deliberate kiss

Chapter 405 Planning to Propose
He frantically took out a few paper towels to wipe his mouth, looked at Ye Yi in disbelief, and asked, "Ye Yi, the person you're talking about, isn't it Cheng Weiyue?"

"Cheng Weiyue?" Ye Yi frowned, and repeated the name gently: "Have I heard this name before?"

"Cheng Weiyue! It's your sister Ye Anran's good friend abroad, have you forgotten?" Lan Rong said with a long sigh: "It's good that she is beautiful, and she can make you feel like this. The Lord who asks will ask from the heart.”

And Li Qi had been listening to the two talking, and now he couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

He took a sip of his tea and said, "I don't think it's because of Ye Yi's face?"

"There is a feeling of déjà vu, as for the specifics." Ye Yi shook his head and said, "I can't tell."

The three of them looked at each other and all smiled involuntarily.

So many things, how can a few words make it clear?
Feeling is a very subtle thing.

When Cheng Weiyue returned to Xiangshan Palace, the air was already filled with a light fragrance.

Zhou Jingwei came out of the kitchen, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, and said softly: "Wash your hands, you can eat right away."

"Is the nutritious meal so rich?" Her tone was a little joking, "I thought it was just a soup."

"How can it be?" Zhou Jingwei rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, with a loose and gentle smile: "Now one person eats and two people make up, how could there be only one soup?"

"Then what else? Let me take a closer look." Cheng Weiyue walked into the kitchen and looked at the dishes displayed on the counter.

"And the sweet and sour short ribs that I said I wanted to eat yesterday!" Cheng Weiyue looked at several exquisitely made snacks and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Zhou Jingwei hugged her from behind, and sighed softly: "I cook for my wife, of course I never tire of fine food, and I don't tire of fine food."

"Wife." Cheng Weiyue blushed, "Who is your wife?"

"I already have children, don't you plan to give me a title?" Zhou Jingwei chuckled, he was silent for a moment, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Yueyue, I really want to have a family with you."

"It's with me, and our child." Cheng Weiyue turned around and corrected him a little seriously.

However, Zhou Jingwei tidied up the broken hair at her temples, and said in a serious tone: "No, it's just you."

I want to give you a home, this home has nothing to do with anyone.

It's just us each other.

I love you so much, and I'm so selfish, too selfish to share this moment with anyone.

"What about the baby?" Cheng Weiyue pouted, dragging her voice coquettishly: "What about the baby?"

"He will be a member of our family." Zhou Jingwei was equally serious, and answered word by word: "But Yueyue, I want to have a family with you, and this matter has nothing to do with anyone. It's just because, I love you , the whole and only you. It has nothing to do with the child, or with anyone or anything else."

Cheng Weiyue wondered if after pregnancy, people's emotions would become more prone to ups and downs.

Her nose was inexplicably sour, and she almost burst into tears.

"Then the proposal cannot be so casual."

"Of course," Zhou Jingwei's eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses are enough to make people addicted, he said in a hoarse and disfigured voice: "If others have it, my Little Moon must have it, and I can't miss anything."

"Then hurry up." Cheng Weiyue buried her face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "If it's too late, I will show my breasts in a wedding dress, and I won't be pretty enough."

"Nonsense," he stroked her hair, "little moon is always the prettiest."

"How beautiful is pregnancy? I might be swollen like a pig's head." Cheng Weiyue sniffed, buried her face in Zhou Jingwei's arms and refused to move.

"That's also the cutest little pig head in the world." The rare moments when he said witty words seemed to have been brewing between his lips and teeth for a long time, so there was no reason not to be convinced.

After eating, Cheng Weiyue squatted in the greenhouse and counted the flowerpots, and found that there were fewer daffodils in the greenhouse than before, so she ran to tell Zhou Jingwei about it childishly.

At that time, Zhou Jingwei was in a meeting. The Zhou Group had long and cumbersome affairs. Zhou Jingwei sat behind his desk and watched a group of high-level executives who were reporting to work in the video.

Zhou Jingwei has high demands on others and himself at work, and sometimes, he is a bit critical.

These high-level officials usually don't show their mountains and dews, and look unpredictable.At this time, everyone looked at Zhou Jingwei's face through the screen, and they were also silent.

The person who reported the work was even more careful in every word, for fear that he might make a mistake.

The atmosphere was originally very dull, after all, it was always depressing at such a time.

"Our department. The schedule for the next quarter is"

Until the door of the study was pushed open, a clear voice broke the silent atmosphere.

"Zhou Jingwei, I'm missing a few pots of daffodils."

So everyone could see that the president, who had lowered his brows and eyes a second ago and didn't know what he was thinking, suddenly seemed to be a different person. He raised his head, his eyes were like spring when the ice and snow had just melted.

He said, "Why are there a few pots missing?"

There was no intention of reproach at all, the sound of the voice could only be described as gentle and drizzle.

"I don't know. When I went out during the day, there were obviously several pots by the windowsill."

The woman's voice sounded distinctly deserted, but there was an indescribably sweetness to it.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you to have a look, okay?"

Zhou Jingwei said so, ignoring the dumbfounded expressions of everyone in the video, took off his earphones, and walked towards Cheng Weiyue.

He said: "Don't run around next time, it's dangerous"

The sound faded away, followed by the sound of the door being slammed shut.

In the conference room of the Zhou Group, all the top executives turned their attention to Chen Yi'an who was taking notes.

Someone asked curiously, "Tezhu Chen, is this meeting still going on?"

Chen Yi'an also coughed, covering his fists to cover the same shocked expression on his face.

Afterwards, he put down his hands and said calmly, "Mr. Zhou must be busy. Let's just wait."

That evening, Zhou Jingwei left a group of people to accompany Cheng Weiyue to count flower pots in the greenhouse.

He seemed to be in a good mood. After counting twice, he said: "Yueyue, I remembered. I asked the housekeeper to move some flowers to take care of them during the day."

Cheng Weiyue breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him reproachfully: "Why did you say it now."

"I don't know either," Zhou Jingwei smirked, and the smiles in the corners of his eyes were touching: "It's just that I feel very at ease by being with you like this."

(End of this chapter)