deliberate kiss

Chapter 307
Cheng Weiyue said that she couldn't sleep, she was past the sleepy point.

Zhou Jingwei took off his gold-rimmed glasses slowly, clasped Cheng Weiyue's neck with one hand, and kissed deeply.

Cheng Weiyue was unprepared, her mind was buzzing, and she was a little caught off guard.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Jingwei pressed Cheng Weiyue's lips with his fingertips, rubbed them gently, and said in an ambiguous and hoarse tone: "I didn't let you sleep, don't sleep tonight."

It was too blatant, Cheng Weiyue realized, she blushed and shouted 'rogue', and ran upstairs.

Zhou Jingwei looked at the bunny fleeing like a bunny, and felt that it was so cute to the bone, and he probably couldn't get enough of it for a lifetime.

And under the same night, Zhao Hanshen stood pale under the incandescent lamp in the Central Hospital, watching Zhao Mingchen's skeletal figure covered by white cloth little by little.

how to say?

Up to now, in fact, they have already been prepared in their hearts, but people are more or less lucky, and no one wants bad luck to befall the people around them.

Zhao Han stood quietly, watching the attending doctor in a white coat walk in front of him.

There was a slight sense of guilt in his eyes, and he said in a cautious tone: "Mr. Zhao, the hospital has done its best, and you are sorry."

For mourning, everyone calls him mourning.

Things didn't happen to me, of course I can mourn.

He remained silent, the haze in his eyes getting deeper and deeper every moment.

"Do you want to come in to see your father for the last time?" The attending doctor hesitated for a moment, but still threw out this cruel question.

Zhao Han didn't say whether he wanted it or not, but his eyes kept falling on the corpse covered by the white cloth.

The father-son relationship between him and Zhao Mingchen had just shown signs of easing, and now it was slipping to the end again.

Throughout my life, I never had the chance to accompany each other well.

Zhao Hanchen didn't know if this was the greatest tragedy in the world.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the attending doctor sighed and walked into the room.

He is used to seeing life and death, but he has never seen someone as calm as Zhao Hanchen.

Ye Cheng ran over from the end of the aisle, and saw Zhao Hanshen standing on the aisle, with deep wrinkles between his brows.

He whispered: "Chairman, a lot of media have gathered outside, and I don't know who leaked the news, and now I can't hide it."

Jing Xing has never been of one mind, and there are too many people who want to watch him suffer.The death of Zhao Mingchen was enough to make the seat he had just secured become precarious.

And if this is the case, the beneficiaries of the expansion will undoubtedly be Zhao Beilan and Zhao Zhensheng.

Zhao Mingchen's brother, born of the same mother, is he not qualified to inherit Jingxing?
Zhao Han understood in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his lips was sarcastic: "If you can't hide it, don't hide it, I don't believe that this group of people can turn the world upside down!"

His tone was cold, as cold as ice.

Ye Cheng hesitated: "Then if the board of directors asks for the crime."

Zhao Mingchen's sudden death will definitely affect Jingxing's stock market.At that time, Jing Xing's gang will undoubtedly be the first to lose their interests.

"The group of people on the board of directors are vegetarians. It is not impossible to take this opportunity to replace them all." Zhao Han said indifferently.

He has nothing to lose, and a person with no weaknesses is afraid of nothing.

Ye Cheng was terrified when he heard it, and he didn't dare to answer with any doubts.

Up to now, Lei Ting's methods and the denial of relatives are much better than women's benevolence.

When Ye Cheng left, Zhao Hanshen saw Zhao Mingchen dragging a stretcher away from him.

He closed his eyes heavily, not daring to take another look.

And the wound on the shoulder was painful, bringing an indescribable tearing feeling.

He wanted to preserve what was left, but in the end nothing was left.

The wound on the shoulder hurt again and again, but he felt that it was far from enough. This kind of pain could not numb the pain in his heart at all.

He didn't know how many times he opened the wound with his hands, and let the blood flow out along the torn flesh, staining his fingertips
When Cheng Weiyue woke up, the sky was not yet fully bright, she turned over slightly, and felt obvious pain in her waist.

Zhou Jingwei was ruthless last night, but it was her first taste of love, how could she endure such tenderness.

She couldn't remember how many times she said no before she was let go.

Maybe it's because the sensory stimulation is too much, but I can't sleep at night.

She just turned over, and Zhou Jingwei also woke up.

His eyes were clear, clearly not sleepy.

"What's the matter, can't you sleep?" The man's tone was lazy and gentle.

It is the tenderness that only Cheng Weiyue can hear and perceive.

Cheng Weiyue blinked, put her hand on his chest, and said softly, "Zhou Jingwei, today is number 2."

"The holiday is coming to an end?" Zhou Jingwei held her hand on his chest and kissed the back of her hand: "Are you going back to the northern suburbs today?"

Cheng Weiyue said 'yes', paused and asked when he planned to return to Zhou's house.

"I will accompany you today, and I will go back when you return to the northern suburbs." Zhou Jingwei said this, the corners of his eyes fainted with smiles, and he said softly, "Doesn't Little Moon want me to accompany you?"

But Cheng Weiyue opened a pair of clear eyes and looked at him seriously, she asked him: "Zhou Jingwei, is something wrong with the Zhou family?"

The smile in Zhou Jingwei's eyes faded, he stretched out his hand to stroke her hair casually, and said softly, "There are some problems, but I will take care of them myself, don't worry."

Cheng Weiyue pursed her lips, and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

Her face was pressed against his chest: "You have something to tell me. I may not be able to help you, but I can find a way to make you happy."

How could Zhou Jingwei be willing to let her hear those old things.

Even I was shocked when I heard it, how dare I let her face it.

He was silent, his lowered brows looked dark.

The morning light climbed up from the sky little by little, bringing a strong and warm light on the snowy ground.

Zhou Jingwei stood with Cheng Weiyue on the window sill and looked at the dawn, when the little girl suddenly stuffed a pack of cigarettes into her hand.

He lowered his head to look, and couldn't help being stunned and laughed: "Did Little Moon forget? I've quit smoking, don't you get used to the smell of smoke?"

"It's just a little bit uncomfortable." Cheng Weiyue made a subtle comparison with her hands, and said, "If you are sad, would smoking make you feel better?"

"No." He sighed and asked when she went to buy cigarettes.

Cheng Weiyue said it was stolen from Cheng Cunzheng's study.

Zhou Jingwei looked at the cunning inadvertently revealed in her eyes, as if a certain place in her heart was gently collapsing.

He kissed her brow and eyes pityingly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not good to steal something, wait until uncle puts it back."

(End of this chapter)