Zhao Mingchen's hair is regularly dyed with black hair oil. He pays attention to maintenance and fitness. Although he is clearly in his 60s, he looks no more than forty years old.

But at this moment, these carefully prepared modifications could not hide the fatigue of his body.

His eyes flashed with reluctance, secret annoyance, and regret. In the end, all the emotions turned into a calm smile on the surface.

In front of everyone, he said slowly: "I will officially step down as chairman of Jingxing Group today, retreat to the second line, and give up my position to General Manager Zhao Hanchen Zhao."

In a meeting, Zhao Hanchen was full of words about the four words "win without force".

It's just that he doesn't care. For him, the process doesn't matter to him. What he cares about is only the result.

If this method can make Zhao Mingchen feel better, he will be happy to do this as a favor.

The meeting ended and everyone left the conference room one after another.

Only Zhao Hanchen and Zhao Mingchen were left in the conference room.

Zhao Han and Chen Feng raised their eyes slightly, showing some coldness and ridicule: "Dad made such a fuss before abdicating the throne. I am happy to cooperate. I only hope that you can let go willingly."

So this time, Zhao Mingchen knew that it was useless to say anything.

He seemed to be sitting less upright than before.

His shoulders slumped and he felt a little tired: "Now there are only two of us, father and son, and I just want to hear the truth from you. Why are you suddenly so eager for quick success?"

The coldness in Zhao Hanchen's eyes was much less. He calmly played with the pen in his hand, with cold white knuckles and a slight arc on his fingertips.

"Dad, I've been going too smoothly over the years, and I've done some wrong things. Until now, I have no other thoughts. I just want to give myself a chance to correct my mistakes." The corner of his lips suddenly opened into a smile, very faint.

Light and sincere: "I want to get married to Cheng Weiyue."

Zhao Mingchen's face changed again and again, and in the end, he was ashen...

Cai Ancheng recently took on a big case and rarely appeared in the office. Cheng Weiyue and Xue Wenran worked together. The two of them were doing the same workload as three people. They were as busy as a spinning top.

At noon, Zhou Jingwei still asked her to eat as usual. The dishes were basically three simple dishes and one soup, but the taste was good.

Cheng Weiyue didn't know if it was her imagination. She always felt that she had gained weight these days.

On Friday, the temperature dropped again in Jingcheng. At noon, Zhou Jingwei prepared corn and ribs soup, as well as bitter gourd scrambled eggs and abalone braised pork.

After Cheng Weiyue finished eating, she sat on the sofa and looked at her mobile phone.

Zhou Jingwei went outside to answer a phone call and came back. When he came back, it could be seen that he was not in a good mood.

He touched Cheng Weiyue's hair, sat down beside her, and naturally put his hand on her shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Weiyue mentioned the name of a popular variety show, and Zhou Jingwei patiently watched it with her.

There are some humorous plots in the middle, and every time, Cheng Weiyue's lips will reveal a knowing smile.

Zhou Jingwei looked at her smile and gradually couldn't watch the variety show scenes on his mobile phone.

He suddenly called her name in a mute voice: "Weiyue..."

The smile on Cheng Weiyue's face had not faded yet. She looked at Zhou Jingwei with bright eyes: "What's wrong?"

"I'm going back to the Zhou family's old house tonight. My mother wants to see me. Tonight..." His fingertips ran through the ends of her hair and gently clasped her waist.

Cheng Weiyue understood what he meant, he couldn't stay with her at night.

Almost at the same moment, Zhou Bingquan's warning to herself appeared in her mind.

So she interrupted with a smile: "Then go and do your work. It just so happened that Jiang Jinran's parents also wanted to have a dinner with me. His grandparents also came back from abroad. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Jiang Jinran?" Zhou Jingwei repeated the name softly.

"That's the boy who sent me out that day in Tinglan Hutong." Cheng Weiyue explained.

"I know," Zhou Jingwei's hand on her waist tightened, with a vague possessiveness floating around. However, he was silent for a while and just whispered: "Remember to send me an address. I will pick you up when the time is up."

Cheng Weiyue said yes and felt relieved.

Regardless of whether Zhou Jingwei wanted her to meet his family or not, as far as she was concerned, she really didn't want to face Zhou Jingwei's father at all.

Call her cowardly or selfish, but she is still not ready to face Zhou Jingwei's family.

The little girl was really bad at hiding her emotions, and Zhou Jingwei could clearly see the relieved expression on her face.

He had no intention of taking Cheng Weiyue back to the Zhou family. The Zhou family was in a quagmire. He would not let her get into danger easily until he was not completely sure that Cheng Weiyue could escape unscathed.

But her reaction was so strong that he still felt as if something had stabbed him in the heart.

He originally wanted to ask Cheng Weiyue the reason for his resistance, but when the words came to his lips, he still didn't ask.

He couldn't let go and didn't want to push her too hard, so he just pretended that he didn't notice anything.

It was almost time for lunch break. Cheng Weiyue turned off the variety show and wanted to get up and leave.

But the moment she stood up, she was pulled back into Zhou Jingwei's arms.

The hand he held on her wrist was neither light nor heavy, but if you look closely, it was actually a restraining gesture.

Cheng Weiyue had just calmed down, and Zhou Jingwei's kiss had already fallen.

He kissed her deeper than ever before, as if he wanted to use this kiss to confirm and seek something.

His fingers pinched her waist and rubbed it gently, leaving light red fingerprints on it.

Her skin is thin and marks are easily left.

Cheng Weiyue felt that her legs were getting weak. She pinched his collar and could not say anything for a long time.

Zhou Jingwei's dark eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses fell on her red lips.

He pressed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and said with a gentle smile on his elegant face: "Have fun tonight."

Cheng Weiyue said yes.

Zhou Jingwei helped her stand up, took the coat from the side and put it on her body. His voice was gentle: "It's getting colder today. Remember to wear a coat at night and keep warm."

"I understand, then...you should also keep warm."

"Um."

Zhou Jingwei calmly sent her outside the office. Like every time, he waited with her for the elevator and waited for her to get off before turning around and walking back.

People are always greedy and it seems they have always been that way.

In the past, he thought that Cheng Weiyue only needed to be by his side, but now, he wanted to get her response.

She was escaping, Zhou Jingwei knew.

He also knows that he is too eager, but when he loves someone, even if someone takes a second look, he feels like they are robbing him.
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