lure her into deep

cold?

The floor heating and constant temperature system in this banquet hall are at least 289 degrees, which is good if it's not too hot.

This question was asked simply to find something to say.

"Humph!" Cen Jia snorted lightly, turned away and ignored him.

This familiar fairy scorned... Zhou Heng's lips raised slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he stayed in place and did not continue to flirt.

Although the people around him were careful to keep secrets, the man still felt a lot of gossipy eyes directed at them.

It is also impossible.

After all, whether it's Zhou Cen's family or between him and Cen Jia, the plot is too exciting. The grudges of the previous generation, the love and hate of young people, and a child whose identity is not disclosed but whose existence is not concealed... Even if they don't speak, just appearing in the same space is eye-catching enough.

In fact, he didn't care about the opinions of outsiders, but the little fairy was too thin-skinned.

Zhou Heng sighed secretly. He wanted to go out for a smoke but remembered the doctor's advice and had no choice but to give up.

The people on the stage finally finished their speech after spraying wheat for the Nth time.

The banquet hall burst into applause. Don't care if you are sincere or fake, anyway, you have enough face.

Zhou Heng clapped his hands a few times symbolically while paying attention to Cen Jia.

A waiter carrying a tray happened to be passing by. He picked up a glass of juice, then approached her and pretended to say: "Mr. Cen, happy New Year."

He also wanted to wait until the party was over and then find a quiet place to talk to her. But he couldn't help it, he would get close to her unconsciously.

Zhou Heng greeted him openly and openly, and others naturally looked towards him openly and watched the excitement.

Cen Jia resisted the urge to roll her eyes and forced out a beautiful and business-like smile, but she couldn't hide the gritted tone: "Mr. Zhou, happy New Year."

Turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Heng hurriedly called her and lowered his voice slightly, "When the banquet is over, are you looking for a place to chat? I have something to tell you."

He asked her out once on the third day of junior high school, but she was rejected. Thinking that we could still meet today anyway, I didn't go looking for anyone. He was in a hurry, but there were some things that he couldn't be too hasty about.

Cen Jia frowned and said as quietly as possible: "Zhou Heng, I told you the day before yesterday that there is nothing to talk about between us except that everything goes smoothly."

Facing her indifferent expression, the man felt helpless. If he hadn't secretly explored the bottom, he would have been deceived by the little fairy's indifferent appearance.

"I just want to talk to you about things that went well." Zhou Heng made it up seriously with his eyes open. This is not the place to talk, just trick people out and then talk.

Confusion and wariness appeared in Cen Jia's eyes. What's there to talk about when things go well?

Could it be that this bitch wants to go against his promise and fight for custody rights with her?

It’s hard to say. Although she swore to her biological father and silly son that Zhou Heng would not go back on her promise. But she wasn't absolutely confident.

Let's talk about the grudges between the two families. And people change. Just because Zhou Heng kept his word in the past doesn't mean that he won't regret it now.

Perhaps it's a mother's nature, but when it comes to things that go smoothly, Cen Jia can't help but overthink things.

"Don't wait until the banquet is over. I'm going to say hello to the president. Find a place now." Say what you have to say freely, why embarrass yourself.

The place Zhou Heng was looking for was the lounge that had witnessed many miracles.

Cen Jia didn't pay attention at first. When he entered the door, he realized that he had led him into a ditch.

The layout and furnishings here have not changed, and the familiar environment suddenly gives people a feeling of fateful reincarnation. She pursed her lips slightly, and just as she was about to suggest changing places, she heard a "click" of the lock coming from behind her.

Cen Jia was startled and turned around quickly: "You..."

She wanted to ask "What are you doing?" However, before she could say the next words, she was pulled into the man's arms. The bridge of my nose bumped into his strong chest, causing a tingling sensation. The crisp breath enveloped her overwhelmingly, invading her senses wantonly.

After the shock, his mind was still blank. Her body instinctively began to struggle violently, but the arms that imprisoned her were thick and powerful, as strong as a cage. Let all her resistance be in vain.

The corners of her eyes became wet, and Cen Jia felt tears welling up. I don't know if it's because of anger or the aftereffects of the impact on my nose.

She raised her foot, stepped hard on the man's instep, and then crushed it hard. The result was only a low groan and a tighter clamp.

"Zhou Heng, you are sick!"

"Why are you crazy? You are crazy!"

She opened her mouth to curse, but because her face was too close to his chest, her voice was dull and unthreatening.

Collapse, Cen Jia felt that the whole world had collapsed.

If Zhou Heng wasn't possessed by someone's soul today, it would be because she had a mental schizophrenia and a delusion. Nothing she was experiencing now was real.

Cen Jia suddenly gave up her resistance and closed her eyes. Then I hope in my heart that when I open my eyes again, everything will be back on track.

She was still standing in the banquet hall holding a cup. There is no dog man, nor the absurdity of the moment.

"Cen Jia..." A deep voice came into her ears, breaking her fantasy. The man's voice was harsh, with a hint of trembling and choking, "I'm not mentally ill, but I have had a brain tumor..."

"I didn't really want to break up with you, I thought I was going to die."

"Sorry……"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Then... Cen Jia only felt that the world became more mysterious.

She didn't know when the man let her go. When she came back to her senses, she only met his red bloodshot eyes.

Cen Jia felt like something was pulling at her heart, but her head became even more confused. She seemed to understand what he just said, but she didn't seem to understand.

Zhou Heng looked at the confused woman, his throat rolled, and he tried hard to suppress his emotions.

He actually didn't want to do this. He wanted to sit down and tell her stories calmly. But he found that he couldn't do it.

The moment the door closed, a certain switch in his body was triggered.

All the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were out of control and no longer under his control.

How long have they been separated? More than two years, more than 800 days and nights. No one knows what kind of suffering and missing he endured.

What he wanted to do to her was more than just a hug?

The two looked at each other like this for a long time.

Until the turmoil in Zhou Heng's heart gradually subsided. He closed his eyes to calm down, and when he opened them again, he had completely calmed down: "Cen Jia, I didn't lie to you."

"It was never my intention to break up with you, and I never involved you in the feud between the Zhou family and the Cen family."

"I've had a brain tumor for a long time. It was stable before, and the doctor said I could coexist with it. But I don't know why, before I broke up with you, it suddenly got worse."

"I said those words to irritate you because I was afraid that you would..."

"Wait a minute!" Cen Jia finally figured out something after listening to his unexciting story. She blinked her big eyes and looked at him, and her brain started to work... That is, Zhou Heng found out that she was seriously ill and thought she was going to die, so he drove her away in revenge for Cen's stall.

So...why does this story sound familiar?