Cheng Cunzheng also calmed down a little, and his voice suddenly became very depressed: "Zhou Jingwei, don't bully my Ning Ning. I am old and confused, but I will not allow anyone to bully my daughter."

Zhou Jingwei's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, his face straightened slightly, and he slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, saying the same words seriously: "Don't worry, I will take good care of her and regard her as more important than anything else."

"If you really think so, I'll be relieved."

Cheng Cunzheng took a sip of the wine in his glass and his eyes became distant: "This child Weiyue was not in good health when she was a child. Her mother and I were worried every day that she would not be able to survive, and we did not get a good night's sleep.

"

Zhao Ruolan glanced at Cheng Cunzheng angrily, patted him on the back and said, "Why are you talking to your child about this? Jing Wei, don't listen to his nonsense, don't feel any psychological pressure."

"Auntie, it's okay, you can let uncle talk." Zhou Jingwei was rare and gentle and harmless: "I will listen carefully."

Cheng Cunzheng's eyes were a little red, and his voice became hoarse: "The people at the hospital told us that this child is weak and may not be able to raise him, but I don't believe it. I think as long as he is raised carefully, how can he not be raised?

good person?"

"It's just that such a young child has suffered so much. We can't bear it when we look at it."

Cheng Cunzheng's words also touched Zhao Ruolan who was standing beside her. She wiped her eyes and complained: "Have a good meal! What are you talking about!"

Cheng Cunzheng just pretended not to hear and continued talking to himself: "This child has been very sensible since he was a child. Even if he is not feeling well, he never cries or makes trouble. He only smiles at you obediently. I remember one time, Wei Xiao

Yue had a fever, and her body was burning hot in the middle of the night. Ruolan and I took her to the hospital. On the way, I was thinking, as long as I can raise this child in this life, it will be worth it."

"Later on, Weiyue grew up little by little, and her health gradually improved. Ruolan and I no longer had children. Once a wish comes true, we cannot break our promise."

The dining room was very quiet, with only the dim yellow lights slightly ruffled by the wind and blurred.

Cheng Cunzheng forced a smile on his face, with faint traces of tears in his eyes, and said: "Jing Wei, this is my precious daughter, you must not bully her."

Cheng Weiyue heard these words when she walked out of the bathroom.

She had a sour nose for no reason, and the sourness welled up in her eyes, forcing her to cry.

She heard Zhou Jingwei say: "I know Weiyue believes in Buddhism, and I swear to the Buddha that if I treat Weiyue badly or bully her, I will go to hell and die a good death."

"What are you talking about!" With such a strong oath, Cheng Weiyue opened the door and walked in, with anxiety in her eyes: "What you just said didn't count, Zhou Jingwei, don't say such things."

Regardless of whether it can be fulfilled or not, such an oath should not be uttered lightly.

But Zhou Jingwei smiled calmly and said in a soothing tone: "It's okay, Yueyue, it's okay."

Cheng Weiyue sat down next to him and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "What did you and dad talk about just now? Why did you suddenly swear something poisonous?"

"It's nothing. We talked about something about your childhood." Zhou Jingwei turned to look at her, his eyes flowing, full of tenderness and tenderness: "It's nothing big, don't worry."

Cheng Cunzheng saw the two people's small actions, but just pretended that he didn't see it.

When the meal was almost finished, he slowly spoke: "What are the plans for the wedding?"

"Wei Yue and I plan to keep everything simple and only need to invite close relatives and friends." Zhou Jingwei paused and said, "Dad, what do you think?"

Cheng Weiyue blushed.

Zhou Jingwei called "Dad" so smoothly that she almost didn't react.

Cheng Cunzheng's reaction was normal and he said calmly: "You young people can do whatever you think is right about your wedding. I have no objection."

Zhou Jingwei smiled and asked Zhao Ruolan: "Mom, what do you think?"

Zhao Ruolan was very excited when she was shouted at. Looking at Zhou Jingwei, she felt that everything was beautiful.

She smiled and said, "I don't have any opinion. Just think about it."

Later, the atmosphere became warmer. Cheng Cunzheng and Zhou Jingwei played a game of chess. Cheng Weiyue, who was watching the game silently, had already dozed off.

Zhou Jingwei leaned her shaky head on his shoulder and said to Cheng Cunzheng: "Dad, that's it for today. Yueyue is a little sleepy. I'll take her home to rest."

"Well, pregnant people should rest early." Cheng Cunzheng nodded and agreed.

Cheng Weiyue was frightened and woke up. She sat up straight and stammered: "Dad...you...how do you know...know that I'm pregnant?"

Cheng Cunzheng looked at Cheng Weiyue with side eyes and said in a serious voice: "What? If Jing Wei doesn't tell us, when are you going to tell us?"

"I didn't want to hide it from you, I just wanted to find a good opportunity." Cheng Weiyue was at a loss and her momentum was very weak.

How could Cheng Cunzheng be willing to really argue with his daughter? Scaring was enough. His face brightened slightly and he said, "Okay, you two should go back and rest early now."

Zhao Ruolan came out carrying a thermos bucket, "Wait a minute, take this back and give Weiyue a drink tomorrow morning."

Zhou Jingwei took the thermos bucket and wanted to find someone to thank him.

"What's there to thank you for! You kid is good at everything, but he's too well-behaved. Do you do the same with your parents at home?" When Zhao Ruolan said this, he was stunned and said: "By the way, both of you are.

You're getting married, and I haven't met your parents yet!"

Cheng Weiyue subconsciously looked at Zhou Jingwei, whose expression was calm and nothing unusual.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was thinking about how to answer Zhou Jingwei when the latter slowly said: "My mother passed away unexpectedly some time ago. As for my father... I will try my best to let him come and meet you two. I

I have a bad relationship with my father, so..."

"I know," Cheng Cunzheng interrupted Zhou Jingwei's words, coldly and impatiently, "What are you whining about? Your mother and I are going to bed, why don't you hurry up and leave!"

Zhao Ruolan also knew that she had made a mistake, and said with a smile: "Yes, you go quickly."

The stars and the bright moon in the sky reflect the bluestone path, casting tiny pieces of light along the way.

Cheng Weiyue occasionally looked sideways at Zhou Jingwei and saw the latter's elegant and dignified profile wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

She squeezed his palm and said, "Zhou Jingwei, don't take what my mother just said to heart."

"It's okay," Zhou Jingwei held her hand and rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips: "Yueyue, I am already very content."

Zhou Siheng received a call from Zhou Jingwei early the next morning, asking him to wait for him in the office.

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