He hurriedly took out a few tissues to wipe his mouth, looked at Ye Yi in disbelief, and asked: "Ye Yi... the person you are talking about is not Cheng Weiyue, right?"

"Cheng Weiyue?" Ye Yi frowned and repeated the name softly: "Have I heard this name somewhere?"

"Cheng Weiyue! He is your sister Ye Anran's good friend abroad. Have you forgotten?" Lan Rong said this and sighed: "It's good that this person is beautiful. It can make you so desireless.

The Lord who asked for it all took it upon himself to ask.”

Li Qi, who had been listening to the two people talking, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He took a sip of tea and said, "I think it's not because of Ye Yi's face, right?"

"It feels like deja vu. As for the specifics..." Ye Yi shook his head and said, "I can't tell."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled involuntarily.

How can a lot of things be explained clearly in just a few words?

The feeling is originally a very subtle thing.

When Cheng Weiyue returned to Xiangshan Palace, the air was already filled with a light fragrance.

Zhou Jingwei walked out of the kitchen, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly: "Wash your hands, you can eat soon."

"Is the nutritious meal so rich?" Her tone was a bit joking, "I thought it was just soup."

"How can I?" Zhou Jingwei rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, smiling casually and gently: "Now one person eats and two people eat, how can there be only one soup?"

"What else is there? Let me take a closer look." Cheng Weiyue walked into the kitchen and looked at the dishes displayed on the counter.

"And the sweet and sour short ribs I said I wanted to eat yesterday!" Cheng Weiyue looked at several beautifully made snacks and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Zhou Jingwei hugged her from behind and sighed: "If you make food for your wife, of course you will never tire of fine food and fine meat."

"Wife..." Cheng Weiyue blushed: "Who is your wife?"

"You already have a child, aren't you going to give me a status?" Zhou Jingwei chuckled. He was silent for a moment, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Yueyue, I really want to have a family with you."

"It's with me and our children." Cheng Weiyue turned around and corrected him seriously.

But Zhou Jingwei was arranging the broken hair on her temples, and said in a serious tone: "No, it's just you."

I want to give you a home that has nothing to do with anyone.

It's just us.

I love you so much, but I am so selfish that I don't want to share this moment with anyone.

"What about the baby?" Cheng Weiyue pouted and said in a protracted voice, "What about the baby?"

"He will be a member of our family." Zhou Jingwei was equally serious and answered carefully every word: "But Yueyue, I want to have a family with you. This matter has nothing to do with anyone. It's just because I love you.

, complete and only you. It has nothing to do with your children or anyone else or anything."

Cheng Weiyue wondered if after pregnancy, people's emotions tend to fluctuate easily.

She had an inexplicable sore nose and almost fainted.

"Then...the proposal can't be so casual."

"Of course," Zhou Jingwei's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were so mesmerizing that he said in a hoarse voice, "My little Moon wants everything others have, and nothing can be missing."

"Then...then hurry up." Cheng Weiyue buried her face in his arms and muttered: "If it's too late, my wedding dress will show my pregnancy, and I won't be pretty enough."

"Nonsense," he touched her hair, "the little moon will always be the most beautiful."

"How can I be beautiful when I'm pregnant? I might be swollen like a pig's head." Cheng Weiyue sniffed, burying her face in Zhou Jingwei's arms and refusing to move.

"That's also the cutest little pig head in the world." It was a rare moment when he made a wisecrack, but every word seemed to have been brewing between his lips and teeth for a long time, leaving no one unconvinced at all.

After dinner, Cheng Weiyue squatted in the greenhouse and counted the flower pots. She found that there were fewer daffodils in the greenhouse than before, so she childishly ran to tell Zhou Jingwei about it.

At that time, Zhou Jingwei was in a meeting. The Zhou Group was involved in lengthy and cumbersome matters. Zhou Jingwei sat behind his desk and watched a group of senior executives reporting on their work in the video.

Zhou Jingwei has very high demands on others and himself at work, and sometimes he is even a bit picky.

These high-level officials were usually very secretive and inscrutable. At this time, they were all looking at Zhou Jingwei's face through the screen, and they were also as silent as a cicada.

The person reporting on the work is even more careful about every word, for fear of saying even half a word wrong.

The atmosphere was originally very dull. After all, times like this are always depressing.

"Our department...the arrangements for next quarter are..."

Until the study door was pushed open, and a crisp voice broke the silent atmosphere.

"Zhou Jingwei, I'm missing a few pots of daffodils."

So everyone saw that the president who had lowered his eyebrows and eyes a second ago, not knowing what he was thinking, and had a cold air around him, suddenly looked like a different person, raised his head, his eyes were like the first melting ice and snow in spring.

He said: "How come there are a few pots missing?"

There was no blame at all, and the sound of the voice could only be described as gentle and drizzle.

"I don't know. When I went out during the day, there were clearly several pots of them by the window sill."

The woman's voice clearly sounded cold, but there was an indescribable sweetness to it.

"Don't worry, I'll go take a look with you, okay?"

Zhou Jingwei said this, ignoring the stunned expressions of everyone in the video, took off his headphones and walked towards Cheng Weiyue.

He said: "Don't run around next time, it's so dangerous..."

The sound faded away, and then there was the sound of the door being slammed shut.

In the Zhou Group's conference room, all the senior executives turned their attention to Chen Yi'an who was taking notes.

Someone asked out of curiosity: "Assistant Chen, can this meeting... still be held?"

Chen Yi'an also coughed and covered his fists to hide the same shocked expression on his face.

After that, he put down his hand and said calmly: "Mr. Zhou is probably busy, let's just wait."

That evening, Zhou Jingwei left a group of people behind and accompanied Cheng Weiyue to count flower pots in the flower room.

He seemed to be in a good mood. He counted them carefully twice before saying, "Yueyue, I remembered. I asked the housekeeper to move some flowers for maintenance during the day."

Cheng Weiyue breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him angrily: "Why did you say it now?"

"I don't know either," Zhou Jingwei smiled sullenly, the smile in the corners of his eyes moving: "I just feel very at ease with you like this."

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