Chapter 13 Give me one

"Ask Zhao Hanchen for it." He paused and spoke again, with a smile in his tone: "Why did you call me Mr. Zhou again?"

Cheng Weiyue embarrassedly brought the phone closer to her ear. She said seriously and softly on the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, I...I rarely call the name of the opposite sex like this."

The little girl's voice was soft and gentle, and Zhou Jingwei's heart softened every inch of his voice.

Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyes and put his fingers on the steering wheel, his posture was lazy and dignified.

He smiled brightly and said in a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter. If you're not used to it, you can shout whatever you want."

Business on this street is not good, many shops are closed.

Cheng Weiyue's hand holding the vase was a little sore. She squatted under an unopened shop and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingwei said no thanks, asked her for location, and found out that it was right next to his office.

What a coincidence.

Not long after he drove out, he saw Cheng Weiyue squatting on the street, looking into the distance with clean eyes.

Zhou Jingwei didn't know what she was looking at, but he just felt that these eyes were looking and looking, as if they were filled with water vapor, soaking his heart.

I can't describe what I feel.

Very sour.

Cheng Weiyue had already ridden in Zhou Jingwei's car once. She stood up and walked towards him holding the vase. The flower bounced in her hand, and Zhou Jingwei was afraid that it would fall out.

He parked the car on the side of the road and opened the door for her. The latter smiled happily and bent down to sit in.

"Isn't it convenient to hold things?" Zhou Jingwei's voice was calm. As he spoke, he pulled the seat belt aside and fastened it for her.

Half of his body was almost tilted over, maintaining a distant distance. His body was scented with the scent of cedar and old sandalwood, making his temperament more mature and steady.

Smells very good.

The moment he straightened up, Cheng Weiyue asked him: "Mr. Zhou, what perfume do you use?"

Zhou Jingwei put his hand on the car door and paused in closing the door. There was a hint of smile in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "Why are you asking?"

Cheng Weiyue said without thinking: "October is Han Shen's birthday, and I want to give him a birthday gift."

Zhou Jingwei pursed his lips almost invisible, and then returned to his nonchalant look: "I didn't pay much attention. I'll tell you next time."

The car started, and the scent of flowers lingered in the closed air.

Zhou Jingwei glanced at the flowers in Cheng Weiyue's arms and asked casually: "Why were you sitting on the roadside alone holding flowers just now?"

Cheng Weiyue thought of the dispute just now and sighed: "I had a quarrel with my mother."

Zhou Jingwei saw her weak mood and didn't ask any more questions.

Cheng Weiyue was melancholy to herself for a moment, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhou, your umbrella is still at my house. I will go to your house to bring it to you and put the flowers on the way."

"good."

It's hard for her to worry about it.

Cheng Weiyue's home is not far from here, and Zhou Jingwei parked the car in a park not far away.

He has a sense of propriety and propriety unique to a mature man.

He said: "There are many people in the alley in broad daylight, and the car parked there is too conspicuous. If I come here next time, I will change to a Volkswagen."

Cheng Weiyue has never met a man like Zhou Jingwei before, who has everything in place and makes it impossible to make mistakes.

She smiled sincerely and said: "Thank you Mr. Zhou, I can just go there by myself. Just wait for me."

When Cheng Weiyue pushed the door open and went out, Zhou Jingwei called out to her.

His eyes fell on the vase in her arms, and he chuckled: "The flowers are very beautiful, can you give me one?"

Cheng Weiyue was stunned and said quickly: "Okay."

Zhou Jingwei picked a magnolia flower. There was clear juice oozing out from the rhizome, which was fresh and full.

He looked at Cheng Weiyue's retreating back and played with the slender flower branches in his hands. He didn't put it aside until her figure disappeared.

He dialed Zhao Hanchen's phone number.

At that time, Zhao Hanchen had just come out of the Qin Group, and Qin He, the young master of the Qin family, was really difficult to get along with, and he seemed to have a businessman's temperament.

He didn't know where he found out about Zhou Jingwei's termination of cooperation with him, and he was afraid that he would add insult to injury and squeeze out every ounce of benefit.

A person who looks so gentle and harmless, is probably as dark-hearted as himself.

Zhao Hanchen was in a bad mood, and when he saw Zhou Jingwei's call, he felt even worse.

He answered the call with a cold face and a bad tone: "You called me specifically to laugh at my failure to start the battle?"

Zhou Jingwei held the steering wheel with one hand, tapped his fingertips casually, and said slowly: "Have you told Weiyue that you want to demolish Tinglan Hutong?"

Zhao Hanchen frowned, "Do I need to tell her anything? This is the decision of Jingxing's senior management, not my own idea."

This was said in a cold yet straightforward manner.

Zhou Jingwei nodded slightly: "I understand."

"What do you know?" Zhao Hanchen was a little impatient. He bent down and entered the Bentley, holding his tie with one hand, "Jing Wei, we have grown up together, is there anything we can't say directly?"

After a brief silence, Zhou Jingwei said softly: "I made an appointment with Weiyue to have dinner together."

Zhao Hanchen paused while holding his tie, his face as dark as water: "Weiyue sent me a text message. Eat when you eat. Don't tell her that this alley is going to be demolished."

"Are you guilty?"

"What do I feel guilty about? It's you..." Zhao Hanchen sneered: "You are really Sima Zhao's heart! In order to make me give up this land, you have set your sights on Weiyue?"

Is this how he understands it?

Zhou Jingwei did not explain, but said kindly: "Give this land to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family will bear all the losses. This is your best choice."

Zhao Hanchen felt that his breathing was a little short.

He pulled his tie aside and unbuttoned his collar with a slight breath. There was anger in his eyes: "What do you mean? Threatening me?"

Zhou Jingwei remained silent.

Zhao Hanchen's voice was cold: "Don't worry, I will explain this matter to Weiyue myself. I have no intention of hiding it!"

"Since you can explain it to her yourself, I won't be a villain in vain." Zhou Jingwei got the answer, paused, and then said: "Don't worry, I promise you not to say anything for the time being."

Zhao Han felt relieved.

"Wouldn't it be over if I said this earlier?" He leaned back on the car seat and asked lazily: "What are you and Weiyue going to eat at night? She is allergic to alcohol, please be careful."

"Um."

Zhao Hanchen pinched his eyebrows and said: "Weiyue will be an intern soon. If there is a vacancy in your office, arrange a position for her. I will rest assured that she is with you."

Zhou Jingwei's eyes narrowed slightly, a dark light flashed across his eyes, and the next moment, he said calmly: "Okay."

Zhao Hanchen hung up the phone, lost in thought about what Zhou Jingwei had just said.

Will Cheng Weiyue blame herself?

She is so good, she should be able to understand herself.
Chapter completed!