deliberate kiss

Chapter 75 As long as you want
"I'm here, I'll be back before five o'clock."

Cheng Weiyue's heart was pounding, and she replied two words cautiously and seriously: "Waiting for you."

Oh, wait for you.

For a moment, Zhao Hanshen hated himself for having such good eyesight, which is why he could see these two words so clearly.

His voice fell on the top of Cheng Weiyue's head, clear and cold, like an ice pick: "Cheng Weiyue."

In fact, it wasn't an unfamiliar voice. During the years when Cheng Weiyue was obsessed with Zhao Hanchen, she had listened to all his speeches in public countless times over and over again.

Zhao Hanshen's voice is very magnetic, it's the kind of president's voice that young girls would like, less gentle and tender, more romantic and depressed.

But at this moment, it seemed that there was only coldness and hostility left.

Cheng Weiyue frowned, didn't speak, and was about to leave.

The wrist was gently held, Cheng Weiyue tried to break free, but failed.

After all, she looked at him with somewhat angry eyes: "What are you going to do?"

"Yueyue." Zhao Han's deep lips were trembling, and he held her wrist a little harder, saying: "You look like this, it really makes me feel very strange."

Cheng Weiyue raised her eyes to look at him, those beautiful and charming almond eyes, the emotions in them were as pale as water, she paused every word: "You are so entangled, it also makes me feel strange."

The four words of entanglement easily hurt Zhao Hanchen's nerves.

The blue veins on his forehead twitched rapidly, pulling out a sharp and fine pain.

"That's how you see me? It's only been a few days, and that's how you see me, isn't it?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his phoenix eyes were dizzy and bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "What kind of ecstasy soup did Zhou Jingwei give you!"

"The matter between the two of us has never had anything to do with Zhou Jingwei!" Cheng Weiyue said firmly: "You don't need to make excuses for yourself, Zhao Hanchen, you should be very clear in your heart why we separated!"

"I don't know, I don't understand!" Zhao Han's voice became deeper and more depressed.

He looked straight at Cheng Weiyue, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've already given in, how long are you going to make trouble? If you were someone else, you would have already figured it out! Cheng Weiyue, you want me to do it At what point can you come back?"

"It's indeed my fault that such a noble person as Mr. Zhao bowed to me and flattered me."

Cheng Weiyue smiled, her eyes sarcastic: "You don't have to do anything, Zhao Hanshen, really, you don't have to do anything, I can't bear it!"

Zhao Hanshen didn't know why things had developed to this point.

The moment Mingming got off the car, he came to ask her for peace, didn't he?
He was flustered and refused to let go of Cheng Weiyue's hand.He was afraid that if he let go, she would leave without looking back.

"Aren't you angry with me because of the Tinglan Hutong?" Zhao Han said hoarsely: "I promise you, I will rebuild a house for you and your uncle, which is exactly the same as this house, and the compensation that should be paid , I will not be less, I will pay you a hundred times."

Cheng Weiyue looked at him without saying a word.

Zhao Hanchen was flustered by her look, lowered his eyebrows and pleaded: "Is this not enough? Yueyue, don't look at me like that, okay?"

"Zhao Hanchen." Cheng Weiyue suddenly and calmly called his name.

Zhao Hanchen's eyes lit up, and he said in a hurry: "Yueyue, tell me, what do you want to say?"

Cheng Weiyue pulled her hand back little by little, as if she didn't know the pain.

Her tone was as cold as ice: "Do you think that everyone in this world is the same as you? If you lose something, you can just find a replacement. If you build a house that looks the same, it won't be my house. house. You left me by your side as Qiao Jingxue's substitute, and I will never be Qiao Jingxue!"

After she finished speaking, she tried her best to free her hand without a trace of remembrance.

Zhao Han looked at the slender figure getting farther and farther away from him.

She got into a taxi and left without hesitation.

Zhao Hanchen felt the skin in the palm of his hand was hot, with a slight burning pain.

How can it be so painful?
Is it the pain of loss?

Cheng Weiyue took a nap in the afternoon.

When Zhou Jingwei came back, she was lying on the tatami next to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, covered with a thin blanket, sleeping soundly.

Zhou Jingwei glanced at the employees behind him and motioned them to take their steps lightly.

When Cheng Weiyue woke up, the sun was coloring the sky, and everything around her was full of strong and bright colors.

She saw Zhou Jingwei sitting beside her, with a sharp side face, gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a depressed and gentle demeanor.

There was a notebook on his lap, if Cheng Weiyue read it correctly, he should be dealing with business.

She lifted the blanket, and her voice was still sleepy, rustling and sweet: "When did you come back? Didn't you say it would be five o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Two hours ago," Zhou Jingwei closed the notebook, tucked the quilt for her, and said with a slight smile, "I found you were still sleeping when I came back, so I didn't wake you up."

Cheng Weiyue scratched her hair in embarrassment: "I went out today, and I'm a little tired when I come back."

Only then did Zhou Jingwei see the finger marks on her wrist, which were red and fell on her excessively fair complexion, almost glaring.

He held Cheng Weiyue's hand and moved very lightly: "How did you do it?"

"I met Zhao Hanshen," Cheng Weiyue said without hiding anything, "We had a little unpleasantness, it's not a big deal."

Listening to Cheng Weiyue's words, Zhou Jingwei felt as if his heart had been stabbed by something, which caused excessive pain.

His brows and eyes were filled with distress, and he asked her, "Does your wrist hurt?"

Cheng Weiyue said there was no pain, and it would be gone tomorrow.

It was only then that Zhou Jingwei slightly suppressed his temper, which was already boiling and restless.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "Do you want to sleep again?"

Cheng Weiyue shook her head: "No need, I've been asleep for a long time."

Zhou Jingwei held her hand and said softly, "Come with me, I'll show you something."

Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhou Jingwei suspiciously: "What? You're still playing tricks on me."

The dusk outside was just right, and Cheng Weiyue was taken to the top floor by Zhou Jingwei, where there were floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides, and the dusk could fall in without reservation.

This was already beautiful, what surprised Cheng Weiyue even more was the room full of daffodils.

The flowers bloom just right, and a light fragrance fills the air.

Cheng Weiyue originally thought that the flowering narcissus that she saw in Zhou Jingwei's office last time was already rare, but seeing what she saw in front of her, she realized what rare is.

"Daffodils don't bloom in autumn," Zhou Jingwei hugged her gently, with a lazily bewitching voice: "But if you want, it will bloom."

He kissed Cheng Weiyue's side face and asked her, "Do you like it?"

(End of this chapter)