Chapter 117 Understand the identity

Cheng Weiyue didn't want to think about how much praise there was in this endearing sentence and how much was unspoken.

"Thank you uncle for the compliment."

His tone was very calm, and there was no hint of worry or fear.

Zhou Bingquan was a little more curious. He tapped the crutch with embroidered text on his fingertips, and said in a quiet voice: "It's not a compliment, it's all true. After all, everyone in this world will give up for five buckets of rice, but Miss Cheng doesn't."

How can you put these external things in your eyes and refuse so easily even the gifts I give you?"

"I am just a layman. I am not as unconventional as your uncle said." Cheng Weiyue knew that since Zhou Jingwei's father could find her, he must also be able to find out why he stayed with Zhou Jingwei in the first place.

Her voice was calm and serious: "My uncle just gave it to me, it's not something I care about."

"So what Zhou Jingwei gave you is what you care about?" Zhou Bingquan smiled lowly. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes did not diminish his charm, but added a bit of depth that was not obvious.

He turned his head slightly and looked out the window, seemingly giving some kind instruction: "Jing Wei can pamper many women. I don't object to you staying by his side, but everyone must understand their own status.

do you think so?"

Zhou Bingquan's words made Cheng Weiyue's ears feel like they were pricked by something.

She frowned, but couldn't say anything to refute.

Things in this world are not just about love and love. Zhou Bingquan saved her face and didn't speak too straightforwardly, which was considered kind.

The car slowly stopped at the door of the office. Zhou Bingquan did not rush to ask the driver to open the door for Cheng Weiyue. Instead, he smiled and said: "Jing Wei is indeed excellent. Even if he does not have the aura of the Zhou family, he is already outstanding enough. But

Miss Cheng, I hope you know that without the Zhou family, no matter how young and promising Zhou Jingwei is, he will be nothing more than an upstart in Jingcheng."

Cheng Weiyue felt her heart beating rapidly, and her vision blurred.

How powerless are ordinary people in the face of power?

That's about it.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhou Bingquan looked in the rearview mirror and motioned to the butler in the front row to open the door.

Cheng Weiyue got out of the car, facing the dazzling sunlight.

She blinked, held back her discomfort, calmed down for a few minutes, and walked towards the door of the office.

Cheng Weiyue was not in a very high mood that day, and she had never thought about the future before. The three-month period between the two of them had not yet come, and Cheng Weiyue had not thought about anything so far away.

But even so, Zhou Bingquan's beating today still gave her a wake-up call.

Everything Zhou Bingquan said was well-founded and she could not refute it.

Cai Ancheng organized a gathering for colleagues and got off work two hours early in the afternoon.

While cleaning up her desk, Cheng Weiyue received a message from her mother, Zhao Ruolan, asking her how her internship was going and when she would be back for dinner.

In my ears, my colleagues were discussing where to have dinner together in the evening, and it was in full swing.

Cheng Weiyue thought for a while and replied to Zhao Ruolan: "I'll be back now."

Xue Wenran came over and asked Cheng Weiyue if she had any taboos.

"Lawyer Xue, I'm sorry, I have to go home. I won't attend the party tonight." Cheng Weiyue said in an apologetic tone.

It was originally an ordinary gathering. Cheng Weiyue had something to do and couldn't attend, so Xue Wenran didn't force it and let her go and get busy if she had something to do.

Tinglan Hutong still looks simple and clean. It rained lightly in the evening and the weather was a bit humid.

Cheng Weiyue was walking in an alley that was one person wide and heard the faint noise blowing in the draft.

Everything was very quiet, and Cheng Weiyue's heart, which had been restless for no reason all day, also calmed down.

Until around the corner in front of my home, I heard the roar of a motorcycle, followed by a sharp brake.

Cheng Weiyue paused, walked over, and saw a very cool motorcycle.

The red body and the color of the flames are like fire.

This is a motorcycle that young boys will think is cool after just one glance.

Sitting on the motorcycle was a young man wearing a helmet, with a straight back and wearing a cold-textured black leather jacket.

He took off his helmet, revealing short red hair. He quickly turned over and got out of the car. The moment he turned in the direction of Cheng Weiyue, the earring in his right ear gave off a dizzying reflection.

This is a boyish face, with sharp fangs showing when he smiles, and fox-like eyes slightly narrowed.

Cheng Weiyue froze on the spot, really not knowing who this person was in front of her.

But the other party didn't notice at all. He walked quickly towards Cheng Weiyue, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and said with a smile: "Hey, little carrot, have you grown so tall?"

Cheng Weiyue took a step back warily: "Who are you?"

"Really or not, you don't remember me?" The young man raised his eyebrows, his fox-eyed smile became thicker: "You really have no conscience, Cheng Weiyue."

"How do you know my name?"

The two were talking at the door, but were finally interrupted by Zhao Ruolan who heard the sound.

"These two children! What are you doing at the door? Come in!" Zhao Ruolan was in a good mood and greeted the two of them warmly: "Weiyue, why don't you invite Jiang Jinran to come in?"

"Jiang Jinran?" Cheng Weiyue finally came to his senses, pointed at the boy's short hair, and said "you" for a long time before asking, "Why have you lost so much weight?"

When Jiang Jinran was a child, he lived with his grandparents across from Cheng Weiyue's house. The two of them fought together until they were fourteen or fifteen years old. Jiang Jinran, who was about to enter high school, was taken abroad by his biological parents.

In Cheng Weiyue's memory, Jiang Jinran has always been the fat little follower behind her.

Sure enough, every fat person is a potential stock.

This kid will look so good when he grows up!

"How are you? Are you conquered by my charm, young master?" Jiang Jinran raised his eyebrows at Cheng Weiyue proudly: "Little Carrot, why do you still look like you have never seen the world?"

Cheng Weiyue was choked by him and could not speak, and silently withdrew the compliment just now.

She was too lazy to argue with the narcissist in front of her and walked towards the courtyard.

Zhao Ruolan raised several large tanks of goldfish and placed them in the courtyard. She also planted lotus flowers in the large tanks.

Jiang Jinran stared at the fish in the tank as soon as he entered, and his mouth was as sweet as honey: "Aunt Zhao, the goldfish you raise are so beautiful, much livelier and cuter than the ones I saw outside."

"Oh, is that right?" Zhao Ruolan was setting up the dishes. When she heard Jiang Jinran's words, she burst out laughing: "You kid, you've been sweet-mouthed since you were a child."

"How can you not? I am telling the truth." Jiang Jinran withdrew his gaze, walked towards Zhao Ruolan, and said, "Aunt Zhao, do you think there is anything you need my help with?"

"No, no, no, how can I ask for your help?" Zhao Ruolan said with a smile.
Chapter completed!