After all, it is winter, the wind is very strong outside, and even though the sun is bright, it is still bitingly cold.

Zhou Jingwei took off his jacket, put it on Cheng Weiyue's shoulders, tightened it a little, and then said a vague "hmm".

Cheng Weiyue went to pull his sleeves, and there were agate-colored cufflinks on them, which felt a bit cold to the touch.

"Can you please stop..." Cheng Weiyue looked at him longingly and said in a soft voice: "I'm afraid they will do something to Diedie in anger. She has been in a very bad mood recently."

Zhou Jingwei looked at the little girl's soft, white and delicate face.

He couldn't hold it back, stretched out his hand to squeeze it, and then whispered: "Don't worry, I know it well."

Cheng Weiyue said yes.

It's snowing again on the road.

The climate in Jingcheng is becoming more and more unstable, with periods of sunshine and snow.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the snow particles stuck to the side window, tracing the shapes through the glass, and her eyes flickered.

Her tone was indescribably cute: "Zhou Jingwei, do you think it's snowing this time? Can the snow be piled up?"

"Maybe," Zhou Jingwei paused and said softly, "If they are piled up, I will build a snowman with Little Moon."

Cheng Weiyue suddenly looked at him, a little excited: "Really?"

Zhou Jingwei was really busy during this period, and almost all the time he spent with Cheng Weiyue was squeezed out from his complicated schedule.

But even so, he still said: "Well, really, I never lie to you."

Back home, Zhou Jingwei applied medicine to Cheng Weiyue. Looking at the blood on the cotton swab, his eyes fainted with a faint anger.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and the finger bones of the hand holding the cotton swab turned a little white. But the moment Cheng Weiyue looked at him, all the negative emotions calmed down, and he became that lazy and gentle look again.

His tone was unmistakable and could be described as gentle: "Is there anything else that makes you uncomfortable?"

Cheng Weiyue said no, and after finishing speaking, she came over and kissed the side of his face with a smile: "Zhou Jingwei..."

"Um?"

"I was very unhappy today. The Xu family siblings are so annoying, but when I saw you, I felt very happy again."

What she said was so unvarnished and full of dependence.

Zhou Jingwei's heart softened and he couldn't say anything serious: "I know, have a good rest at home in the afternoon. If you have any orders, just tell the housekeeper. I have something to deal with in the afternoon."

Cheng Weiyue was curious: "What's going on?"

Zhou Jingwei pondered for a moment and said, "It's about work."

Cheng Weiyue didn't ask any more questions. She was indeed tired from the whole morning's hard work.

Jingxing Group.

At the end of the meeting, Ye Cheng looked at Zhao Hanchen, who was pinching his brows and looking sleepy, and said, "Chairman, would you like to have another casual meal with Qin He?"

"A casual meal?" Zhao Hanchen sneered, his tone unspeakably sarcastic: "If I continue to eat with him, I'm afraid I'll have to reserve a seat for him on Jingxing's board of directors."

Since the last incident in Tinglan Hutong broke up on bad terms, Zhao Hanchen and Qin He have not seen each other again.

It's just that the latter is the largest investor in Tinglan Hutong after all. No matter how bad the request is, as long as Zhao Hanchen wants to stop the Tinglan Hutong case and save Cheng Weiyue's home, he has to compromise in the end.

What's more, Zhao Hanchen had already ceded land and paid compensation at that time, and everything was done. Now he is treating Qin He coldly, and there is no benefit at all.

Ye Cheng has been a special assistant for so many years and knows very well about weighing the pros and cons. When Zhao Hanchen's feelings affect his judgment, he has to give some advice.

"Chairman, since you and Qin He have reached a consensus on preserving Tinglan Hutong, the politeness on the scene is harmless."

Qin He actually understood that what he just said was just out of emotion.

He put down the hand between his eyebrows and said with a cold and calm expression, "Then let's have a meal."

Probably because his tone was too cold, Ye Cheng coughed dryly and changed the subject: "I heard from Qin He's assistant that Qin He intends to let his wife join the Xinyu Group as an actress."

Xinyu Group is an entertainment company under the name of the Qin family. It is said that it was specially established by Qin He's father Qin Shiyu at that time in order to pursue his wife Xin Tian.

Such a huge group exists only for one person from the beginning.

It's just that the truth of these rumored things cannot be tested anymore.

Zhao Hanchen frowned, and his tone was slightly doubtful: "He asked Meng Tingxu to become an actor?"

"It is said to be like this." Ye Cheng used his words carefully.

Zhao Hanchen didn't sound very interested, but after being interrupted like this, the boredom just now did dissipate a lot.

He calmed down his emotions and said in a calm tone: "Then...where is she?"

Ye Cheng understood and said: "Miss Cheng, everything is fine recently. It was just yesterday that she had a conflict with someone and was slightly injured."

"You're slightly injured and you call everything fine?"

Zhao Hanchen's voice suddenly rose several degrees, and there was worry and anger in his eyes. He looked at Ye Cheng: "How did she get hurt? Where is the injury? Who made her get hurt?"

Ye Cheng told Zhao Hanchen exactly what he had learned about.

After Zhao Hanchen listened, his jaw tightened and he suppressed his anger and said, "I understand."

"Chairman..." Ye Cheng looked at his furious look and reminded him kindly: "Actually... Zhou Jingwei has already gone to deal with it."

Zhao Hanchen's anger suddenly dissipated as if he had been punched by someone.

yes.

Zhou Jingwei is here.

He treasures Cheng Weiyue so much, why would he let her get hurt even a little bit by his side?

Qin Group, President's Office.

The antique office has a Chinese-style decoration, dyed with ambergris and agarwood, and the smell inside the room is unique and simple.

Zhou Jingwei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands folded, looking at the busy traffic below, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhao Ximo was sitting on the sofa nearby. He changed his careless attitude and was scrolling through his mobile phone seriously.

Wei Tingyao was sitting opposite Zhao Ximo. When he saw this, he walked over curiously and looked at Zhao Ximo's mobile phone screen.

What caught my eye were baby products.

Wei Tingyao's thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and a disobedient smile appeared on his deep and deep face: "Aren't you bored to death by looking at that child? What kind of baby products are you looking at here? Don't you advise Sang Wanting to abort the child?

Already?"

Zhao Ximo's hand holding the phone trembled. He curled his lips and said in a very calm voice: "After all, it is Sangsang and my child, and he should always stay by his side."

"Tsk..." Wei Tingyao frowned: "It's been almost two months, right? Zhao Ximo, this child will put a lot of constraints on you. Do you really think that your fiancée Song Feiran is some kind of weakling? The Song family

Once we know about this child, it is hard to say how Sang Wanting died."

These words were really harsh, and the smile on Zhao Ximo's face was a bit unbearable.

But he really couldn't refute, so he turned off his phone as if nothing had happened and said, "Tell me, why hasn't the old man from the Xu family come yet?"
Chapter completed!