It was precisely because of this that she was stunned for a while before she lowered her eyes and responded to Zhao Hanchen's words: "Okay."

He is so well-behaved.

Zhao Hanchen was very satisfied, touched her hair and praised her: "Ning Ning is so good, go."

Cheng Weiyue left now.

Zhou Jingwei, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes pressed down, and it was dark.

He is a lawyer and has an ability to observe people's personality and true inner thoughts beyond ordinary people.

He could see that she was not happy.

Zhao Hanchen didn't take good care of her, right?

This idea is poison, and the heart and mouth feels like sulfuric acid is poured on.

For a moment, Zhou Jingwei wanted to call Cheng Weiyue.

He wanted to ask her: "Are you unhappy?"

But it is too far beyond the rules and too abrupt.

She doesn't even know herself.

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead quietly with his fingers.

Zhao Hanchen had already sat down opposite him. His smile was full of energy and he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Zhou Jingwei: "She is Cheng Weiyue, and she is my girlfriend."

Weiyue...

Weiyue...

The name sounds really nice.

Zhou Jingwei stopped and slowly lowered his movements. When he raised his head, he held the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

A series of small actions finally concealed the truest emotions in my heart.

He did not answer Zhao Hanchen, but just threw the documents in front of Zhao Hanchen.

Zhao Hanchen did not notice anything unusual, and did not feel surprised by Zhou Jingwei's silence.

He knew that Zhou Jingwei had always had no interest in women.

So he just shrugged and snatched the documents on the table and looked them out.

Zhao Hanchen looked at the content before, his expression was still gentle. Until he turned to the last page, his expression became more exploratory and interesting: "Why is this risk assessment so high? Jing Wei, you are not going to kill me, right?"

Zhou Jingwei still looked lazy and cold. He picked the corners of his lips and said lightly: "If you think it's expensive, you can find someone else."

When I asked Zhou Jingwei to be a legal counsel, the cost of a case was already close to nine digits. Such delays and delays really cost money every minute and every second.

"No, if you don't have to worry about others, this land and scenic star must be transformed, and there can't be a little bit of a mistake. Otherwise, I, as the president, would be unable to sit steadily."

Zhao Hanchen shook his head when he said this, sighing as if it were real or fake, and his phoenix eyes were mixed with some sarcastic smiles: "If it were you, I wouldn't go back to take over the Zhou family. I will make money by myself and spend it myself. It's much better than serving those old men."

Zhou Jingwei smiled but said nothing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

When the chat was almost over, Zhao Hanchen took out a cigarette from his suit pocket: "Come on one?"

Zhou Jingwei looked at the complicated patterns on the cigarette box and retracted his gaze, "This cigarette is too strong, and smoking too much is not good for the lungs."

Zhao Hanchen smiled even deeper. He bent down, took out a pack of cigarette from under the mezzanine on the table, and threw it in front of Zhou Jingwei: "I know you can't use it, so I specially prepared what you usually smoke."

White paper shell with sketches of tobacco leaves.

The two lit the smoke tacitly.

Zhao Hanchen lit the ash in the ashtray, sat back on the sofa, took a deep breath, and said, "Have you ever returned to the Zhou family after you return to China? Uncle Zhou misses you very much, so is your cousin."

Zhou Jingwei slowly exhaled smoke, and his face was indescribable and scattered through the light smoke.

He said slowly: "You want to ask my cousin, or my cousin's wife?"

Zhou Jingwei's cousin Zhou Siheng married Qiao Jingxue, the only daughter of the Qiao family.

That was Zhao Hanchen's first love.

Zhao Hanchen's hand holding the cigarette froze, and then handed it to his lips as if nothing had happened, laughing at himself: "Beijing Wei, people are hard to deal with."

It actually has a bit of helplessness.

Zhou Jingwei couldn't help but think of Cheng Weiyue who was standing at the door of the reception room just now.

She looks so simple and stubbornly likes the man in front of her.

The cigarette at his fingertips burned to the end, and Zhou Jingwei used his hand to squeeze it, and the pain calmed him a lot.

His tone was deep, with a warning: "Zhao Hanchen, people must learn to be content."

Zhao Hanchen rarely heard Zhou Jingwei say this.

The man in front of him was always careless and seemed to care nothing. But today, he seemed a little angry.

Zhao Han was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ye Cheng at the door noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so he quickly smoothed out: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhou, I think the time is almost over. You two can go to Yipinju for dinner."

Zhao Hanchen smiled and said, "Yes, Yipinju has served several new dishes in the past two years. Weiyue loves it very much. You can try it later."

Zhou Jingwei didn't care much about what he had eaten, but the saying "Weiyue loves to eat" in Zhao Hanchen made the string in his heart gently pluck.

He smiled casually, reached out to support the frame: "Then let's go there together."

Seeing that his attitude was changing, Zhao Hanchen was naturally happy to see it accomplished and smiled and said, "Success, I'll drive."

In Yipinju's luxurious private room, Cheng Weiyue ordered a few Hong Kong-style refreshments he liked, and Zhao Hanchen liked spicy food, so he ordered a few spicy dishes.

The food was served, and Cheng Weiyue calculated that the two of them should have been dealt with almost the same business, so she called Zhao Hanchen.

When Cheng Weiyue called, Zhao Hanchen was driving. He just glanced at the phone beside him and said to Zhou Jingwei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Weiyue called, please help me pick it up."

The mobile phone screen emits a blue light, with the words "Weiyue" and a string of phone numbers displayed on it.

Zhou Jingwei's eyes were stuck in the string of numbers for a while before he connected the phone and pressed hands-free.

Cheng Weiyue's speech was the tone of a woman in Jiangnan, and she spoke softly in Wu dialect.

She said: "Han Chen, what do your friends like to eat? I ordered all the food we like, and it's just your friends'."

Zhao Hanchen smiled and said, "I don't know what he likes to eat. Just ask him directly, the phone is in his hands."

Cheng Weiyue remembered the depressed and lazy, poetic and gentle man in the office.

She rarely deals with strangers, let alone such a stunning man.

Zhou Jingwei felt her cramping and spoke considerately: "Hello Miss Cheng, I am Zhao Hanchen's youngest, my surname is Zhou, Zhou Jingwei."

Cheng Weiyue hurriedly said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, my name is Cheng Weiyue, the journey is Cheng, the tiny Wei, the moon of the moon. My father said that I was born on June 15th. Logically speaking, it should be the full moon, but the moon was unexpectedly not very round, so it was called Weiyue, and my father also said..."

She paused, probably because she felt that she was long-winded and silent.

Zhou Jingwei said in a gentle voice: "What else do you say?"

Cheng Weiyue then summarized embarrassedly: "My father said that the little moon on June 15th is unique."

The little girl was nervous, so she wanted to tell herself about her birth date, fearing that she would be negligent.
Chapter completed!