Chapter 141 It’s my fault

Cheng Cunzheng was quite moved when he heard his daughter relent, and said quickly: "I know it well, don't worry. Ning Ning, my father is getting older, but he doesn't want to be a useless person."

Cheng Weiyue understood that Cheng Cunzheng had to be strong for the rest of his life.

After dinner, Cheng Weiyue watched TV with Zhao Ruolan who was calming down, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

Just when Zhao Ruolan asked her if she wanted to stay for dinner, she received a call from Zhou Jingwei.

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was soft and gentle: "Yueyue, I'll wait for you outside the alley."

Cheng Weiyue said yes, hung up the phone and met Zhao Ruolan's searching eyes.

Cheng Weiyue coughed and said, "Mom, I have an appointment with a friend for dinner tonight and will leave first."

"Friend? What friend?" Zhao Ruolan frowned and looked her daughter up and down. After a while, she asked dubiously: "Cheng Weiyue, you are not in love without telling me, are you?"

Cheng Weiyue, who knew her daughter Mo Ruomu, was told something that was on her mind, and her heart tightened.

She quickly waved her hands as if nothing had happened and said, "How can I not tell you that I am in love?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. Girls of your age are going to fall in love." Zhao Ruolan paused, and her tone was filled with worry: "But you have to have a good talk, and don't talk to random people."

Cheng Weiyue also laughed and asked: "What kind of person is a mess?"

"No one from Zhao Hanchen's circle can do it!" Zhao Ruolan's face was serious, without any intention of joking. She looked at the slightly downward curve of Cheng Weiyue's lips, and her heart became more and more sad, and said: "Yueyue, that circle

It’s too high, how can people like us afford it?”

Cheng Weiyue knew that everything Zhao Ruolan said was right.

What she said was exactly what she was timid and did not dare to face.

Cheng Weiyue forced a smile, raised her hand and patted the back of Zhao Ruolan's hand: "Mom, don't worry, I know it well."

Zhou Jingwei's car stopped at the entrance of Tinglan Hutong. Cheng Weiyue saw it from a distance and couldn't help but walk a little faster.

Zhou Jingwei opened the car door for her as usual.

The car started, and Cheng Weiyue was arranging her hair and said, "My mother suddenly stopped me just now and said something about her family."

Zhou Jingwei said "hmm", and after a long moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Little Moon, does your mother know that you are in a relationship?"

Cheng Weiyue felt guilty about this matter. She was stunned for a long time, lowered her head and said she didn't know.

Her hands pinched the edge of the seat belt, using her nails hard.

She was thinking about what words to use to explain, but she felt Zhou Jingwei's hand on her head.

He touched her hair, neither gently nor harshly, and then said softly: "It's my fault."

I said this seriously, without any perfunctory emotion.

Cheng Weiyue suddenly looked at him. Zhou Jingwei's expression was calm and calm.

"Zhou Jingwei, it's not your fault..."

How could it be your fault? Worldly deviations have always been like this.

It was a red light, accompanied by the continuous autumn rain, and the raindrops slowly fell down.

Zhou Jingwei's hand held the steering wheel with almost invisible force.

He said: "Weiyue, I will take care of everything."

He will take care of everything, and she just needs to stand behind him and look at him.

After taking a shower at night, Weiyue sat in her room and read the thesis guidance issued by the school.

This semester is coming to an end, and next year she will officially enter the entertainment industry.

next year...

Will she still be by Zhou Jingwei's side next year?

Cheng Weiyue was stunned by this question, her eyes slightly dazed.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door outside the room that she came to her senses and said, "Please come in."

Zhou Jingwei walked in with some snacks and a cup of tea.

His eyes fell on Cheng Weiyue's wet and curly hair.

She never seems to take good care of herself.

He put the things in his hands aside, turned around and went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer.

Cheng Weiyue sat on the bed with her legs wrapped around her knees. When she saw this, she said: "I'm almost done blowing."

"Tomorrow is the beginning of winter, did you know?" He sat next to her, plugged in the hair dryer, and nodded to Cheng Weiyue: "Come here."

"Oh..." She leaned closer to him slowly, with a smile in her eyes: "You look so serious."

"Did you not like dinner?" Zhou Jingwei ignored her joke and asked seriously: "Is the food not to your liking?"

"No," Cheng Weiyue said softly, "I was just too full from lunch."

Zhou Jingwei sighed, picked up a strand of her hair in the palm of his hand, and blew it dry with a hair dryer.

His voice was mixed in the warm wind, and was indescribably smooth and gentle: "There's nothing I can do against you."

Cheng Weiyue smiled and rubbed herself into his arms, her expression very squeamish: "You dislike me?"

"How dare you, little princess," he said.

Later, as the night fell, Cheng Weiyue had some snacks and sat in Zhou Jingwei's room, looking at her phone.

Sometimes when she saw some interesting plots, she would put her phone over and say to Zhou Jingwei: "Look at this."

It's really heart-warming.

Zhou Jingwei touched her hair, his eyes softening again and again.

Later, Cheng Weiyue yawned and said she was sleepy.

"Do you want to take a rest?" He took her phone and put it aside to charge.

Cheng Weiyue said she was going to sleep.

Zhou Jingwei patted her back, with some indescribable thoughts. He knew she was sleepy, but took advantage of her situation and asked her: "Yueyue, can I stay and sleep with you?"

It wasn't the first time they slept together, so Cheng Weiyue agreed without thinking.

"What about tomorrow?" he asked confusingly: "Tomorrow is the beginning of winter, and I don't want to sleep alone at the beginning of winter."

In the old customs of Jingcheng, the Beginning of Winter is a very important festival.

Cheng Weiyue sobered up a bit, but felt that there was nothing wrong with what Zhou Jingwei said, so she nodded and agreed.

Zhou Jingwei smiled and said Yueyue was so good.

Cheng Weiyue felt something was wrong. She thought about it carefully, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Before dawn the next day, Zhou Jingwei received a call from Zhao Ximo.

He glanced at Cheng Weiyue, who was still sleeping soundly, lifted the quilt, and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

The morning light is fading, and the coldness of the beginning of winter has begun to cover the entire world like a real thing.

Zhou Jingwei pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a tone of displeasure at being woken up: "You'd better have something important to do."

"Jing Wei, today is the Beginning of Winter, let's come out and get together." Zhao Ximo's voice was low and unusually calm: "You have been abroad for these years, and you have never spent the Beginning of Winter with us."

"It depends on the situation." Zhou Jingwei's tone was cold.

"No, it all depends on the situation?" After Zhao Ximo said this, he paused, smiled bitterly, and said, "Jing Wei, I'm getting engaged."
Chapter completed!