deliberate kiss

Chapter 87
The rain was getting heavier, and Cheng Weiyue felt a terrible headache as a result of being drenched in the rain for a long time.

She didn't struggle anymore, and said yes obediently.

Later, when Zhou Jingwei carried her down the mountain, the rain hit the two of them, making them extremely cold.

Zhou Jingwei shielded her part of the wind and rain with his body, bent down from time to time and pressed his face to her forehead, feeling hot.

The anxiety between his brows and eyes was real: "Yueyue, hold on a little longer."

Cheng Weiyue didn't know if she heard it, but she just held his collar tightly with her hands, with a gesture of nostalgia.

People will always be afraid after experiencing great thrills and dangers.

Zhou Jingwei came earlier than the police.

This thought seemed to be some kind of signal, telling her that Zhou Jingwei was omnipotent.

The moment he appeared was like a long sunny day after a heavy rain, full of hope and warmth.

So much so that even in such a difficult situation, she can feel at ease.

Only Zhou Jingwei can make Cheng Weiyue feel at ease
The rain has no tendency to stop.

When Zhou Jingwei returned to the B&B with Cheng Weiyue who had fallen asleep in his arms, he saw Zhao Hanchen standing at the front desk.

He was dressed in a smart suit, with stern eyes, slender fingers resting on the counter, and his body leaned forward slightly.

In terms of body language expression, it is a very urgent gesture.

He was negotiating with the clerk, and his tone could be heard eagerly: "I just want to know where Cheng Weiyue has gone? Is there anything I can't tell?"

"Sir, I'm really sorry, our homestay has no way to tell you the customer's itinerary, and it's raining so much outside now, it's better for you not to wander around."

The clerk was a little girl who came to work as a temporary worker, and she was about to cry because of Zhao Hanchen's aura.

She had never seen a man with such a strong aura and such a bad temper.

Zhou Jingwei pushed the door open and walked in. The heavy glass door hit the wind chime on the eaves, making a crisp sound, which also successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Cai Ancheng also came in from the outside, hurriedly followed Zhou Jingwei, and said, "Zhou Lu, I have already contacted the doctor from the nearby hospital, and he will be here in 10 minutes."

And Zhao Han looked at Cheng Weiyue, who was in distress and pale in Zhou Jingwei's arms, and couldn't hide his fright.

He withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help staring at Zhou Jingwei's collar for a long time.

Cheng Weiyue's palm was hurt, and she pinched Zhou Jingwei's collar all the way, leaving a strong and dazzling red on it.

He looked at Zhou Jingwei again, and reprimanded words came to his throat. He couldn't hold back, and blurted out: "Is this what you said you love her? Is that how you love her? Zhou Jingwei, when Weiyue was by my side, I never let her Got a little hurt!"

The tone of the questioning sounded in my ears.

Zhou Jingwei just frowned, and said in a calm voice, "Get out of the way."

"Are you guilty?" Zhao Han sneered.

Zhou Jingwei didn't want to pay attention, and wanted to leave after passing him.He was also in a bad mood, and he didn't have any extra patience to appease Zhao Hanchen's mood.

But the latter was a ignorant person, so he went to the elevator and wanted to go up with Zhou Jingwei: "I don't believe you can take good care of her, I want to go up with you."

Because he was afraid that the rain would block his vision, Zhou Jingwei took off his glasses early on.

In fact, his eyebrows and eyes have nothing to do with the word "gentle and elegant", but can be called a sense of oppression.

At this time, he glanced at Zhao Hanchen blankly, and at the moment when the elevator climbed up, he said without any emotion: "Zhao Hanchen, do you know what it means to do the right thing at the right time?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Han's complexion changed.

"It means that Weiyue has nothing to do with you now, and it doesn't make any sense for you to come here all the way. I don't need to explain to you whether I am good to Weiyue, I just need to explain to her alone."

What he said was indifferent and true, and he listened carefully, somewhat disgusted.

Zhao Han's face was as heavy as water, and he was choked for a long time, unable to speak a word.

And Zhou Jingwei got out of the elevator, ignoring Zhao Hanchen who followed behind gritted his teeth, walked to Cheng Weiyue's room and opened the door, and then closed the door with a "bang" with his backhand.

Zhao Han stood on the spot, looking at the closed door in front of him, breathing heavily.

For a long time, he slumped along the wall and sat on the ground. The brocade clothes all over his body could not conceal his essential powerlessness.

There are no setbacks in Zhao Hanchen's life.One of his biggest setbacks when he was young was simply not being able to love Qiao Jingxue.

Afterwards, whether it was playing in the world in love, or strategizing at the negotiating table, he was the most energetic one.

How can you not be high-spirited?
What he wants, there are always countless people scrambling to give it with both hands.

His life has really been perfect.

If not from Cheng Weiyue
He didn't even know that he would go crazy, crossing two cities in the middle of the night for a woman, just to take a look at her.

But she didn't even know it, she was lying in another man's arms, fragile and docile.

She seemed to really trust Zhou Jingwei.

But why?

How long have they known each other? Where did the deep-rooted love come from? It must be Qing?
I don't want to believe it.

But now, with everything in front of his eyes, he seemed to have to believe it again.

The environment of the B&B is really not good. In the corridor, you can smell the smell of the rainstorm outside the window mixed with the wooden floor, which is decayed and withered.

Zhao Han covered his eyes with the back of his hand, blocking the dim light from the ceiling.

It was as if something warm came out of his eye sockets and wet the back of his hands.

He spoke in a low voice, his voice was indescribably weak.

He said, "Ningning, I know I was wrong."

I know it's wrong, so can you come back
Zhou Jingwei was afraid that the bed would get wet, so he put Cheng Weiyue at the end of the bed, and turned on the heater in the room.

This air conditioner is probably quite old, and the carrier is whirring, the sound is as loud as a blower.

Zhou Jingwei's eyes fell on Cheng Weiyue's blood-stained hands, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Only then did Cheng Weiyue regain consciousness, slowly woke up, looked at Zhou Jingwei who seemed to be leaving, called his name, and asked him a little aggrieved if he was leaving.

She didn't even know her tears were falling.

She is not feeling well. At such a young age, she has not yet graduated from university, so she is unavoidable to be a little coquettish.

Zhou Jingwei walked back, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his index finger, and coaxed patiently: "There is no need to leave, I will put hot water for you, you must take a bath, or you will catch a cold."

Cheng Weiyue's face gradually turned red.

Air conditioning, heating and humid air created an ambiguous atmosphere.

Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhou Jingwei, but her eyes dodged: "I wash it myself."

(End of this chapter)