Cheng Weiyue noticed that when she looked at him, his usually neat and clean suit had been wrinkled by the crowds of people, and his elegant leather shoes were stained with snow and mud.

The look he looked at himself showed anxiety, panic, and joy.

His eyes were all red.

Cheng Weiyue couldn't help but be touched.

what is love?

Love is the collapse of a holy and clean snow-capped mountain, and the joy of falling from the altar,

Love is when people look at each other without scruples, and when the coldest people become believers.

He is her disciple.

There were people around, but Zhou Jingwei could only see Cheng Weiyue.

They walked through the surging crowd and walked to each other step by step.

Zhou Jingwei looked at her eyes full of panic.

Cheng Weiyue opened her mouth and wanted to explain: "I'm fine, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Jingwei suddenly hugged her into his arms.

People come and go here, and he has no worries.

He spoke in her ear, his words incoherent: "I heard on the news that something happened in Suzaku Lane..."

After a pause, he whispered: "Fortunately, you're fine."

Cheng Weiyue understood everything.

Snow fell on her eyelashes, stained by her body temperature, and hung in her eyes like tears.

Cheng Weiyue's voice was very soft, she said: "Zhou Jingwei, I love you."

I love you, love you very much.

There are thousands and thousands of people in this world, but I will only love you for the rest of my life.

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Zhou Siheng saw Qiao Jingxue sitting in the back seat of his car, applying makeup.

The car window was rolled down halfway, and Qiao Jingxue held brightly colored lipstick and a makeup mirror in her hands.

She looked calm, as if nothing had happened, and she was calm enough.

Zhou Siheng frowned almost invisible and walked over.

This underground parking lot can only park the cars of Zhou's executives. If anyone sees Qiao Jingxue here, it will cause a lot of trouble.

The driver saw Zhou Siheng coming and quickly opened the door for him.

In the car, Qiao Jingxue smiled and waved to him in a very friendly tone: "I thought it would take you a long time, but I didn't expect to get off so soon."

Zhou Siheng didn't say anything. Once a marriage comes to an end, in fact, many times it's too much to say even one more word.

He looked out the window with an indifferent expression and ordered the driver to drive.

The car drove onto the highway.

The night view of Jingcheng was always beautiful. Qiao Jingxue put the makeup mirror aside, moved it to Zhou Siheng's side, and smiled brightly: "Siheng, will you forget me soon?"

"Qiao Jingxue, don't say something here that has never existed before. We have never cared about each other, so how can we forget it?"

"Is that so?" She smiled nonchalantly, and suddenly rubbed his side face gently with her face, and said quietly: "But at the beginning, I really wanted to be the daughter-in-law of your Zhou family. It was you,

I was never given this opportunity."

Zhou Siheng didn't want to say any more hurtful words. He really had no intention of getting along well with Qiao Jingxue from the beginning of this marriage, so he was mostly left out in the cold these years.

Even if it was agreed in advance, the Qiao family at that time did not actually give Qiao Jingxue the right to refuse the marriage.

After all, he owed her more or less.

Therefore, he was willing to turn a blind eye to the various methods she used to gain power these days, pretending that nothing had happened.

It's easy to get together and stay apart, there's no need to become resentful couples.

"What's the point of talking about this now?" Zhou Siheng turned his face slightly to avoid Qiao Jingxue.

The light and shadow fell on the latter's face, her delicate face and strangely red lips.

"It makes no sense," Qiao Jingxue smiled softly, her smile gradually widened, and soon turned expressionless. She whispered: "Zhou Siheng, you are sorry for me."

Perhaps because their marriage was coming to an end soon, Zhou Siheng had unprecedented patience with Qiao Jingxue.

His tone was calm and calm: "If you think so, you can feel more comfortable."

Qiao Jingxue knew that her expression must be very embarrassing.

Her smile froze at the corners of her lips, and she stared at Zhou Siheng's face for a long, long time, feeling desolate in her heart.

Seeing that the car was about to arrive at the door of Qiao's house, Qiao Jingxue suddenly said, "Are you going to talk about divorce tonight? Can you please slow down for a while?"

"Since this marriage was a union between Qiao and Zhou's family, and now it has broken down, your family has the right to know."

Zhou Siheng said matter-of-factly.

Qiao Jingxue suddenly felt resentful.

How do you say that?

After a hundred years of cultivation, we can cross in the same boat; after a thousand years of cultivation, we can sleep together on the same pillow.

After all, they had been together under the same roof for so long, and he had already agreed to divorce, but he was still so impatient.

"Can't you slow down? I'm not ready yet." Qiao Jingxue's tone suddenly became very calm.

Stripped of all emotions, it's so cold that it's outrageous.

Zhou Siheng's tone was firm and there was no room for change: "No."

The car arrived at the door of Qiao's house. In addition to the housekeeper, there was also a jumping Qiao Yesi standing at the door.

She just celebrated her eighteenth birthday a few days ago, and she is still in high spirits and is cheerful every day.

Qiao Jingxue looked at her sister's youthful face and felt dazzling for a moment.

She was born to the same parents, and she has endured so much pressure from her family. Why can she be carefree, without having to bear anything or think about anything?

It's really unfair.

Zhou Siheng also saw Qiao Yesi at the door. He thought that the little girl seemed a bit paler than the last time he saw her.

As soon as the two got out of the car, Qiao Yesi waved to them while dancing: "Sister, brother-in-law!"

Qiao Jingxue was upset and had hidden worries. She didn't want to pay attention to Qiao Yesi and walked straight in.

Qiao Yesi's face was red from the snow. She watched Qiao Jingxue walk in with confusion in her eyes, and asked Zhou Siheng: "Sister, is she in a bad mood?"

Zhou Siheng said "hmm" and then said with slight concern: "It's cold outside, let's go in."

"Brother-in-law, how many days do you plan to come back and stay?" Qiao Yesi asked curiously.

"Your sister will stay, I will leave tonight."

The snowy color was long, and Qiao Yesi looked at the indifferent profile of the man in front of him, with a slightly sick look, and a temperament like a bamboo oppressed by frost and snow, with an indescribable sense of bookishness and elegance.

Although the men in the Zhou family are all good-looking, in Qiao Yesi's opinion, Zhou Siheng is much more approachable than Zhou Jingwei, who always seems to smile but cannot see through.

Qiao Yesi followed Zhou Siheng inside and asked abruptly: "Brother-in-law, were you a school idol when you were in high school?"

The young girl's thinking is really wild and unconstrained.
Chapter completed!