He was lost in thought, while his assistant Ye Cheng was sitting in the passenger seat. Looking at the man's tired and evil face, he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Zhao, are you sure Mr. Zhou and Miss Cheng will have dinner together?"

"What are you worried about?" Zhao Hanchen sneered and looked down at the text message Cheng Weiyue sent to him an hour ago on his phone.

It read: "Hanchen, your friend Mr. Zhou and I will have dinner together."

The little girl told herself everything in detail, obviously having no other ideas.

As for Zhou Jingwei...

That guy is not someone who would fall in love with anyone. After all, being calm to the extreme means being cold-blooded.

Zhao Hanchen didn't want to explain more, but simply ordered: "When you get to the hotel, show me the minutes of the meeting just now."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

...

Zhou Jingwei didn't wait long before he saw Cheng Weiyue running towards him.

She changed into a white sailor suit, with the skirt reaching to her knees, revealing a section of her white calves, which were shining and straight in the sun.

Her legs are very beautiful.

Zhou Jingwei got out of the car and opened the door for her. The little girl looked up at him with a flushed face, and her voice was a little breathy: "Mr. Zhou, I... my door is locked, and I wasted a little time."

"It's okay, don't worry." Zhou Jingwei took the umbrella from her hand and put it in the trunk, and also took a bottle of mineral water from it.

The bottle cap was loosely unscrewed and handed to her hand.

"You're breathing so hard, drink some water."

Cheng Weiyue took it with a smile: "Thank you."

It was a sunny noon, and Cheng Weiyue was sitting in the passenger seat. Zhou Jingwei occasionally turned his face sideways pretending to be inadvertent, and he could see her crimson and fair complexion in the sun, as well as her overly beautiful and delicate profile.

Cheng Weiyue drank half the bottle in one breath and then said: "I didn't bring the key. When I just climbed over the wall to enter my house, I accidentally knocked over the basin on the ground."

Only then did Zhou Jingwei understand why she had changed her clothes.

"Don't do such a dangerous thing next time," he paused, with a faint smile on his brows, and casually complimented, "This dress is very beautiful."

What he said was sincere and straightforward. Cheng Weiyue looked at him with bright eyes, pursed her lips and smiled sheepishly.

She is a little girl after all.

Zhou Jingwei's eyes narrowed in a lazy and elegant way. He smiled lightly and chatted with her about career planning.

The man is mature and steady, and he listens patiently. Cheng Weiyue's chat box can be opened easily.

"Want to be a director?" He turned the steering wheel in his hand and gave pertinent encouragement: "I believe you can make a good story."

Cheng Weiyue was inspired, with a light expression: "I have wanted to be a director since I was a child. Directors can make their favorite stories into movies. I...I have many stories that I want to make into movies."

Zhou Jingwei's voice was steady and gentle: "If you don't mind my lack of artistic talent, you can talk to me about it in the future."

"Okay," Cheng Weiyue nervously squeezed the water bottle in her hand: "Mr. Zhou, just don't mind me talking too much."

The restaurant Zhou Jingwei was looking for was in Xicheng. It was decorated in a Western style and had oil paintings hanging in the lobby. Cheng Weiyue recognized one of them, which was "Girl with Tassel Earrings".

The classical-style dome reliefs and hanging crystal chandeliers reflect bright and clean light.

There is a grand piano placed in the center of the restaurant, and there should be piano playing at specific times.

The two of them sat down in a semi-enclosed private room on the side. Zhou Jingwei handed over the menu and said in a gentle tone, "What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Weiyue doesn't eat much Western food. After taking the menu with both hands, she didn't notice the names of the dishes at first. Instead, there were three or four zeros after each dish.

Cheng Weiyue's most frequented restaurant, Yipinju, is for private membership. There is no menu, and the names of the dishes are directly reported and debited from Zhao Hanchen's card.

When she and Zhao Hanchen went out to eat, Zhao Hanchen ordered everything in advance, and he ate whatever he ordered, so she didn't know that the consumption in this kind of place was so high.

Cheng Weiyue closed the menu and put one hand to her mouth like a trumpet: "Mr. Zhou..."

Zhou Jingwei had a smile in his eyes and looked at her good-naturedly: "Huh?"

"It's a bit expensive." The little girl said with a solemn expression.

Zhou Jingwei was stunned for a moment, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger. He nodded seriously and said, "It's indeed expensive."

Cheng Weiyue didn't expect that he would agree with her, and she wanted to talk: "I only have 60 yuan for a day's meal at school, and 30 yuan can already eat a bowl of delicious noodles."

After she finished speaking, she probably felt that Zhou Jingwei didn't care about the price of the food at all, so she opened the menu sheepishly: "Let me see what I'm eating..."

She didn't notice the rare gentleness on Jingwei's elegant face under the light.

The next moment, he took the suit jacket that he had put aside, walked to Cheng Weiyue who was focusing on comparing the prices of the dishes, and whispered: "Let's go."

Cheng Weiyue was stunned: "Where to go?"

"Go and eat the noodles you said are of good quality and low price," Zhou Jingwei smiled, with a very relaxed and gentle attitude: "I can't be slaughtered every day, and I'm not the one being taken advantage of."

For Cheng Weiyue, there are natural barriers between the people in Zhao Hanchen's circle and herself. How many people want to squeeze into this most exclusive circle in Jingcheng, but Cheng Weiyue doesn't want to, she

Just left it for Zhao Hanchen.

It's ridiculous, but it's really for love.

So even if she shared the same space with those well-dressed young masters and ladies, she knew very well in her heart that they were not from the same world.

But Zhou Jingwei is different from everyone else.

He did not take it for granted that Cheng Weiyue would be content to enter their circle. On the contrary, he was willing to enter her world.

This was the first time Zhou Jingwei saw sincere joy on Cheng Weiyue's face. Those clean and clear eyes like a deer looked at him for a moment, smiling until they were crooked.

She said: "Then I'll treat you to dinner."

Zhou Jingwei's heart felt hot. He looked down at Cheng Weiyue. The girl's eyes were like invisible threads, wrapping around his heart, making him feel breathless.

In his 28 years of life, Zhou Jingwei accepted a treat invitation from a girl for the first time. He was almost led by her and said "good".

Beijing University is not far from here.

It was lunch time when we drove there, and there were already many people sitting in the noodle shop Cheng Weiyue mentioned.

The two chose a seat by the window and sat down, and soon attracted the attention of the students eating next to them.

After all, handsome men and beautiful women are really eye-catching.

Cheng Weiyue ordered braised beef noodles, then looked at the man sitting opposite her: "Zhou Jingwei, what do you want to eat?"

When Zhou Jingwei heard Cheng Weiyue change his title, the corners of his lips raised slightly and he said: "Same as you."

"Sure, I'll ask the boss to add two poached eggs!" Cheng Weiyue obviously relaxed a lot, and said to Zhou Jingwei with a smile: "I'll give you both."

Zhou Jingwei smiled and said nothing.

The two of them were sitting and waiting for their meal when Zhou Jingwei's cell phone rang.
Chapter completed!