"Maybe another day," Zhou Jingwei paused and explained in a low voice, "Didn't you tell your uncle and aunt when you came back?"

"That's right, they definitely didn't cook our food." Cheng Weiyue smiled at him and said in a good tone: "Then...will you come next time?"

Zhou Jingwei said he would come, probably because he thought his answer was too simple, and then added: "Of course I want to see Yueyue's parents more often."

"That's not what you meant," Cheng Weiyue held the seat belt in her palms and looked out the window, saying harshly: "I was just asking casually."

But when the car arrived, she still couldn't help but look at him again and whispered: "Zhou Jingwei, tell me when you get home."

She couldn't bear to leave him.

Although he didn't say it out loud, Zhou Jingwei felt it.

She is too young to hide her feelings at all.

Zhou Jingwei felt very soft, kissed her forehead and said, "I will come over to accompany you after dinner."

Cheng Weiyue felt a little sour in her mouth for some reason.

Maybe it was because something so intimate had just happened between the two of them, and the girl was so delicate that she found it difficult to be separated every minute.

She looked at the warmth between Zhou Jingwei's brows and eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs: "I don't know what's wrong with me...I really can't let you go."

"I know," he sighed, hugged her into his arms, brushed her forehead with his lips, and kissed her forehead: "Don't feel embarrassed, Yueyue, I miss you every minute and every second."

His gentle words of comfort made Cheng Weiyue feel much better. Her mood relaxed. She felt embarrassed at first, sniffed and said, "Go and do your work, I'm going home too."

Cheng Weiyue didn't know that Zhou Jingwei had been watching her back in the car until her figure completely disappeared from sight, and then drove away.

How could you be willing to give up?

He wished he could keep her by his side all the time.

People are always like this. Who would feel that the time spent with the one they love is too long? They just feel that it is not enough.

When Cheng Weiyue walked home, it was rare that she didn't hear Zhao Ruolan's voice.

Usually at this time, Zhao Ruolan would be chatting on the phone with her friends while choosing food, so it was unusual to be so quiet.

Cheng Weiyue was about to walk in to see what was going on when she saw Cheng Cunzheng walking out of the hall, holding a pot of unpeeled beans in his hand.

"Ning Ning?" Cheng Cunzheng was happy at first, then he put down the beans and walked towards Cheng Weiyue, wiped the water stains on his hands with his apron, and said with a smile: "Why did you suddenly come back today?"

"Isn't it New Year's Eve tonight? Our crew has two days off." Cheng Weiyue paused and asked curiously: "Dad? Why are you picking beans again today?"

The smile on Cheng Cunzheng's face faded a little, and he whispered: "Your mother was injured and has difficulty walking around, so I will be responsible for cooking. The university is not on vacation today, so I will go back after I finish cooking lunch for your mother." Already."

Cheng Weiyue kept frowning when she heard Cheng Cunzheng say that Zhao Ruolan was injured.

As soon as Cheng Cunzheng finished speaking, she quickly asked: "Where is mom now? I'll go see her."

"She's playing mahjong with her best friends," Cheng Cunzheng pointed to the room at the end of the second floor and said, "She injured her leg and it's inconvenient. I asked her best friends to come over and play mahjong with her."

Cheng Cunzheng was used to being a role model. In his eyes, playing the national quintessence of mahjong was purely unprofessional. He never did it on weekdays, and he didn't really like Zhao Ruolan to do it.

Today, in order to relieve Zhao Ruolan's boredom, he took the initiative to call her friends and best friends over. It could be seen that he was really distressed.

Cheng Weiyue also felt distressed and said hurriedly: "Dad, I'll go up and take a look."

"Your mother is having a great time. Please be quiet when you go up there and don't disturb her mood." Cheng Cunzheng instructed.

Cheng Weiyue said yes and went up eagerly.

"Nine barrels!"

"Hey, I'm confused!" Zhao Ruolan flattened the mahjong with a smile, with a proud expression: "Fifteen per person, no credit allowed!"

"Lan Lan, is there something wrong with your card table? How come you keep winning all the time?" Sister Qian joked with a smile: "Does this count as a good day? My foot is injured, but my poker luck is good!"

"Don't make excuses for yourself if you're not good at it," Zhao Ruolan raised her eyebrows, her beautiful face showing pride: "I'm not talking about my poker skills. I've beaten Tinglan's invincible players for so many years, okay?"

The other two laughed.

"Chengchengcheng, invincible!" Sister Qian said this, while shuffling the cards to cater to everyone, she said: "Ruolan, didn't you say that your Weiyue and her boyfriend broke up last time? It's been so long, you

Have you ever thought about finding one for her?"

These words made Zhao Ruolan look at her a few more times, and said with a faint smile: "Do you think I can still take care of Weiyue's child? Why do you still take me seriously now? I don't care about that. I'm older.

The most important thing is to take care of yourself."

When Sister Qian saw her saying this, she raised her eyebrows and said, "If I find you another one like last time, you won't have anywhere to cry!"

"My daughter has good taste, and I believe her." After Zhao Ruolan said this, she slowed down the shuffling of the cards in her hands and said seriously: "As long as she likes it, I, as a mother, will like it."

This was what Cheng Weiyue heard when she walked to the door.

Her movement of pushing the door stopped, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a long time, she relaxed her mood, smiled, opened the door and walked in.

"Isn't this our Yueyue family?" Sister Qian said with a smile, "Your mother was talking to us about you just now."

"Hello Aunt Qian." Cheng Weiyue greeted each one obediently before walking up to Zhao Ruolan.

Zhao Ruolan's foot injury didn't look serious. It was probably because it was handled properly. The scabs on her knees were completely gone, and there were still a few bruises that hadn't spread.

Cheng Weiyue still felt distressed when she saw it. Seeing Zhao Ruolan not caring about playing mahjong, she couldn't help but ask: "What did you do here?"

"I accidentally dropped it!"

"How careless can you fall like this!" Cheng Weiyue obviously didn't believe it, and asked: "Tell me how you fell!"

"What's there to say?" Zhao Ruolan smiled and looked at Cheng Weiyue's competing appearance, stretched out her hand and nodded her head: "Your mother, aren't I sitting here properly? Well, don't bother me playing mahjong!

"

"Yueyue, we can all testify to your mother that she is really fine!" Sister Qian pointed to the thick pile of money in Zhao Ruolan's hand and teased with a smile: "Look, these are all the money we just received from

With all the money we have made, even if we are tied together, we can't beat your mother!"

Listening to this, it is somewhat reassuring.
Chapter completed!