deliberate kiss

And Zhao Hanchen didn't care about his accusations, he said calmly: "I've already apologized, you promised yourself and me, don't forget to do it."

Lin Chengjie didn't know why, and became more and more annoyed.

He stared at Zhao Hanchen, unwilling to say: "Apologize? Is that how you apologize?"

"Then how do you want me to apologize?" Zhao Han said in a calm voice, "Say it straight, if I can do it, I will do it."

Perhaps it was because his posture was too arrogant, as if he was in control of everything.

Lin Chengjie's heart was constricted, and anger grew wildly in the narrow gap.

He twitched the corners of his lips, and smiled on the surface: "I want you to go to my parents' grave to offer incense and apologize!"

It's impossible to agree, right?
Lin Chengjie has heard too many things about Zhao Hanshen from other people. This man is arrogant, and he is definitely not the type who will bow his head easily.

Lin Chengjie didn't really want to do anything, after all, he was just unwilling.

My life is in a mess, and the carefree things I should have were all destroyed by the Zhao family.

But these are not Zhao Hanchen's fault.

But the deceased has passed away, and it is too late to pursue.

Lin Chengjie knew that Zhao Hanshen was powerless, but he could only find a little compensation from him.

The lengthy silence is like dead ashes passing through, destroying all life.

Lin Chengjie smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, the young master is the young master, how could he bow his head?

"I agree." Zhao Han's voice was flat, and Lin Chengjie froze on the spot with just such a light sentence.

Lin Chengjie even felt that he had heard it wrong. He couldn't believe his ears, and couldn't hide his surprised expression: "What did you say?"

"I said I agree," Zhao Han raised his eyes, his eyes were dull: "As long as you help Cheng Weiyue, I will agree to your request."

"You go to my parents' grave." Lin Chengjie gritted his teeth and widened his eyes with difficulty, "Do you agree?"

"No matter what happened in the past, I agree with the conditions you said." Zhao Han raised his eyes, his eyes were deep and cold, and his tone changed sharply, tinged with pleading: "As long as you help Weiyue."

When the two came out of the room, Lin Chengjie changed his previous disdainful attitude, and said in an almost conciliatory tone to Zhao Ximo who was standing at the door: "I'll give you the things tonight."

Zhao Ximo subconsciously looked at Zhao Hanchen who was at the side.

This man, who was considered to be related to him, had been so high-spirited and arrogant for so many years, there was a day when he was willing to give in and seek perfection.

Zhao Ximo frowned, but stopped talking.

And Cheng Weiyue had just finished writing the final script of "Walking Behind the Fog", Zhou Jingwei supported her shoulders and walked down the stairs slowly.

Zhao Han looked at Cheng Weiyue's face that was close at hand and far away in the sky, his heart was burning, and he felt unspeakably sad.

And Cheng Weiyue noticed his gaze, and saw Lin Chengjie beside him, whose hostility had dissipated completely, she understood it immediately, and didn't know what to say.

The favoritism and exceptions that she wanted to get when she was a teenager have now been compensated by Zhou Jingwei hundreds of times.

And these belated deep love and pampering have long been not what she wanted.

All she could say to Zhao Hanchen was thank you.

She did indeed say that, Zhao Han's eyes were lowered, and his brows and eyes were filled with deep and shallow depression and indifference.

He said, "No need."

Cheng Weiyue nodded and said nothing more.

It was Zhou Jingwei who spoke, with a loose tone, lazy and noble as always, he said: "I will invite everyone to have a meal together in the evening, and we will return to Jingcheng together tomorrow."

Zhao Ximo naturally agreed, but Zhao Hanchen just looked at Cheng Weiyue, and after a long while, he asked her: "Cheng Weiyue, will Zhou Jingwei peel shrimp for you to eat?"

In Cheng Weiyue's mind, some fragments flashed across.

In the scorching and dull summer of Jingcheng, the air-conditioning in Yulian's private room is sufficient, making the hairs of people stand on end.

There was a lot of toasting and talking and laughing.

She sat beside Zhao Hanchen, lowered her head and blushed, and peeled one shrimp after another for him.

He has to socialize and drink, so he can't spare his hands.

At that time, Cheng Weiyue was willing to take care of him.

At this moment, Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhao Han's slightly reddened eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "I haven't peeled shrimp for a long, long time."

Zhao Han was slightly stunned, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

The next moment, he raised his head and smiled at Cheng Weiyue, saying, "That's good."

He just smiled and laughed, his eyes were terribly red.

Everyone had a great time at the dinner tonight.

There were indeed shrimps on the table, Zhou Jingwei sat beside Cheng Weiyue, and put the crystal clear shrimp meat in her bowl.

He did it very casually and smoothly, and it was obviously not the first time he did it.

And Cheng Weiyue occasionally raised her eyes to look at him, with smiles in her eyes.

Zhao Hanshen sat directly opposite them and said nothing. From the beginning to the end, there was nothing abnormal.

But after the third banquet, Zhou Jingwei held the sleepy Cheng Weiyue in his arms and walked out. When passing by Zhao Hanchen, he said, "It's time to let go."

When Zhao Hanchen heard his words, his back froze for a moment.

Let it go, he had already let it go.

He said so to himself.

However, at the next moment, there was a voice, weak but firm, which said: "Zhao Hanshen, you can't let go."

Everything seems to have settled.

Cheng Weiyue obtained the evidence that Chu Manxiao hired a ghostwriter, including the ghostwriter's statement and handwritten letters.There are also surveillance videos in the hospital that were replaced by Tian Xie, as well as chat records between Tian Xie and Chu Manxiao.

It was beyond Cheng Weiyue's expectation that Lin Chengjie had such complete evidence.

In the crew, Lin Chengjie handed everything over to her, and smiled lightly the next moment, with relief in his brows and eyes.

He sighed and said, "Here, you can do whatever you want."

"When did you start looking for these things?" Cheng Weiyue asked.

"A long time ago, when Shao Gao died. I knew that this kind of thing would be impossible to hide sooner or later. At that time, I started to investigate. I originally wanted to keep it for myself. Maybe one day the Chu family will fall, so I can seek justice. " Lin Chengjie laughed at himself with a smile: "But now, with these things, I got what I asked for."

"It's Zhao Hanchen." Cheng Weiyue paused, then fell silent.

And Lin Chengjie nodded, acquiescing.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the evidence in her hands. With these things, it became easy to report Chu Manxiao to the police.

Cheng Weiyue's tone was serious: "No matter what, I still want to thank you."

"You don't need to thank me," Lin Chengjie shook his head, his eyes were quite meaningful: "Anyway, as I said just now, we all got what we wanted. So, you don't need to thank me."

He turned around to leave, Cheng Weiyue got up and said, "I'll see you off."

"Miss Cheng, you don't need to send them away." The smile on Lin Chengjie's face faded, and he was rarely serious, "I wish you all the best."