Li Die listened to Zhou Jingwei's calm and light voice and easily connected with the noble man who was at the opening ceremony.

A good skin always makes it easier for people to lower their guard. Li Die put down his guard, and the remaining uneasiness was eliminated.

"Then I'll excuse you Weiyue, thank you Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingwei said it was no trouble, and when he hung up the phone, Cheng Weiyue, who was originally in a drowsy state, looked at him with half-open eyes.

She looked at herself and smiled a little silly.

Zhou Jingwei restrained his hands on the edge of the seat, bent over, and asked her with downcast eyes: "Why are you laughing?"

Cheng Weiyue didn't speak, but still smiled.

Zhou Jingwei patiently maintained his bent posture and looked at her calmly and gently.

Until the little girl's slender fingertips brushed against his frame and landed on the edge of the corner of his eyes.

Her fingertips were warm and her fingertips were soft.

Zhou Jingwei heard her say: "Brother, your eyelashes are so long."

Zhou Jingwei felt like he had been scratched by a kitten. It was not painful or itchy, but it was indescribably seductive.

His eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything. He just pushed Cheng Weiyue's troublesome little hand away, stood up and closed the car door.

Just a little bit.

He was just a little bit away from being knocked out of his mind...

The road was peaceful. Cheng Weiyue slept all the way. She turned over and the blanket on her body slipped down.

She was lying on her side, and her white skirt fit snugly against the curves of her body.

Zhou Jingwei saw it from the corner of his eye and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

After that, he never looked at her again along the way.

Zhou Jingwei has many apartments in Jingcheng. He just moved to the Xiangshan Palace next to his office a few days ago.

The villa has a classic and exquisite appearance, but the interior decoration is simple and cool-toned. It gives off a cold and refreshing atmosphere.

Zhou Jingwei has lived here for several days, but the furnishings inside are almost unchanged from when they were first decorated.

He put Cheng Weiyue on the sofa and saw that she seemed to be a little awake, so he asked her if she wanted to drink water.

Cheng Weiyue nodded obediently and said she wanted to drink.

Zhou Jingwei went to the side and poured her a glass of water.

Cheng Weiyue held the cup and drank it in one breath, exhaled comfortably, put down the cup and fell asleep again.

Zhou Jingwei saw that she seemed really sleepy, so he picked her up and walked upstairs.

He likes to be quiet, and usually treats people calmly and lazily, but in fact he has a withdrawn and aloof temperament and a strong sense of private territory.

He never brings anyone home. In this villa, only the master bedroom on the second floor has a bed.

There was agarwood burning in the master bedroom. He walked in with Cheng Weiyue in his arms and turned on the light inside.

The room suddenly became brighter. Zhou Jingwei placed Cheng Weiyue on the soft bed and covered her with a quilt.

Probably because it was more comfortable to sleep on the bed, Cheng Weiyue's eyebrows were relaxed and her posture was peaceful.

Zhou Jingwei sat on the sofa nearby, looking at her sleeping face and saying nothing for a long time.

During this period, Zhao Ximo called and Zhou Jingwei went to the balcony to pick him up. The latter asked him how Cheng Weiyue was doing.

There was a gentle breeze blowing at night, carrying the fragrant fragrance of unknown flowers.

Zhou Jingwei leaned against the railing, his posture casual and casual: "I went to the hospital and the doctor said it's nothing serious."

Zhao Ximo breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as it's okay, if something happens, it will be my chocolate's fault."

"If you want to redeem yourself, do me a favor."

Zhao Ximo became interested, "Hey, is there anything else I can help with?"

"Help me buy mooncakes."

"What... you actually use me to do such a trivial thing? Do you know how valuable my time is?" After Zhao Ximo finished complaining, he clicked his tongue impatiently and compromised: "What kind of mooncake?"

"all."

"What all?"

“Buy one of all flavors.”

"Your uncle, Zhou Jingwei, do you think of me as your errand boy?"

Zhou Jingwei hung up the phone.

Zhao Ximo on the other end of the phone cursed and took the car keys from the assistant's hand and walked out, still talking: "I really owe him in my previous life!"

Beicheng.

In the magnificent hotel, more than a dozen waiters lined up in a row, each holding a silver tray with a variety of exquisite foods.

They methodically placed the food in their hands on the long burgundy table.

Not far away, someone was playing the violin, and the sound was melodious and beautiful.

The hotel was booked, and sitting on the window seat were two men with different temperaments, but equally outstanding men.

"Is the environment here not bad?" The man who spoke had a very gentle voice. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Hanchen in front of him. He had beautiful peach blossom eyes and a red tear mole at the corner of his eye.

His smile had red lips and white teeth, and he was really gentle and affectionate: "I have put a lot of thought into entertaining Mr. Zhao."

The man's name is Qin He, the current chairman of the Qin Group, the president of the Xinyu Group, and the only son of the famous Qin family in Beicheng.

In appearance, he almost inherited the grace and elegance of his father Qin Shiyu, but he also had a completely different temperament from his father.

He loves competition and development, is a ruthless careerist, and is highly aggressive in business.

In less than three years since he took over the Qin Group, the group's value has increased tenfold under his control, far surpassing the former Tang Group, which was the most prosperous in North City.

He has an innate aggressiveness.

"Mr. Zhao, why don't you say anything? Is the food not to your liking?" Qin He asked with concern.

After these few days of getting along, Zhao Hanchen has figured out Qin He's character.

He is basically a master who eats people without spitting out their bones.

Zhao Hanchen calmly took a sip of the red wine in the goblet, and his eyes fell on Qin He, showing a bit of sharpness and coldness.

He has lost the patience to continue to make excuses: "Mr. Qin, we have wasted many days."

The planning of the land in the center of Jingcheng City requires too much funds. Zhou Jingwei's unwillingness to cooperate means that the Zhou Group will not cooperate and he must find another partner. Qin He is his new partner.

The Qin Group has abundant funds and it is not a problem to spend US$20 billion.

But now, Qin He saw that his capital chain was tight and repeatedly asked him to give up profits.

Now, the situation has reached a stalemate.

"Really?" Hearing this, Qin He tilted his head slightly and smiled harmlessly: "Why do I feel like it's only a few days? I still want to talk to Mr. Zhao more. After all, Mr. Zhao is so young and promising, and he is so talented.

I really fell in love with Mr. Zhao at first sight."

Zhao Hanchen sneered, raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and directly exposed it without giving any face: "We both know exactly what made Mr. Qin fall in love at first sight. I would like to give you a kind advice, since the Qin Group wants to develop into Jingcheng, Mr. Qin

Taking advantage of the situation like this here is a waste of money."

Zhao Hanchen was even thinking that maybe he shouldn't have asked Qin He to be a partner at all.

? ?Qin He is really crazy, crazy, crazy

Sub -line: Crueling ambitionist and his very spoiled rich flowers (???????????)

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