deliberate kiss

Chapter 359

Xiao Wuxin came out of the gift shop, shaking Zhou Jingwei's arm all the way, saying that he wanted to eat candied haws.

Zhou Jingwei looked at her with lowered eyebrows, with a slight smile: "Do you want me to buy candied haws?"

Cheng Weiyue smiled with indescribable sweetness, she asked softly: "Will Mr. Zhou buy it for you?"

She became much more cheerful than before, completely different from the bewildered and flustered Zhou Jingwei who was hiding from the rain on the side of the road when he first saw her.

His eyes couldn't help being softer and more affectionate, and he said softly: "If my little moon wants it, of course it can."

The two walked for a long time in Chinatown, and finally saw a hawker selling candied haws in an inconspicuous corner.

Zhou Jingwei bought all the remaining candied haws and put them in a paper bag.

He held it in one hand, and led Cheng Weiyue back with the other.

Going against the flow of people all the way, Zhou Jingwei protected her with his arms, preventing her from being hit by the crowd.

Cheng Weiyue thought of her childhood, when her father Cheng Cunzheng led her mother along the narrow alleys and long streets like this.

How funny and what a shame, she has already thought of their life to the end.

The time of getting together is always shorter than parting. In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Cheng Weiyue saw Zhou Jingwei packing his luggage.

"Are you leaving?" She sat up slightly, revealing the ambiguous color on her shoulders.

She didn't notice, looking at the man's cold back under the night light.

The latter paused to pack his things, then turned around and walked towards her.

Under the light, his eyebrows and eyes were soaked in tenderness and haze, with a bit of indescribable nostalgia.

He covered her again with the slipped quilt, raised his hand to scratch the tip of her nose, and said in a gentle voice: "The Zhou family can't delay, I heard from Chen Yi'an that my mother was taken back to the Zhou family's old house and was emotionally unstable. "

What Cheng Weiyue knew was that he had squeezed time out of his fingers.

She propped her hand on the soft quilt, squeezed it subconsciously, and said softly: "You go, I will take care of myself."

"I know," Zhou Jingwei's voice was hoarse: "My little moon will take care of herself and be safe every year."

When he said this, he suddenly reached into his pocket, took out a delicate box, and put it in Cheng Weiyue's hand.

"What is this?" Cheng Weiyue was surprised.

"New Year's gift, I have no conscience." Zhou Jingwei sighed, and said in a conniving tone: "How could I not prepare a New Year's gift for you?"

Cheng Weiyue felt tears welling up in her eye sockets, sore and sore.

"You said there was no New Year's gift."

"How could it not be?" Zhou Jingwei looked at her amusedly, with a gentle and gentle smile: "Touch the underside of your pillow again."

Cheng Weiyue reached out to touch it as she said, and it felt like hard and tough paper.

"There are not only New Year's gifts, but also New Year's red envelopes." Zhou Jingwei touched her head, half serious and half casual: "My Yueyue will grow up safely."

Cheng Weiyue couldn't help laughing: "I've grown up."

"How can it be?" He sighed, becoming more and more tender: "My little princess will always be a child forever."

Cheng Weiyue buried her face back in the bed, not looking at him: "Zhou Jingwei, you go now, I won't look at you anymore."

For a moment, Zhou Jing wondered if Cheng Weiyue was hiding under the covers and crying.

The thought took his breath away.

But he has always been timid about Cheng Weiyue's affairs, and he didn't even have the courage to ask for proof.

He looked at the little girl curled up in the quilt, and touched her shoulder through the quilt: "Then I'm leaving."

Cheng Weiyue stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and pulled at the hem of his clothes.

"What's wrong?" He asked patiently.

Cheng Weiyue put a thin red envelope in Zhou Jingwei's hand: "Happy New Year, Zhou Jingwei."

What I said was, happy new year, you I love the most.

Cheng Weiyue poked her head out of the bed until the footsteps were too far away to be heard.

She couldn't bear to look at him, she was almost so anxious that she even forgot to put on her shoes, so she couldn't wait to walk to the window.

Zhou Jingwei's car was parked downstairs with double flashing lights, his figure was blurred by the lights.

Cheng Weiyue thought about it, maybe it wasn't because of the lights, but because of the tears in her eyes.

Zhou Jingwei was standing by the car, holding the red envelope he had just given him in his hand.

He carefully put the red envelope in his pocket, and for some reason, he suddenly raised his head and looked upstairs.

Cheng Weiyue's heart skipped a beat, and she squatted down in panic.

If he saw himself, he would be worried.

Cheng Weiyue knows.

Only when he looks like he doesn't care about it can he feel at ease.

But she loves him so much, how can she hide her concern?

Jingcheng.

Zhao Ximo and Wei Tingyao walked out of the Zhou family's old house.

Zhou Jingwei was not around, and Zhou Siheng was in charge of the big and small affairs of the Zhou family.

He sent the two to the door with a very polite tone: "Happy New Year, both of you, be careful on the way back."

Zhao Xi was silent, with a thin layer of coldness in his eyes.

And Wei Tingyao was kind, and said thank you.

Zhou Siheng is a smart person, he has long guessed the stiffness and embarrassment between the two.

He found an excuse to go in, and he didn't forget to bolt the door from the inside.

The moment the door was closed, Zhao Ximo heard Wei Tingyao speak with a faint smile, and said calmly and kindly: "Ximo, you are just dissatisfied with me, so there's no need to ignore Si Heng, right?"

"Dissatisfied?" Zhao Ximo smiled, but his eyes were even more cold: "Now, do you still care what I think?"

"We grew up together, how can I not care about your concerns?" Wei Tingyao looked at Zhao Ximo seriously, and said, "Anyway, I still hope that you can come to my wedding with Wan Ting."

"Wei Tingyao, are you provoking me now?" Zhao Ximo's tone didn't fluctuate at all, calm to a scary level: "Are you very proud now?"

Wei Tingyao didn't speak, and handed Zhao Ximo a cigarette.

The snow kept falling in front of the court, like white pieces of paper.

Two scarlet flames, dazzling in the night.

No one spoke for a long time.

It was Wei Tingyao who spoke first, very hoarsely: "Ximo, do you know when I met Wan Ting? It was before she approached you."

The movement of Zhao Ximo's fingertips froze for a moment.

His eyes turned red for a moment, and he almost asked, "Even if you met him first, can you win someone's love?"

"How can I win people's love?"

Wei Tingyao sneered, and his desolate tone became more and more understated: "Between you and Jingwei, you have always been the one who wants what you want. Jingwei was a rough boy and lacked family affection, but I, the Wei family, have so many As a child, I have never had my father's favor, and even what I have after I grow up, I earn every penny from myself."

(End of this chapter)