Chapter 19 The Iron Tree Blooms

Qiao Jingxue's toes became weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Zhou Jingwei's phone suddenly rang, interrupting the almost stagnant atmosphere.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. The caller ID was Zhou Siheng.

Zhou Jingwei put the mobile phone in front of Qiao Jingxue, with a faint mockery on his lips, and his lowered eyebrows revealed a bit of indifference: "Your husband's phone number."

The word "husband" was spoken very strongly, an unspoken warning.

Qiao Jingxue bit her lips until they turned white, her face showing weakness and kindness: "Brother, can you not tell Si Heng?"

Her expression was too tense, as if Zhou Jingwei would burst into tears immediately if he didn't agree.

The latter stared at her for a long time, hung up the phone in her almost pleading eyes, and uttered one word: "Get out."

Qiao Jingxue hurriedly said yes, and when the lingering fear subsided, she gritted her teeth in humiliation and embarrassment and staggered out.

Now that things have come to this, she can only endure it.

Zhou Jingwei is too familiar with human nature, and he knows that he cannot push people into desperate situations, otherwise they will hit the bottom and fight back, which will be difficult to control.

At this level, both the deterrent and the lesson are just right.

He watched Qiao Jingxue leave, put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, squandered it, and walked towards the half-open window.

Cheng Weiyue didn't say it, but he could tell that she didn't like the smell of smoke.

Cheng Weiyue was playing games in the lounge. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Zhou Jingwei walked in.

The sofa seemed to be sagging, and Cheng Weiyue smelled Zhou Jingwei's cool and elegant aroma, mixed with a little tobacco smoke.

Cheng Weiyue looked at him first, then subconsciously looked at the door and said, "Well... where is Miss Qiao?"

"Don't worry about her." Zhou Jingwei stretched out his hand towards Cheng Weiyue: "Give me the phone."

"okay."

Zhou Jingwei had such a convincing and reassuring power that she didn't even ask.

Zhou Jingwei's fingertips stayed on Cheng Weiyue's game interface, without saying anything, and smoothly swiping the square grid with colorful animals printed on it.

His fingers were very beautiful. Cheng Weiyue looked at them and couldn't help but think of the way his hands looked on the piano.

The hurdle that had troubled her for several days was easily passed, and Cheng Weiyue heard Zhou Jingwei's voice.

He asked her what she was looking at.

Cheng Weiyue said obediently, "I'm thinking your hands will look great when playing the piano."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she was speechless. She raised her head in panic and looked into the man's lazy eyes with a smile.

He put the phone in Cheng Weiyue's hand and said gently: "I have cleared the customs. I want to take you somewhere."

"My roommates are all waiting for me outside."

"I asked my driver to go say hello to them. We will be back soon without taking up a lot of your time." Zhou Jingwei squinted slightly with a smile: "I promise, you will regret it if you don't go."

He just helped himself out outside.

In such an occasion, with his noble status, there is actually no need for Yu Zun to do these things for himself.

Cheng Weiyue was a person who knew how to repay kindness. She just thought about it and asked Zhou Jingwei when she could come back.

Zhou Jingwei talked for two hours.

Cheng Weiyue stood up holding the hem of her skirt and said, "Then let's go there quickly."

It's a bit like completing a mission and returning a favor.

The curvature at the ends of Zhou Jingwei's eyes became lighter, but the eyes behind the mirror still showed a gentle smile that did not reveal any dew.

She has no other thoughts about herself, she is frank and clean.

Zhou Jingwei has never had this kind of experience in his life.

A man's capital in love is nothing more than his wealth, appearance and emotional intelligence. He possesses both and is at the top level in the eyes of the world.

But Cheng Weiyue remained unmoved.

He suspected that this little girl might not regard him as a man at all.

As soon as the idea came to him, he actually laughed.

He stood up and opened the door for Cheng Weiyue, following Shan Ruliu: "Sure, let's hurry up."

Zhou Jingwei had someone send a black Volkswagen over, and the car was parked at the school gate.

He opened the car door for Cheng Weiyue and said jokingly: "What do you think of my new car?"

Cheng Weiyue said it was very good and she felt very comfortable.

Zhou Jingwei smiled without saying a word and fastened her seat belt for her.

This Volkswagen looks ordinary from the outside, but all the furnishings inside have been rebuilt, including the seats.

The heat in Jingcheng in September is hard to get rid of. The sun shines brightly along the way, and the cold air from the air conditioner blows on her body just right. Cheng Weiyue feels drowsy all the way.

Zhou Jingwei occasionally turned his head to look at her, and he could see the little girl leaning crookedly on the seat, her face pressed against the seat belt on one side and her head buried, her cheeks flushed.

With an indescribable tenderness in his heart, he slowed down and drove the car more smoothly.

When Cheng Weiyue woke up, the car had stopped at the entrance of an art exhibition.

Zhou Jingwei took out a tissue and handed it to the little girl who had just woken up, and kindly reminded: "The lipstick is spent."

The lipstick was a very light watery red, and a bit of the corners of my lips were scratched off by the seat belt, leaving a smear of red.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the people coming and going outside and took the tissue with embarrassment.

Her voice was as gentle as if she had just woken up, and she mumbled, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"It's really easy to get sleepy this season." Zhou Jingwei comforted her in turn.

Cheng Weiyue's lip color is more pink, and after removing that layer of red, she looks even younger.

Zhao Ximo was waiting at the door. When he saw Zhou Jingwei walking out of a black Volkswagen, he thought he had seen it wrong.

"I guess... returning to one's original nature shouldn't be to this extent..." Zhao Ximo couldn't help but sigh. Before he could finish his emotion, he saw Zhou Jingwei walking around to the other side of the car, putting his hands on the roof of the car, protecting him carefully.

The girl inside came out.

After all, Zhao Ximo has known Zhou Jingwei for so many years, how could he not understand his thoughts.

He clicked his tongue and said meaningfully: "The iron tree is blooming."

Cheng Weiyue didn't notice anyone waiting at the door of the art exhibition, but just talked to Zhou Jingwei: "Will you take me to see the art exhibition?"

"This is a joint art exhibition held by several well-known foreign painters. The only stop in Asia is Jingcheng. I think you will like it very much." Zhou Jingwei's eyes fell on Cheng Weiyue's slightly red lips, and he paused.

Move away.

He put Cheng Weiyue's arm on his own in a natural movement, and said in a calm voice: "Be careful of the steps."

Social etiquette, Zhou Jingwei's tone was too natural, Cheng Weiyue did not hide.

Until a voice attracted Cheng Weiyue's attention.

"Jing Wei," Zhao Ximo waved his hand lazily and said, "Here."

Zhou Jingwei walked over with Cheng Weiyue.

Zhao Ximo's eyes fell on Cheng Weiyue, and he praised her without hesitation, "What a beautiful girl, where did you abduct her from?"

Cheng Weiyue smiled quietly and calmly.

Zhou Jingwei waited until she felt uncomfortable in social situations, then took over the conversation and said calmly: "My friend, Cheng Weiyue."
Chapter completed!