Spring night kiss

In this life, people are always gaining and losing, losing and gaining again. She suddenly wanted to take a gamble, betting that this person named Zheng Heng would really look back and want to love her properly.

Song Zhaozhao heard himself say: "Zheng Heng, come up here and let's have a good talk."

Zheng Heng chuckled softly, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

A few minutes later, Song Zhaozhao went to open the door for Zheng Heng in his pajamas. The latter saw her red eyes and frowned in distress.

"How long have you been crying?"

"do not know,"

Song Zhaozhao was calm as if he was talking about someone else: "I don't want to cry either, but I can't control my tears."

"It's bad for your eyes if you keep crying like this." Zheng Heng raised his hand, pressed Song Zhaozhao's eye sockets, and said, "They're all swollen, so don't cry anymore."

Song Zhaozhao felt nervous and said nothing.

"Let's do this. I will handle this matter. I have to ask Liang Cheng to give you an explanation. How about it?" Zheng Heng said seriously.

Song Zhaozhao was a little surprised and looked up at him: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Can this matter be false?" Zheng Heng looked at Song Zhaozhao funny: "Since I said so, I will definitely explain it to you. We have said it all and let's talk about it."

Song Zhaozhao suddenly recalled the time when he and Zheng Heng were together a long time ago.

Although the beginning of their relationship was not a good one, even mixed with coercion and inducement, Song Zhaozhao had to admit that Zheng Heng gave her a lot, not only resources, but also preference.

People in the circle say that Young Master Zheng has made up his mind this time and is taking care of his children seriously.

Song Zhaozhao had a rough youth. With such care and preference, if he said he was not tempted at all, it would be a lie. Zheng Heng's pampering towards her was visible to the naked eye. She was sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued in front of him. The only thing she relied on was his preference.

At that time, Song Zhaozhao was very busy with work, so the lights in Yanyuan were kept on all night long. She often came back from filming night scenes, and Zheng Heng would sit in the hall waiting for her.

The man's expression was impatient, but there was clearly a look of relief between his brows. He said, "You still know you're coming back? It's so late. I thought you were going to drive away the corpse."

Zheng Heng's words are not pleasant, but those waiting and companionship are real.

At this moment, the man stood in front of her and said, "Song Zhaozhao, I don't know what will happen in the future. Anyway, let's talk."

Song Zhaozhao thought that she was still willing to take a gamble.

The lighting in the apartment was warm. Song Zhaozhao looked up and watched the warm light flowing on Zheng Heng's face.

She blinked, tears trembling in her eyes. Under Zheng Heng's slightly nervous gaze, she whispered: "Zheng Heng, I promise you."

Jiang Tan confronted Liang Cheng again at a charity dinner a few days later.

Liang Cheng and Chu Anning were both there. The latter looked at Jiang Tan coldly as she walked in. He thought she was just air and left without looking back.

Liang Cheng, with a spring breeze on his face, walked towards Jiang Tan with a smile.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Tan also smiled, as if nothing happened: "Mr. Liang."

"We haven't seen each other for a few days, right? Since the last time we said goodbye to each other in the hotel, I have been looking for an opportunity to apologize to Miss Jiang for my recklessness."

Liang Cheng spoke sincerely, but he never mentioned Zhao Yan.

Jiang Tan's smile did not fade, and she slowly sipped the red wine in her hand: "No, I don't need your apology." "You don't need it, but that doesn't mean Mr. Zhou doesn't need it."

Liang Cheng raised his glass of wine towards Jiang Tan with a very humble attitude: "I can't help you with this matter, Miss Jiang. Please treat me as someone who doesn't understand the ways of the world and let me go."

Jiang Tan admires Liang Cheng's ability to whitewash peace.

She looked at Liang Cheng calmly and said in a calm tone: "The Liang family is very quick in their actions, and they are also very understanding of people. They know that money is the fastest bargaining chip that can shut someone up."

"I heard that you have already gone to find Zhao Yan's parents."

Liang Cheng's smile was a bit smug and he couldn't help it: "But now, even other people's biological parents are not going to pursue it, so why does Miss Jiang have to wade through this muddy water?"

Jiang Tan is not the kind of person who is full of sympathy. A large part of the reason why he was willing to go through all the trouble to find the cause of Zhao Yan's death was because this person was Song Zhaozhao's cousin.

But these days, Song Zhaozhao did not contact Jiang Tan again. Jiang Tan knew that she probably went to Zhao's house to be stimulated, so he did not contact her.

Therefore, listening to Liang Cheng's words, Jiang Tan just sneered: "I don't need to explain to you whether I am dripping or not, right?"

"Of course, Miss Jiang's identity, why do you need to explain anything to me?"

Liang Cheng quickly smiled and said: "Our company has some overseas projects recently. If Miss Jiang is interested, I am willing to let Miss Jiang participate in individual stocks."

"Are you asking for money to shut my mouth?" Jiang Tan's smile remained unchanged, "Liang Cheng, how many people do you plan to use the same tactics and methods on?"

"You can win all over the world with one move, haven't you heard about it, Miss Jiang?" Liang Cheng smiled more kindly, "Just tell me, are you willing to win-win with me? In the shopping mall, it is better to be a community of interests than to be enemies. It’s strong, don’t you think?”

Jiang Tan looked at Liang Cheng's confident smile and said, her indifference worsening: "It's a pity. I would rather stay as far away from people like you as possible."

There was a flash of anger in Liang Cheng's eyes.

This Jiang Tan really didn't know how to show appreciation. If it wasn't for Zhou Yinghuai's sake, he would have really wanted to throw the glass of red wine directly on her face.

But the situation was stronger than the situation. Liang Cheng just smiled and said slowly: "Whatever Miss Jiang said, I'll leave then."

Jiang Tan gave him a look of contempt that said, "Why are you talking nonsense?"

Liang Cheng smiled suppressedly and was about to leave when he suddenly saw Song Zhaozhao appearing in the direction of the door, holding Zheng Heng's hand.

Liang Cheng's expression froze, his scalp went numb, and he subconsciously blurted out: "Didn't Song Zhaozhao and Zheng Heng have a falling out?"

Jiang Tan was also surprised and suddenly looked in the direction of the door.

She squeezed the wine glass in her hand and watched Zheng Heng and Song Zhaozhao walk up to her.

Liang Cheng was now in a dilemma. He laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Zheng, Miss Song."

Zheng Heng turned his face, his eyebrows lowered, and his eyes fell on Song Zhaozhao's face. His tone was cold: "Is it him?"

Song Zhaozhao was stunned, "What do you want to do?"

Zheng Heng took the red wine from Jiang Tan's hand, and the next moment, he poured the whole glass of red wine towards Liang Cheng.

Even Song Zhaozhao was stunned and looked at him blankly.

Zheng Heng's posture was neat, and under Liang Cheng's dumbfounded expression, he said calmly: "You know I usually don't like to meddle in other people's business, but it's not good for you to mess with anyone, especially my girlfriend."