Showing Goodwill for Love

Cheng Weiyue spoke with a firm voice and said, "I just like you right now."

...

Li Zhao stood at the door for a long time and finally walked in.

Zhou Jingwei left so simply, which was beyond his expectation.

Any man would probably not be able to accept the scene in front of him just now.

I saw the woman I loved being held in the arms of my ex.

How did Zhou Jingwei endure it?

Li Zhao didn't dare to think about it.

But things didn't get too big, so that's a good thing.

Li Zhao walked towards Zhao Hanchen and looked at the latter sitting on the sofa without saying a word. He sighed and said, "Brother Shen, is it almost done? Shall I take you home?"

Zhao Hanchen didn't seem to hear, and still sat silently.

Li Zhao stopped talking and stayed with him quietly.

After a long time, he heard Zhao Hanchen's cold, hoarse voice and said, "Do you think I was a bastard before?"

"What's wrong?" Li Zhao clicked his tongue, curled his lips, and said matter-of-factly: "You didn't do anything that really hurt Cheng Weiyue. She was by your side those days, and you weren't good enough to her?"

there has never been.

Except for Qiao Jingxue, no woman has ever been able to stay with Zhao Hanchen for so long.

In those days, Zhao Hanchen's indulgence and love for Cheng Weiyue were not adulterated at all.

It's hard to say, but Li Zhao felt aggrieved for Zhao Han.

It can only be said that these people only have so much love, it is too cold and cold, so they are not worthy of wholehearted love.

As soon as this idea came out, Li Zhao himself was shocked.

Who doesn't know? No matter how she looked at Zhao Hanchen back then, Cheng Weiyue could bear the words of Zhao Hanchen wholeheartedly.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Hanchen can never forget Cheng Weiyue's departure.

It is truly a luxury product.

It's always been like this.

Zhao Hanchen looked at Li Zhao's silent and ugly face and smiled, a little sarcastically: "You also think I'm not good enough for her, right?"

"Brother Shen...what's the point of talking about this now?" Li Zhao gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Now, how to control Jingxing well and secure your position is the most important thing. You are today

With your identity, what kind of woman do you want?"

Zhao Han said nothing, his eyes dark.

He slowly stood up and walked outside.

Li Zhao thought he had figured it out and quickly followed him.

The corridor was still deserted, and Li Zhaoleng accidentally heard Zhao Hanchen say: "I don't want anything."

A simple sentence is enough to shock people...

Cheng Weiyue heard a noisy sound in the kitchen. After a small sound, Zhou Jingwei walked out of it holding a bowl of noodles.

A very simple bowl of noodle soup, topped with cilantro and poached eggs.

Zhou Jingwei sat opposite Cheng Weiyue, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, slowly pinched his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice: "I just asked Li Die, you didn't eat anything for dinner, you should be hungry now, eat something

Put something on your belly to help you sleep better."

Cheng Weiyue looked at the noodle soup in front of her and slowly picked up her chopsticks.

She stuttered quietly, and Zhou Jingwei stared at her silently.

Cheng Weiyue swallowed the noodles. The soup was light and really suitable for dinner.

Cheng Weiyue ate half of her meal, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Zhou Jingwei in a very obedient manner.

She originally had a docile character, but now she was trying to please her, which made her even more irritating.

Zhou Jingwei glanced at the half-eaten noodles left in her bowl and said softly: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Cheng Weiyue said she didn't want to eat and was already a little full.

Zhou Jingwei nodded, stood up, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and said calmly: "You go to bed first, just leave this place to me."

But what Cheng Weiyue wanted to hear was not this.

She blinked and smiled: "Zhou Jingwei..."

"What's wrong?"

He stacked the bowls and spoons together, and his fingertips were stained with oil from the soup.

Cheng Weiyue saw it with sharp eyes, and she also knew that he was always meticulous and would never be so rash.

She just pretended not to notice and deliberately brought up the topic: "Are you tired today?"

It's a really clumsy and cute question.

Zhou Jingwei has always had no temper towards Cheng Weiyue. Seeing her like this, any depression that was not serious in the first place completely disappeared.

His smile was warm, lazy and casual: "I was a little tired originally, but when I saw my little moon, I didn't feel tired anymore."

Cheng Weiyue was stunned for a moment, then her smile deepened: "That's good, by the way, you've already cooked the food, I'll take care of it."

In fact, there is no need to clean up. In today's advanced technology, many housework activities have been contracted by various machines.

"No, it's not bothersome. I'll just clean it up. You can go to bed first."

Cheng Weiyue bit her lip, leaving shallow teeth marks.

Zhou Jingwei could see that she was feeling uneasy.

He took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped off the oil stains on his fingertips. Then he walked towards Cheng Weiyue and held her face in his hands.

He curled his lips and looked into the little girl's sparkling eyes: "I'm not angry with you, Yueyue, I really am not."

Cheng Weiyue didn't really believe it, so she asked over and over again, is it really not true?

Zhou Jingwei said, no, really not.

He answered over and over again, patiently.

Zhou Jingwei was actually angry in his heart, but this anger had nothing to do with Cheng Weiyue.

She is outside all his dogmas and codes.

It's hard for him to be angry with her.

The source of his anger is Zhao Hanchen.

The reason why he didn't have an attack tonight was because Cheng Weiyue was present, which made it really difficult for him to have an attack.

But there is absolutely no way this matter can be let go so lightly.

Zhou Jingwei packed everything up and walked upstairs when he saw a figure at the door of his bedroom that should not have appeared in the first place.

Cheng Weiyue stood at the door of his room, with a white and clean face, wearing pajamas. The warm yellow light from the corridor shone on her face, and her aqua almond eyes were gentle and charming.

She said: "Zhou Jingwei, can I move in with you?"

Zhou Jingwei felt an inexplicable surge of depression and darkness in his throat.

He half-closed his eyelids, and his deep and penetrating gaze fell on Cheng Weiyue's face through his gold-rimmed glasses.

The night was quiet, and every word he spoke was clear enough.

He said: "Weiyue, I can't be a gentleman. If you want to leave now, it's still too late."

Cheng Weiyue's face began to turn red, but she was afraid that she would get it wrong, so she bit the bullet and continued to ask: "What...means?"

Zhou Jingwei sighed, his heart already half softened.

He said softly: "If we live together, we can't move out easily. I don't have a lover. I just want to share everything I have with my future wife."

Cheng Weiyue's palms clenched involuntarily. She understood the profound meaning of Zhou Jingwei's words so well that her eyelashes trembled due to nervousness and heartbeat.
Chapter completed!