He saw Cheng Weiyue raising her face and smiling at Zhou Jingwei, her eyes bright and filled with unconscious dependence: "Can you teach me how to raise her? I'll tell my mother when I go back."

Zhou Jingwei said yes and handed her the teacup in his hand: "Drink some water first."

The teacup that was handed over had a light green color and was carved from a single piece of fine jade.

Ge Jingcheng's father liked to appreciate jade, and there was no shortage of high-quality jade in his home, but it was rare to find a piece of jade as good as the one in front of him.

And this is just regarded as an ordinary teacup.

Ge Jingcheng felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness.

What kind of life can he give Cheng Weiyue? In fact, he can't give anything.

He subconsciously put his hand into his pocket. There was a small gift box inside, which was the gift he originally wanted to give to Cheng Weiyue.

Now it seems that there is no need to send it out.

"It's getting late, do you want your classmate to go have a rest? I see that he is still injured on his face, and sitting here is not conducive to the recovery of the wound."

Zhou Jingwei spoke very carefully and thoughtfully.

Cheng Weiyue thought it made sense and quickly said: "Then I'll send him to rest."

Zhou Jingwei smiled softly and said in a gentle tone: "Yueyue, do you know where the room is? I'll send him there."

He paused, looked at Cheng Weiyue's somewhat reserved face, and spoke softer: "Wait for me here, okay?"

The office was opened recently by Zhou Jingwei when he returned to Jingcheng. The furnishings inside are very new, including the guest rooms.

Two equally tall men stood in the elevator, and the numbers on the display screen jumped up.

"Sorry to trouble Mr. Zhou tonight, I will pay you the room fee."

Ge Jingcheng's low voice broke the dead silence in the elevator.

Zhou Jingwei turned her head to look at him, her clear and elegant eyes had deep and beautiful arcs, but they were lazy and indifferent, without any human touch.

But he smiled lightly, and his tone was polite and kind: "You are Weiyue's classmate, you don't need to be so polite."

"Mr. Zhou..." Ge Jingcheng's eyes twitched. He clenched his fists and took the initiative to speak, asking very straightforwardly: "You...do you like Cheng Weiyue?"

"Of course." A very concise and clear answer.

Ge Jingcheng's face turned a little paler, and he didn't know which one was more unwilling or powerless.

As the elevator dinged and opened, Zhou Jingwei walked out first and entered his fingerprint on the electronic lock.

"The temporary password is today's date." After Zhou Jingwei finished speaking, he passed over Ge Jingcheng who was standing behind him and planned to leave.

"I know you people are powerful, I can't compete with you." Ge Jingcheng suddenly spoke, stopping Zhou Jingwei's steps, his throat rolled rapidly, and his rough voice said: "But Weiyue is not the kind of person who dislikes poverty.

A girl who loves wealth, if she doesn’t like you, she just doesn’t like you.”

Zhou Jingwei knew that Cheng Weiyue didn't like him, but how could he allow others to be so provocative in front of him?

After so many years, he couldn't remember the last time someone spoke rudely in front of him.

The Young Master of the Zhou family was born noble, and he was only a little more violent and ruthless than Zhao Hanchen.

There are some things that only Cheng Weiyue can say, and no one else can.

Zhou Jingwei paused, with a cold smile. He did not look back, his voice was calm and indifferent, with a hint of almost inaudible contempt: "When you are qualified to sit at the same negotiating table with me, you can tell me again.

Such words."

Ge Jingcheng stood there, his heart beating like a pounding.

What is humiliation?

That's about it at this moment.

He pulled his hair with a pale face, slid along the wall and sat on the ground...

Cheng Weiyue was actually very sleepy. When Zhou Jingwei came back, she was already huddled on the sofa beside her, with her hands on the armrests of the sofa, looking drowsy.

The sound of Zhou Jingwei opening the door woke her up, and she reluctantly opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with moisture, harmless and innocent like a deer.

"Zhou Jingwei, you are back..."

She didn't know how lethal her words were, and Zhou Jingwei's hand on the door handrail tightened unconsciously.

He lowered his eyes, concealing his excessively dark eyes, and walked up to Cheng Weiyue.

He suddenly realized that Cheng Weiyue was a bright moon, and besides him, there were many, many people who coveted her.

But how could he, Zhou Jingwei, allow others to see even a tiny bit of the person he loved?

Cheng Weiyue unconsciously raised her head to look at him, holding the corners of the sofa with her little hands, and asked him: "Where will I sleep today?"

Zhou Jingwei sighed and squatted down: "Isn't your neck sore when you hold your head up like this?"

"Not sore, okay...just very sleepy."

"There are no free rooms in the office," Zhou Jingwei pulled the blanket aside and covered Cheng Weiyue: "I'll take you to sleep somewhere else, okay?"

Cheng Weiyue became more awake: "Where to go?"

Zhou Jingwei said: "Go to my house."

Cheng Weiyue was completely awake, but before she had time to say her rejection, Zhou Jingwei had already added: "I was recently looking at Jingxing's prospectus about the city center land planning. The prospectus is at my house. If you don't mind,

When you wake up tomorrow, I will show it to you."

Cheng Weiyue stuttered in confusion: "Take...bring it here and show it to me...can you?"

Zhou Jingwei looked at her timid look, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said with a faint smile, "I have a business trip tomorrow and don't have time to come to the office."

"I can...I can come here by myself."

"Weiyue," Zhou Jingwei put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, touching the latter's fingertips vaguely: "I am a lawyer, and I will not break the law knowingly."

He had a good sense of proportion, pressing forward step by step but not aggressively, and he used bait that she couldn't refuse.

Cheng Weiyue acquiesced.

This is Cheng Weiyue's second visit to Zhou Jingwei's residence. The name "Xiangshan Palace" indicates the high housing prices here.

Zhou Jingwei's villa occupies the best location. There is a large private artificial lake at the door. On the artificial lake is the orchid pavilion and pavilion.

The car went around the artificial lake and gardens and parked in the garage.

There are only two cars in the garage, a Cullinan and a supercar.

Cheng Weiyue got out of the car, glanced at the seven or eight empty parking spaces in the garage, and said casually: "I thought you would put a lot of cars in the garage."

"I'm not interested in cars," Zhou Jingwei continued after the muffled sound of the car being locked, "I played with it when I was young, and then all those cars were given away."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Weiyue beside him: "Do you like it?"

Cheng Weiyue quickly shook her head: "No...no, I don't like it."

Zhou Jingwei smiled, slowed down to accommodate Cheng Weiyue's pace, and seemed to ask casually: "What do you like?"

Cheng Weiyue's steps were a little panicked. She lowered her head and looked at the tips of her shoes, her ears red: "I don't know..."
Chapter completed!