Zhou Jingwei kissed her chin with an indescribable tenderness: "Well, happy Christmas Eve, little moon."

The smile on Cheng Weiyue's face tended to deepen. She buried her face in his shoulder and said in a satisfied tone: "But it's not dark yet."

"Well, I'll take you out for a walk tonight." Zhou Jingwei's hand slowly stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair and whispered: "I checked the weather forecast. The snow will stop for an hour or two at night, and we can go out."

Cheng Weiyue became a little curious: "Where to go?"

"Go somewhere..." Zhou Jingwei curled up the corners of his lips lazily and played with the girl's hair on the temples with his fingers: "Go to a place that only I know."

Cheng Weiyue couldn't guess that there was anything in the northern suburbs that only Zhou Jingwei knew about.

She rubbed her face against his shoulder, like a kitten: "Actually, I also prepared a Christmas Eve gift for you."

"What gift?" Zhou Jingwei asked with some interest.

Cheng Weiyue's voice came out from under the quilt, muffled: "Maybe it doesn't look good. I showed it to you, but you can't laugh at me."

"No joke, it's too late to like Little Moon's gift." Zhou Jingwei said seriously.

Cheng Weiyue's eyes were filled with smiles, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "Then I'll give it to you tonight."

The little girl also learned to tell the truth.

Zhou Jingwei laughed and hugged him tighter.

Apart from pampering the one you love, what else can you do?

Zhao Hanchen caught wind and cold after returning to the hotel. Ye Cheng took some anti-inflammatory medicine and cold medicine and put them on Zhao Hanchen's pillow. Looking at his pale and weak expression, he couldn't help but said: "Chairman, you have to take good care of yourself today."

Rest, don’t run around anymore.”

Zhao Hanchen didn't respond. He frowned slightly, and looked out the French window with a pair of phoenix eyes: "Today is Christmas Eve, right?"

How could a single person in Yecheng remember these days in his heart? He was stunned before saying: "Yes, today is Christmas Eve."

"Tell me," Zhao Han smiled deeply, but his eyes darkened: "Would Weiyue be happy if Zhou Jingwei spends the holidays with her?"

This is a gift question.

Ye Cheng silently closed his mouth and said nothing.

And Zhao Hanchen felt a great sense of fatigue, growing in his heart bit by bit.

These days, he really endured too much overnight.

Zhao Mingchen was forced to step down due to his eagerness for quick success. Now Jingxing has become a big mess, weighing him down.

Zhao Mingchen is seriously ill and is dying.

Cheng Weiyue fell in love with Zhou Jingwei.

As for him, he is a thing of the past.

What he wanted to get was nothing.

He slowly closed his eyes, suddenly laughed softly, and said, "I haven't spent Christmas Eve with Weiyue yet."

Memories suddenly came to my mind like a tide.

Zhao Hanchen remembered that on Christmas Eve last year, Cheng Weiyue waited for him all night long downstairs in Jingxing's house.

At the end of the year, Jingxing's affairs made him anxious. Cheng Weiyue, who had not come to see him for several months, suddenly stopped him at Jingxing's door.

She asked boldly and straightforwardly: "Mr. Zhao, can I have a dinner with you tonight?"

At that time, Cheng Weiyue clearly had a firm preference for herself.

Men's vanity is inevitable. Cheng Weiyue is beautiful enough and likes herself enough. Being chased by such a girl is a matter of satisfying vanity for men.

At that time, he had just left the window, and seeing her like this, he became somewhat interested, and said with a half-smile: "Invite me to dinner?"

The little girl nodded sharply and said, "Well, I'm chasing you."

It's so straightforward.

Zhao Hanchen had a rare conscience and asked his secretary to take her to the rest room to rest.

The little girl looked at him eagerly before leaving, as if she was unwilling to give up without giving him an answer.

He then said: "If I am busy, I will accompany you to dinner."

Cheng Weiyue is different from all other women. She is straightforward and enthusiastic, approaching herself without any cover-up, just for herself.

I was obviously impressed, but why didn't I keep the appointment?

Zhao Hanchen thought about it carefully and smiled at himself.

Because Qiao Jingxue contacted him crying and told him about the scars and pain of marriage.

As long as he coaxed Qiao Jingxue, he let Cheng Weiyue wait downstairs.

When everything was over, it was already late at night. He suddenly remembered that there was someone waiting for him downstairs, and he actually felt a little guilty.

He quickly left the office and asked Ye Cheng outside the door if Cheng Weiyue was still there.

The latter said: "Mr. Zhao, Miss Cheng has been waiting downstairs."

His heart seemed to have been hit by something, and he was almost suffocated for a moment, and then he said: "Let's go now."

That night, when he opened the door to the lounge and saw Cheng Weiyue, Cheng Weiyue was huddled on the sofa and already drowsy.

When she saw herself coming, her eyes instantly regained clarity, and she walked towards her step by step.

She said: "Are you busy until now?"

He opened his mouth and said yes.

Cheng Weiyue said calmly: "I saw it. Everyone got off work three hours ago. Zhao Hanchen, if you don't want to eat with me, you can just tell me. You don't have to lie to me and ask me to wait here. I am

I like you very much, it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, but don’t lie to me.”

She left so quickly that Zhao Hanchen didn't even have time to stop her.

Cheng Weiyue is a person who is sincere and straightforward. She can talk to someone from the bottom of her heart, but she can't get rid of the sand in her eyes and hates lies the most.

Zhao Han thought deeply, last year's Christmas Eve must have been like this with cold wind and snow, otherwise how could he remember it so vividly?

It was so vivid that at this moment when I was separated from my memories, my whole body was actually cold.

He didn't speak, so Ye Cheng could only stand aside silently.

Outside the window, the snow is getting tighter...

Cheng Weiyue and Zhou Jingwei stayed at the hotel until evening, and the heavy snow really stopped.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the clear sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, which was quite different: "It really stopped..."

"Well, so... Little Moon," Zhou Jingwei hugged her from behind, and his kiss fell on the side of her face in a very tender and affectionate manner, "We can go."

Cheng Weiyue felt that her fingertips were numb.

She couldn't help but look at Zhou Jingwei, her face was bright red and she looked very cute: "Why do you always kiss me?"

"I'm going back to Jingcheng after spending Christmas with Yueyue, and I can't bear to do it."

The word "reluctant" has a strong connotation of hoarseness and an indescribable muteness.

Zhou Jingwei's eyelashes were lowered, and after saying this, he looked at Cheng Weiyue silently.

Cheng Weiyue could see reluctance in his eyes.

It's very thick, almost straightforward.
Chapter completed!