happy Christmas Eve, little moon."

The smile on Cheng Weiyue's face tended to deepen, she buried her face in his shoulder, and said in a satisfied tone: "But it's not dark yet."

"Well, I'll take you out for a walk at night." Zhou Jingwei stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair slowly with his hand, and whispered: "I read the weather forecast, the snow will stop for an hour or two at night, we can go out."

Cheng Weiyue became a little curious: "Where are you going?"

"Go to one." Zhou Jingwei hooked the corners of his lips lazily, fingering the broken hair on the girl's temples with his fingers: "Go to a place that only I know."

Cheng Weiyue couldn't guess what places in the northern suburbs that only Zhou Jing knew.

She rubbed her face against his shoulder, like a kitten: "Actually, I also prepared a gift for you on Christmas Eve."

"What gift?" Zhou Jingwei asked with some interest.

Cheng Weiyue's voice came from under the quilt, muffled: "It might not look good, I'll show you, you are not allowed to laugh at me."

"No joke, little moon's gift, it's too late to like it." Zhou Jingwei said seriously.

The corners of Cheng Weiyue's eyes were stained with a smile, but she still pretended to be calm and said: "Then I'll give it to you tonight."

The little girl has also learned how to play tricks.

Zhou Jingwei laughed and hugged him tighter.

Apart from pampering the one I love, what else can I do?
After Zhao Hanchen returned to the hotel, he caught a cold. Ye Cheng took some anti-inflammatory medicine and cold medicine and put it beside Zhao Hanchen's pillow. Seeing his pale and frail expression, he couldn't help saying: "Chairman, you have to take care of yourself today." Rest, don't run around."

Zhao Hanshen didn't answer, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his pair of phoenix eyes looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window emotionally: "Today is Christmas Eve, right?"

A single dog in Yecheng, how could he remember these days in his heart, he was stunned and said: "Yes, today is Christmas Eve."

"Tell me," Zhao Han smiled deeply, but his eyes darkened: "Will Zhou Jingwei accompany Weiyue for the festival, will she be very happy?"

This is a sending proposition.

Ye Cheng silently closed his mouth and did not speak.

And Zhao Hanchen felt a great sense of exhaustion, growing from his heart little by little.

These days, he really endured too much overnight.

Eager for quick success, Zhao Mingchen stepped down, and now Jing Xing has become a huge mess, overwhelming him.

Zhao Mingchen was seriously ill and was dying.

Cheng Weiyue falls in love with Zhou Jingwei.

As for him, he was a thing of the past.

What he wanted, he got nothing.

He slowly closed his eyes, suddenly laughed softly, and said: "I haven't spent Christmas Eve with Weiyue yet."

Memories flooded my mind like a flood.

What Zhao Hanshen remembered was that on Christmas Eve last year, Cheng Weiyue waited for Jing Xing downstairs for a whole night.

It was the end of the year, and Jing Xing's affairs made him overwhelmed. Cheng Weiyue, who hadn't come to see him for several months, suddenly stopped him at Jing Xing's door.

She asked boldly and straightforwardly: "Mr. Zhao, can I invite you to dinner tonight?"

At that time, Cheng Weiyue clearly had a firm preference for herself.

A man's vanity is unavoidable, Cheng Weiyue is beautiful enough and likes herself enough, being chased by such a girl is a matter of vanity for a man.

At that time, he had just vacated the window not long ago, seeing her like this, he was somewhat interested, and said with a half-smile: "Take me to dinner?"

The little girl nodded sharply and said, "Well, I'm chasing you."

It's really straightforward.

It was rare for Zhao Hanshen to have some conscience, and asked the secretary to take her to the lounge to rest.

Before the little girl left, she looked at him eagerly, as if she would not give up without giving an answer.

He said, "If I'm busy, I'll accompany you to dinner."

Cheng Weiyue is different from all other women, she is straightforward and enthusiastic, approaching herself without any cover, just for herself.

Obviously he was moved, but why didn't he go to the appointment?
Zhao Han seriously thought about it, and he laughed at himself after all.

Because Qiao Jingxue contacted him crying, telling him about the scars and pain of marriage.

As long as he coaxed Qiao Jingxue, he made Cheng Weiyue wait downstairs.

When everything was over, it was already late at night, and he suddenly remembered that there were still people waiting for him downstairs, and he felt a little guilty.

He left the office quickly, and asked Ye Cheng outside the door if Cheng Weiyue was still there.

The latter said: "Mr. Zhao, Miss Cheng has been waiting downstairs."

His heart seemed to be hit by something, he suffocated almost imperceptibly for a moment, and then said: "It's over now."

That night, when he opened the door of the lounge and saw Cheng Weiyue, Cheng Weiyue was curled up on the sofa, already drowsy.

When she saw herself coming, her eyes instantly became clear, and she walked towards herself step by step.

She said, "Have you been busy so far?"

He opened his mouth and said yes.

Cheng Weiyue said flatly: "I saw it. Everyone got off work three hours ago. Zhao Hanchen, if you don't want to have dinner with me, you can just tell me. Don't lie to me and let me wait here. I am I like you very much, it doesn't matter if you don't like me, but don't lie to me."

She left so simply that Zhao Hanchen didn't even have time to stop her.

Cheng Weiyue is Chichen and straightforward, she can treat a person with heart and soul, but she can't rub the sand in her eyes, and she hates lies the most.

Zhao Han pondered, last year's Christmas Eve must have been such a cold wind and snow, otherwise how could he remember it so vividly?
It was so vivid that the moment when he withdrew from the memory turned out to be icy cold all over his body.

He didn't speak, so Ye Cheng could only stand by silently.

Outside the window, the snow is getting tighter.
When Cheng Weiyue and Zhou Jingwei stayed in the hotel until evening, the heavy snow really stopped.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the somewhat clear sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was a little difference: "It really stopped."

"Well, so. Little Moon," Zhou Jingwei hugged her from behind, his kiss fell on her side face in a very tender and gentle gesture, "We can set off now."

Cheng Weiyue felt that her fingertips were numb.

She couldn't help looking at Zhou Jingwei, her face was bright red, she looked very cute: "Why do you always kiss me?"

"After Christmas with Yueyue, I'm going back to Jingcheng, and I can't bear it."

The word 'reluctant' has a strong hoarseness, with an indescribable hoarseness.

Zhou Jingwei's eyelashes drooped, and after saying this, he silently looked at Cheng Weiyue.

Cheng Weiyue read reluctance in his eyes.

Very strong, very strong, almost straight.

"Then how about this?" She couldn't help laughing, her heart was warm, and she promised: "When the filming is over, I'll go back to Jingcheng to find you, okay?"

(End of this chapter)