After all, it at least proves that Zhao Ruolan's spirit is good, but her body is a little injured.

Cheng Weiyue felt a little relieved. Seeing Zhao Ruolan rushing to leave impatiently, she compromised and said, "Mom, then I'll go help dad choose the vegetables."

When Cheng Weiyue left, Sister Qian and the others were all sighing that it was good to have a daughter. Look at Weiyue, how considerate she is.

Only Zhao Ruolan sighed and said softly: "I would rather she not be like this. This child is too emotional."

Downstairs, Cheng Cunzheng saw Cheng Weiyue coming down and put down the lettuce in his hand.

Cheng Weiyue sat in front of Cheng Cun and said, "Dad, let me choose."

"You, kid, have finally come back. How can I let you do these things?" Cheng Cunzheng coughed lightly: "I'll just come."

"No need, aren't you practicing calligraphy at this time?" Cheng Weiyue said with a smile: "You can go to the study to practice calligraphy. I rarely come back, and I will cook lunch."

Cheng Cunzheng was obviously very happy, but he still declined several times before happily going to the study room nearby.

Cheng Weiyue lowered her head and started choosing dishes seriously.

I don’t know when it started snowing again.

The wooden door was gently pushed open from the outside. Cheng Weiyue subconsciously raised her head and saw Zhao Hanchen standing outside the door.

He was holding several boxes in his hands that looked very valuable at first glance. He lost a lot of his romantic and elegant temperament, and his whole person looked much calmer to the naked eye.

Zhao Hanchen obviously did not expect that Cheng Weiyue was at home. The moment he opened the door, the expression on his face was stunned for a moment.

The boxes in his hands were stained with snow, so he wiped the snow off the boxes with his hands and looked at Cheng Weiyue quietly.

It didn't take long, just less than three months, and the distance between the two was already visible to the naked eye.

"I'm here to see the teacher and my wife." Zhao Hanchen spoke first, breaking the silence.

There was a teacher-student friendship between Zhao Hanchen and Cheng Cunzheng. Cheng Weiyue couldn't say anything, so she just lowered her head and started pinching bean sprouts again.

The weather was too cold, and holding a handful of bean sprouts in her hands was like holding a piece of ice. Cheng Weiyue pinched the tender roots with her fingertips, and the juice flowed out, and soon her fingers turned red from the cold.

Zhao Hanchen looked at her red fingertips and put the gift box aside. Without saying a word, he picked up a handful of unprocessed bean sprouts from the vegetable basin and pinched them like Cheng Weiyue.

stand up.

Cheng Weiyue was stunned by his actions, then lowered her head indifferently and said: "Put it down, I don't need you to do it."

"Weiyue," Zhao Hanchen's voice was low and hoarse: "I'm not having an easy time these days. Can you please stop talking to me like that."

His phoenix eyes were filled with deep darkness, and he looked at Cheng Weiyue with a bit of self-deprecation: "I know you don't like me, but I'm here to see my master and my wife today, don't be so mean to me, okay?

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Cheng Weiyue was speechless by him. She paused in her movements for a moment and then said calmly: "You misunderstood. I didn't mean anything else. I just thought that you are a guest after all and it's not easy to help me with these trivial things."

"The matter in Tinglan Hutong has been taken care of," Zhao Hanchen continued to move in his hands, explaining and flattering in his words: "I have taken care of the group of people in Jingxing's board of directors. Don't worry, there won't be any problems here in the future.

Demolition.”

Cheng Weiyue said thank you and said nothing else.

Snow drifted in from outside the eaves of the corridor and fell on Zhao Hanchen's face, giving him a slight chill.

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.

Cheng Weiyue just dealt with the things in her hands calmly. A pot of bean sprouts bottomed out. Cheng Weiyue took back the unprocessed bean sprouts in Zhao Hanchen's hand and continued to deal with it.

Zhao Hanchen looked at his suddenly empty palm and couldn't recover for a long time.

His eyelashes trembled, but the ends of his eyes were still red.

"Weiyue, I..."

"Hanchen, why are you here?" Cheng Cunzheng's voice came from inside, interrupting Zhao Hanchen's words.

Cheng Cunzheng looked puzzled and obviously unhappy: "It's cold, you'd better go back."

"Teacher..." Zhao Hanchen stood up and said, "I brought some supplements to my wife. I have no other intention. I just want to visit her."

These words finally made Cheng Weiyue raise her eyes to look at him, but the color in her eyes was questioning: "How did you know that my mother was injured?"

Cheng Cunzheng looked at Zhao Hanchen's stunned and ugly face for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "You should leave quickly. Don't come here again if you have nothing to do."

Zhao Hanchen knew that Cheng Cunzheng was actually stepping down for himself.

He also understood that now was not the time to speak, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: Teacher, I will go back first, and I will come to see you another day when it is convenient for you and my wife."

Cheng Weiyue already had doubts in her heart. When she saw Zhao Hanchen leaving, she hesitated for a moment, but walked out quickly despite Cheng Cunzheng's dissuasion.

"Weiyue! You kid!" Cheng Cunzheng's voice came from behind, with a slight sigh.

The snow at the end of December was falling like goose catkins blown up by the wind and falling all over the world.

Cheng Weiyue saw Zhao Hanchen take out his mobile phone to answer the call, so she stood behind him and waited silently.

It was about her mother, and she had to ask for it no matter what.

It's just that the snow is coming so fast that it's hard to keep your eyes open.

Cheng Weiyue saw Zhao Hanchen's cold and straight back, but for some reason, he was trembling slightly.

The next moment, his hand holding the phone suddenly dropped, as if he had lost strength, and the feeling of depression overwhelmed him almost instantly.

Cheng Weiyue saw him turn around slowly, his eyes red. The moment he saw her, his eyes became even redder.

He walked towards her quickly, as if... walking towards his only life-saving straw.

Cheng Weiyue subconsciously took two steps back. She noticed that his mood was not right, and the idea of ​​leaving became clear.

Just her wrist was grasped tightly, and the next moment, her entire body was held tightly in his arms.

"Zhao Hanchen!" Cheng Weiyue was like a cat with hairy hair, pushing him with all her strength: "Are you crazy! Let me go!"

But Zhao Hanchen remained unmoved and hugged her so tightly.

He bent slightly, his breath trembling on her shoulder.

People are probably like this, they only care about the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of the people they care about.

As for other people, at most they find it noisy.

Zhao Hanchen is Cheng Weiyue's friend.

So she didn't want to take into account his obviously uneasy mood, and used all her strength and methods to just push him away.

"Are you crazy? Zhao Hanchen, let me go!" Cheng Weiyue's face turned red from anger.

Zhao Hanchen knew that he should let her go. She already hated him enough, and her behavior now would only make her farther and farther away from him.
Chapter completed!