You know you shouldn't. The greater the stalemate, the more you have to stay calm. Only then will you have the chance to turn the tables in one fell swoop.

But she still couldn't hold it back, and suddenly walked straight to the table and looked directly at Cheng Weiyue.

Zhou Jingwei's lazy and cold eyes flashed across the darkness, a bit dangerous.

He tapped the table with his fingertips and spoke again, his voice already several degrees colder: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou. I'll take Miss Qiao and leave right now." He had already broken down in a cold sweat from the experience. He hurriedly stepped forward and urged: "Miss Qiao, you... you should leave with me..."

Qiao Jingxue's eyes passed over the three people on the table one by one.

The smile on Cheng Weiyue's face had long since disappeared, and she looked at her calmly.

Qiao Jingxue smiled thinly and coldly: "Cheng Weiyue, are you proud? What were you laughing at just now? Are you laughing at me?"

"You misunderstood, I didn't." Cheng Weiyue looked calmly.

But the more calm and calm she looked, the more angry Qiao Jingxue became.

Why is she pretending to be a good person? She is clearly adding insult to injury.

"Did I misunderstand?" The bloodshot eyes in Qiao Jingxue's eyes spread. She chuckled softly and said slowly: "Cheng Weiyue, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. When you see me looking so embarrassed in front of Zhao Hanchen,

Are you proud?"

Cheng Weiyue responded in silence.

Opposite him, Zhou Siheng's face was even uglier than Zhou Jingwei's, and his lips were already pursed and turned white.

The manager called several employees in, and a waitress already took Qiao Jingxue's arm and persuaded her to leave.

Qiao Jingxue stood there and refused to move, looking at Cheng Weiyue's beautiful face with unspeakable hatred.

She suddenly curved her lips and smiled, and said with almost vicious words: "But don't be too proud. In the end, you are just my stand-in, a fake."

What followed Qiao Jingxue's words was a whole glass of warm water poured on her face.

Zhou Jingwei put the empty tea cup back on the table, looked at the people who were frightened by his actions out of the corner of his eye, and said in a cold and indifferent tone: "Let her leave, don't dirty the floor here."

Qiao Jing was covered in snow.

She was taken away dumbfounded and walked far away before she laughed lowly and heartily in the aisle.

The door of the private room was half closed, and Cheng Weiyue could still hear her harsh laughter.

Zhou Jingwei refilled the tea, held it in his hand, and greeted Zhou Siheng who was sitting opposite: "We can't keep such a woman."

Stalker, extreme temperament.

Zhou Siheng nodded, and also picked up the tea cup in front of him. He slightly blew away the tea leaves floating on the tea water, smiled lightly, and said in a tone of approval: "Brother, you are right."

Qiao Jingxue's words made Cheng Weiyue feel agitated. She looked at the moonlit sky outside the window. When her mood gradually calmed down, she turned her head again and said quickly: "Eat, I'm hungry."

Zhou Jingwei patted her on the back of the head, a very intimate force that meant comfort.

He was afraid that he would be unhappy, and Cheng Weiyue knew that.

But she didn't feel unhappy, just a little sad at best.

To what extent can love and desire drive a woman crazy?

Qiao Jingxue is really a bloody example.

Cheng Weiyue thought that no matter what, she would not become such a person.

It would be really sad for a woman to live to this point.

Zhou Jingwei scooped up a bowl of soup for Cheng Weiyue. His expression was calm and he said warmly: "Try to see if it suits your taste."

Cheng Weiyue took a sip as she was told. The fresh and sweet taste was fish fillet soup.

Zhou Siheng just sipped the tea in his cup. He was inevitably depressed and depressed about Qiao Jingxue's incident.

"I failed to provide good hospitality tonight. I will definitely find time to make up for it in the future for Miss Cheng." Zhou Siheng apologized, which meant he was sorry: "I really didn't expect these things to happen tonight, and I let Miss Cheng see it in vain.

There were a lot of jokes, and I got offended for no reason."

"It's not in the way," Cheng Weiyue said quickly, "These are all small things."

Zhou Siheng glanced at Zhou Jingwei, who was in a gloomy mood.

A small matter, in Zhou Jingwei's eyes, would already be a big deal.

He raised his lips and smiled, and said in a lazy and gentle tone: "Miss Cheng, don't worry, if you marry into the Zhou family in the future, you will definitely not face such a deadlock again. Qiao Jingxue and I will divorce as soon as possible."

Cheng Weiyue was stunned and said subconsciously: "I haven't thought about such a far-reaching thing."

Zhou Jingwei was peeling beans for Cheng Weiyue. The green beans were so tender that when he took them out from the thin plate covered in soup, the beans' coat fell apart in his hands.

Zhou Jingwei put the crushed beans aside, wiped his hands with a handkerchief as if nothing had happened, and said with a lazy smile: "Yueyue is still young, so I'm really not in a hurry."

"Miss Cheng is not in a hurry, but brother, your age is here. Aren't I worried for you?" Zhou Siheng said with a smile.

Zhou Jingwei raised his eyes and gave him a neutral look: "You are about to be divorced, but you are not much younger than me."

Later, the atmosphere became much better, and we were able to talk happily.

Zhou Jingwei asked his assistant to drive over, and the three of them said goodbye at the door of Wangjiang Pavilion.

Cheng Weiyue felt sleepy for some reason, so she leaned softly in Zhou Jingwei's arms and said goodbye to Zhou Siheng in a sweet tone.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Siheng was really worried.

A girl with such a good temperament would be no match for her and her cousin, and she would probably be eaten up and nothing would be left.

In the car, Cheng Weiyue's face was red, her eyes fell on Zhou Jingwei's face, and she smiled brightly: "Why are you so good-looking?"

Zhou Jingwei originally thought she was tired, but now he noticed something was wrong with her and frowned: "Yueyue, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No! There's no discomfort!" Cheng Weiyue raised two fingers on her head: "Brother, I have grown ears..."

Zhou Jingwei guessed that Cheng Weiyue was drunk.

He looked at the bewildered assistant in the front row with a bad expression, and said in a cold tone: "Contact the person in charge of Wangjiang Pavilion and ask him if he secretly let the wine go today."

The assistant hurriedly contacted and quickly got the answer. There was a trace amount of sweet wine in the plum soup Cheng Weiyue drank. The alcohol content was very low and could be ignored.

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, Cheng Weiyue climbed on top of him using both hands and feet.

Her body temperature was warm, and her whole body had an indescribable aroma. She lay softly on his body, her chin touching his shoulder.

As she spoke, the hot breath from her mouth fell on his ears. She said, "Brother, Tie Tie, my body feels so cool."

The veins on the back of Zhou Jingwei's hands popped out one by one.
Chapter completed!