I can’t bear to leave you

Cheng Weiyue said 'certainly', and Zhou Jingwei understood what was going on.

As expected of Zhou Bingquan, he still speaks the truth after all these years.

"Don't be afraid, I will take care of it." Zhou Jingwei reached out and touched the corners of Cheng Weiyue's eyes.

"No need to be afraid." Cheng Weiyue said obediently.

Zhou Jingwei was heartbroken.

He was actually used to Zhou Bingquan's style of dealing with things, but probably because the person he was facing this time was Cheng Weiyue, so he said every word with gritted teeth: "Open the car door for me!"

Zhou Bingquan closed his eyes calmly and did not respond.

"Let Weiyue leave, and I will go back to Zhou's house with you."

Zhou Bingquan's eyes slowly opened.

As expected of a father and son, they knew each other well enough to hit each other's vital point with one hit.

"Miss Cheng hasn't been to the Zhou family's old house, has she? That's where Jing Wei grew up. If you're interested, you can go and have a look." Zhou Bingquan looked at Cheng Weiyue with a polite tone that made it hard for anyone to make a mistake.

When Zhou Jingwei was not present, he was more than a little amiable.

Zhou Bingquan actually didn’t want to break up with Zhou Jingwei.

The latter is his only heir. Once he really reaches the end of his rope, it is definitely not the outcome Zhou Bingquan wants to see.

The more aristocratic families like theirs understand, the more they understand that they are connected by the same spirit, and when one is prosperous, both prosper and the other suffers.

Zhou Jingwei's cold eyes crossed Cheng Weiyue and landed on Zhou Bingquan's face.

His voice was forbearing, cold and indifferent: "Is there something you don't understand about what I said?"

Zhou Bingquan rolled down the entire car window. He smiled heartily, looked at Zhou Jingwei, and said slowly: "I just made a suggestion, do you need to be so concerned?"

He paused, looked away, looked forward, and sneered: "What's more, if your Cheng Weiyue doesn't go to the old house, will you really stay in the old house willingly?"

"Why do you have to ask me to go?" A voice with no emotion.

"Your mother wants to see you. Isn't this alone enough?" Zhou Bingquan said in a fierce and firm tone: "Xuan Su has suffered too much. Now, I will do whatever she wants."

Zhou Jingwei thought it was ridiculous and absurd.

It was Cheng Weiyue who spoke, breaking the stalemate between the two.

"Jingwei, I can accompany you back to Zhou's house." She said it very softly, but every word fell heavily on Zhou Jingwei's heart.

He clenched his fist, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly, and his eyes were slightly red: "Yueyue, it's not good there..."

These words were really unpleasant to Zhou Bingquan's ears.

not good?

Everything you gave Zhou Jingwei was not good enough?

Cheng Weiyue suddenly leaned half out of the car. Her movements were so fast that Zhou Jingwei thought she was about to jump out of the car, so he rushed forward to help in a panic: "Yueyue..."

"Don't worry... I didn't want to jump out of the car..." The smile in Cheng Weiyue's eyes deepened. She gently hooked Zhou Jingwei's neck and said in a gentle tone: "Zhou Jingwei, can you come over here? I have something to say.

I want to talk to you."

Only then did Zhou Jingwei's heart relax. He gently clasped her waist and held her in his arms. The two of them got very close and whispered words that only each other could hear.

"Zhou Jingwei."

"Um."

"Why are you so opposed to me going to the Zhou family's old house?"

"That place... isn't a good place," Zhou Jingwei rubbed the carpal bones of her protruding wrist joints, carefully and with a cherished attitude: "The people there are not good people either. They scheme against each other and take advantage of each other."

There was a hint of hatred at the end of the words.

Cheng Weiyue's watery eyes looked at him tenderly.

She suddenly laughed and said, "That's why I can't let you go alone. I'll go with you. If you're unhappy, just look at me."

These very gentle and general words came out of Cheng Weiyue's mouth, which made Zhou Jingwei's heart palpitate.

But he was silent for a moment and said: "If you don't want to let go, you will be unhappy."

In the end, Cheng Weiyue did not go to Chengzhou's old house. Zhou Jingwei and Zhou Bingquan said something, and the latter let her out of the car.

There is a retro newsstand at the entrance of Lingsheng Office, which is only open for half a day every day. At this time, the newsstand is closed.

The sun was still warm. Zhou Jingwei took Cheng Weiyue to the newsstand and tidied her sweaty hair. His voice was lazy and calm: "Little Moon, I have something to deal with. I don't know if I can do it tonight."

When you come back, if you feel sleepy, just go to bed first, okay?"

Cheng Weiyue understood what Zhou Jingwei meant.

He wanted to isolate himself from those complicated things, so he was not tempted by his own suggestions.

Cheng Weiyue didn't want to embarrass him and said obediently that she would definitely not wait for him.

Zhou Jingwei smiled instead. He always had a careless smile when he smiled, and his brows were full of flashy and depressed dignity, which was very confusing.

He said he got it, he was so heartless, he should go to bed early.

Cheng Weiyue was unhappy: "You are so naive and heartless, are you talking about me?"

"It's good not to be heartless," the smile on Zhou Jingwei's lips faded a little, and he squinted his eyes with a clear light: "Little Moon, just be happy for yourself, your man will take care of the rest.

.”

These words were so unserious that Cheng Weiyue couldn't help but give him a look: "Why are you the only man?"

Zhou Jingwei's smile deepened: "It really doesn't count now, but it will count in the future."

Cheng Weiyue asked him not to be so talkative.

In the distance, Zhou Bingquan was sitting in the car, looking at the scenes in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking. The years did not leave him too old and decayed, but more of the accumulated charm.

It's just that these days, Lin Xuansu's affairs have made him exhausted mentally and physically, and there are gray marks on his temples.

The housekeeper looked at Zhou Bingquan's thoughtful eyes as he looked at the newsstand, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, are you just listening to the young master and really not letting Miss Cheng go there with you?"

Zhou Bingquan smiled, the smile did not reach his eyes, with a somewhat intriguing look: "Cheng Weiyue didn't hear it, didn't you just hear it just now? My son said, Cheng Weiyue got something he shouldn't have, sir.

No one can be held responsible for anything that shouldn’t be missing.”

The housekeeper didn't understand the meaning of this sentence and looked puzzled: "Can't you take responsibility?"

Zhou Bingquan did not answer, and the corners of his lips pressed down, showing a bit of displeasure.

He was silent for a moment and said: "You still can't push people too hard. Too much is never enough."

Cheng Weiyue squeezed Zhou Jingwei's hand and played with it. She deliberately broke the impact of what had just happened and changed the subject.

"I have read the contents of the USB flash drive in the police station. The director was the culprit who caused Gu Ying's death."

"I know, don't worry, the police have already gone to arrest the person." Zhou Jingwei touched Cheng Weiyue's hair.
Chapter completed!