deliberate kiss

Chapter 296 It's better to fester

What a cruel person Cheng Weiyue is, she won't look back.

Zhao Hanchen felt his eyes sore, and tears fell on Cheng Weiyue's shoulder like an exclamation mark.

In her rarely irritable and angry mood, he called her name gently and hoarsely.

"Ning Ning."

"Ning Ning."

What responded to him was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He didn't have much clothes on, and Cheng Weiyue bit his flesh with all her strength, without showing any sympathy.

He finally let go of the pain, and the next moment he was slapped firmly on the face.

Cheng Weiyue staggered back a few steps away from him, her face flushed with embarrassment, full of anger: "Zhao Hanchen, you madman!"

And his cheeks were hot, he tilted his head and said nothing, not saying a word for himself.

In fact, he also knows Cheng Weiyue, he knows that if he is willing to show weakness and give reasons, according to her temperament, there is a high probability that she will not take this matter to heart.

But he didn't want to say it.

If she can't keep it after all, then as long as she can leave a deep enough memory in her life, it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad.

He will not let Cheng Weiyue forget herself lightly.

He always wanted her to remember him.

It's okay to hate
The gate of the intensive care unit in the city center.

Ye Cheng paced back and forth anxiously, seeing Zhao Hanshen's figure appearing not far away, he hurried forward and said, "Chairman."

"How is my father?" His voice was calm.

"Just been pushed into the operating room." Ye Cheng glanced at Zhao Hanshen's calm face, and said slowly: "The doctor issued a notice of critical illness, saying that we should be mentally prepared. If this operation is not successful , It should... It should be these few days."

Under Ye Cheng's trembling and worried eyes, Zhao Han just nodded calmly.

"Chairman..." With his appearance like this, Ye Cheng was really a little panicked, he said cautiously: "If you are unhappy in your heart, you don't have to hold it back."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Han asked him calmly, his eyes indifferent: "People can't escape life and death."

But if the person standing in this gate of hell is one's closest relatives, saying that he is unmoved is nothing but deceiving himself.

Ye Cheng didn't dare to speak out, and kept silent.

"Chairman, why is there blood on your shoulder?" Ye Cheng looked at Zhao Hanchen with sharp eyes, and suddenly found the blood stains on the latter's shoulder, and said in a surprised tone, "I'll let the doctor come over to help you deal with it immediately."

"No need to deal with it." Zhao Han's brows and eyes trembled, and he stopped in a cold voice.

"How can this not be dealt with?" Ye Cheng was puzzled, but he was really worried: "Chairman, you have to take care of your health, you can't have any accidents now!"

And Zhao Han's cold eyes fell on Ye Cheng, and he paused every word: "I said, don't worry about it."

The hostility in his words was too heavy.

The end of the intensive care ward is the operating room, Zhao Han stared at the red light at the end with deep phoenix eyes, unable to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, Ye Cheng saw him raise his hand and put it on his shoulder blade.

His fingertips were so hard that they turned white, as if he didn't know the pain.

A large amount of blood smeared out, it was shocking.

Ye Cheng was also frightened, calling Zhao Hanshen with a trembling voice: "Chairman, what are you doing?"

Zhao Han didn't speak, but his fingertips moved harder.

Ye Cheng watched his sickly movements, tried to stop him several times, but didn't dare to step forward to stop him.

And Zhao Hanshen just felt his fingertips becoming more and more wet, and showed a satisfied smile.

He doesn't want to be healed, he'd rather fester and leave a scar.

It's best if you can't get rid of it for a lifetime.

Now that he can leave everything about her, there is not much left.
Zhou Siheng was called back to Zhou's house for dinner by Zhou Bingquan at noon. It was snowing outside, the mountain road was difficult, and the car drove slowly.

Seeing Zhou Siheng approaching, the butler hurriedly greeted him with an umbrella, and said, "Master arranged a family banquet at noon today, and I'm just waiting for you, Young Master Tang."

Zhou Siheng paused, looked at the butler, and said in a calm voice, "Is Jing Wei back?"

"Yes," the butler said with a hint of joy from his heart, "Master is in a particularly good mood today. I haven't seen him so happy for a long time."

It is indeed something to be happy about. Zhou Jingwei has a rebellious and indifferent temper in his bones. Since he left the Zhou family to develop alone, he has not returned for many years.

This time, he was able to follow Zhou Bingquan's words and come back to eat this meal, more or less because of Cheng Weiyue.

They are all children of Zhou's family, Zhou Siheng can understand his intentions even if Zhou Jingwei doesn't say it - although his life is not perfect, but with a loved one, he also hopes that when she comes by his side, everything will be happy.

That's why Zhou Jingwei was willing to rebuild their relationship with Zhou Bingquan and his wife.

Zhou Siheng didn't know much about the events of that year, and the scandal involving the Zhou family was actually not easy to delve into.

But Zhou Jingwei hasn't returned for so many years, it is tragic enough to think about it.

"This is a good thing." Zhou Siheng smiled at the butler, and said sincerely: "We who are juniors, of course we all hope that everything goes well for the elders."

Gossiping along the way, when Zhou Siheng entered the hall, Zhou Jingwei was already sitting opposite Zhou Bingquan, drinking tea.

He held the small blue and white ceramic cup with his slender and white fingers, with a noble and gentle demeanor, a bit lazy and casual.

And Zhou Bingquan raised his eyes and secretly glanced at him from time to time, the deep meaning in his eyes was obvious.

Seeing Zhou Siheng coming, he looked away and said with a smile: "Siheng, come quickly, uncle has prepared tea for you in advance."

Zhou Jingwei also raised his eyes to look at him, and the two of them met each other's eyes, nodding their heads, and it was considered as a greeting.

There was a smile in Zhou Bingquan's eyes, and he looked in a good mood: "It's great that the two of you can come together. The Zhou family hasn't been this lively for a long time."

"If uncle likes it, Jingwei and I will come back often when we have time." After Zhou Siheng finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Jingwei, who had a calm expression, and said with a smile, "Brother, Uncle Maojian has kept this uncle for many years, and he has never been willing to give up. Drink, I finally took it out today."

The tea in his hand was green and clear, Zhou Jingwei looked at it with light eyes, and smiled: "It's really good tea."

Zhou Bingquan was in high spirits, and he didn't care about Zhou Jingwei's lukewarm attitude, and he talked happily to himself.

For him, Zhou Jingwei's ability to act calmly in front of him is already a huge leap compared to before.

He had a guilty conscience and didn't dare to ask Zhou Jingwei anything more.

The three of them chatted one after another when they suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from a distance.

"Jingwei. Jingwei"

It was Lin Xuansu.

She ran while calling Zhou Jingwei's name.

Zhou Jingwei put down the cup in his hand and was about to get up when Lin Xuansu rushed in from the outside.

(End of this chapter)