Chapter 42 I won’t fight back

He casually opened a bottle of foreign wine on the table and drank half of the bottle in one breath. The effect of the alcohol was fierce, and he was a little drunk. He finally had the confidence to speak: "Hanchen, if you want to drink, I will drink with you. You

Don't be silent like this."

Zhao Hanchen's eyes swept over him coolly, and he paused while holding the drink in his hand, and said, "That's what you're talking about? What? Are you afraid that I'll go crazy when I get drunk?"

"What you said, you can drink if you want to get drunk. I don't have anything else here, so I still have enough wine." Zhao Ximo sighed, lowered his voice, and sincerely persuaded: "Hanchen, for a

There is no need for women to make such a fuss."

He and Zhao Hanchen have known each other for too long, and they can already tell that he is not in a normal mood at the moment.

That's right, no one can feel comfortable watching their ex-girlfriend and their best friend kiss.

"Don't talk to me about this. If you really treat me as a brother, call Zhou Jingwei over!"

Zhao Hanchen squinted his eyes, stepped up on the low table with long legs, held the hem of Zhao Ximo's clothes with one hand, and said: "You obviously knew Zhou Jingwei's thoughts a long time ago, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Ximo did feel guilty, but he still explained: "I'm only half a day ahead of you, Han Shen. You and Jing Wei are both my friends. It's hard for me to do this, and it's also very difficult for me."

He held Zhao Hanchen's hand and said in a sincere tone: "I have helped you persuade Jing Wei to come over. You two have a good talk. We are all adults. We all need to be decent and don't make it too ugly, okay?"

"Who doesn't want dignity first? Is it me who doesn't want it first?" Zhao Hanchen's tone became more and more throbbing, his face flushed, and his eyes were scarlet as he shouted: "Zhou Jingwei is really not a fucking thing, there is such a thing in this world

You girl, why does he have to look at Cheng Weiyue!"

When Zhou Jingwei walked to the door, he heard these words.

He held a cigarette between his fingertips. The cigarette was half-burned, and he was standing in the backlight, with a little scarlet firelight.

Why?

There is no reason for the word love. It is just his obsession, wishful thinking, and unwillingness to repent.

He brought the cigarette to his lips, took a deep breath, and said in a cold and calm tone: "Let go of Ximo."

Zhao Ximo and Zhao Hanchen both looked at the man at the door.

Zhou Jingwei walked in calmly under the complicated gaze of everyone.

After Zhao Hanchen saw Zhou Jingwei, the already suppressed anger seemed to be ignited by fuel, making it completely difficult to control.

He let go of Zhao Ximo and walked quickly towards Zhou Jingwei.

"Damn you!" He said and punched directly.

Zhou Jingwei did not hide and was hit and turned his head away.

With an expressionless expression, he touched the tip of his tongue to his cheek and tasted the light smell of blood.

Except for Li Zhao, Gu Fanan and Zhao Ximo, no one else dared to care.

The only three people who dared to take care of it were too shocked by this sudden scene to react.

No one thought that the situation would be so serious. The business cooperation between the Zhao family and the Zhou family for so many years is actually, to some extent, a bond that is closer than family ties.

If before, there were still people speculating on Cheng Weiyue's importance in Zhao Hanchen's heart, then now, the answer is completely known.

Young Master Zhao has had such smooth sailing for so many years. The current situation is all about love without even realizing it.

How regretful it will be once you completely come back to your senses.

Zhou Jingwei slowly turned his head and said nothing, but slightly adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Zhao Hanchen's hand hanging by his side was trembling, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you still a fucking human being?"

"If you don't feel relieved, you can hit me again. I won't fight back." His voice was flat and clean, without any fluctuation.

Zhao Hanchen felt as if he had been punched in cotton. It was really boring.

The veins on his forehead twitched and he said, "Do you think I don't dare?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the same punch landed on the same side of the face.

The muffled sound from the fist to the flesh makes one's scalp numb.

This time, Zhao Ximo finally reacted. When Zhao Hanchen wanted to raise his hand to hit Zhou Jingwei again, he grabbed his arm and said, "Hanchen, there are so many people here, don't go too far."

"You fucking let me go! I must say this today."

Zhou Jingwei tasted the smell of blood on his tongue.

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his lips, and unsurprisingly he touched blood. His skin was cold white, and the blood stains on his lips were eye-catching.

He wiped it a little.

"Ximo, please let go of Zhao Hanchen," Zhou Jingwei looked at Zhao Hanchen's face that was flushed with anger. His clear and gentle face remained as calm as ever, and he said in a straightforward tone: "Today's tone, I let him

out."

But Zhao Hanchen regained some sense.

He cannot completely break up with Zhou Jingwei. The Zhou family has been deeply entrenched in politics for generations, and its power in Jingcheng cannot be underestimated.

Zhou Jingwei is the only heir of the Zhou family, and he will return to the Zhou family sooner or later. If there is a falling out, it may not be good.

He took a deep breath, and the air sucked into his lungs made his chest hurt like needles.

The strength on his arm gradually relaxed, and his cold voice said: "Let go, I won't hit him anymore, I'm tired."

Zhao Ximo breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Zhao Hanchen's arm, and hurriedly walked towards Zhou Jingwei.

He lowered his voice and said, "Jing Wei, I'll take you to the side to deal with it."

If such an injury is left untreated, sitting here all night will probably only create a lot of jokes.

Yuxian has specialized doctors to deal with various emergencies. Zhou Jingwei sat in Zhao Ximo's private office and let the doctor take care of the wound on the corner of his lip.

There was a lot of blood, and a piece of skin was scratched on his cheek.

Zhao Ximo didn't expect it to be so serious. After all, looking at Zhou Jingwei's appearance at that time, it seemed as if he had just suffered a minor injury.

So when Zhao Ximo saw the whole piece of blood-stained gauze that the doctor put on the tray, he felt the same and touched his face.

How painful this must be.

Zhou Jingwei didn't even frown from the beginning to the end, and just calmly let the doctor handle it.

"The bleeding has stopped. If you have a skin injury, apply some of this blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine before going to bed. The bruises will be gone tomorrow. Eat a lighter diet this week and don't smoke or drink."

After the doctor finished giving instructions, he saw Zhou Jingwei nodded lightly, then looked at Zhao Ximo who was standing aside and said, "Mr. Zhao, I'm going out first."

After the person left, Zhao Ximo frowned.

He looked at the bloody scab on the corner of Zhou Jingwei's lips and was a little puzzled: "Why don't you fight back? Even if you don't fight back, you should hide for a while!"

Who is Zhou Jingwei?

He looks like a casual and elegant person, but in his heart he spends his money more than anyone else. Who can benefit from him?

If it was said that Zhao Hanchen's conscience was disturbed, Zhao Ximo would not believe it.

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