Everyone has their own concerns

He took the initiative to tie up her hair, and his low and hoarse voice fell in Cheng Weiyue's ear, with a hint of warning: "Jing Wei is mysophobic, he might mind if you wear your hair down. Don't make any mistakes in tonight's dinner."

Cheng Weiyue's eyes widened in surprise, and then she felt guilty. She pursed her lips and said in an apologetic tone: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter," Zhao Hanchen's smile became more genuine and he said matter-of-factly: "He has had difficulty speaking since he was a child. It has nothing to do with you."

When Zhou Jingwei walked to the door, he heard this "slander".

He smiled faintly and sat down opposite the two of them. Across the pear wood round table with a large tray, he looked at Zhao Hanchen with a somewhat profound look: "Is it difficult for me to speak?"

Zhao Hanchen put down his hand, touched Cheng Weiyue's ponytail, and smiled harmlessly: "Jing Wei, don't mind, I was just joking."

While he was talking, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Cheng Weiyue sat next to him and saw the word "snow" written on it.

That was the first time Cheng Weiyue saw a look of surprise and panic on Zhao Hanchen's face. It wasn't used for the usual cynicism and violence, it was real panic.

Without saying a word, he stood up quickly and walked out quickly.

Cheng Weiyue looked at his retreating figure, doubts welling up in her heart.

Zhou Jingwei watched Zhao Hanchen walk away calmly, then raised his eyes to look at Cheng Weiyue and said, "It's too unfamiliar to call you Miss Cheng. Can I call you Weiyue?"

Cheng Weiyue didn't expect Zhou Jingwei to say this suddenly. She took her thoughts back, was stunned, and then said: "Of course."

The smile in Zhou Jingwei's eyes grew stronger, but through the glasses, it was not very real.

"Micromoon."

The two words seemed to have been brewing between the lips and teeth for a long time, with a sigh.

He was so serious that Cheng Weiyue didn't know how to react.

Zhou Jingwei looked at the reserved face of the girl in front of him and knew that she was uneasy. He spoke again, in a softer voice, and said, "As courtesy, should you call me Jingwei?"

His voice is really beautiful, lazy and elegant, without any aggression, like a beautiful old dream.

"King... Wei?"

With a sense of temptation and propriety.

Zhou Jingwei's fingertips were slightly curled up, and he couldn't describe what he was feeling.

She just called his name and he was deeply moved.

A waiter walked in with hairy crabs. Cheng Weiyue's eyes were attracted and she said with a smile: "This is the only dish missing, Mr. Zhou...it's your favorite crab, Jingwei."

Zhou Jingwei doesn't like to eat.

But this did not prevent him from accepting the little girl's kindness.

He smiled seductively: "Well, I love eating."

Next to the crabs is a set of eight golden crab pieces. People who eat here are very sophisticated, so they must be used to eat crabs.

Zhou Jingwei served Cheng Weiyue a bowl of soup, turned the tray and moved it in front of her. He explained softly: "Looking at the way Zhao Hanchen looked just now, there must be something urgent. He won't be back for dinner, so we will eat directly.

"

Cheng Weiyue looked at a small bowl of soup in front of her. There was a plump sea cucumber floating in it. It was placed in a blue-bottomed soup bowl. It looked pretty good.

At first glance, the man in front of him was not the kind to serve others. He was so polite to him because of Zhao Hanchen's face.

Therefore, Cheng Weiyue took the small bowl in front of her and said in a good tone: "Thank you."

Zhou Jingwei's eyes darkened.

He didn't speak, but took off his suit jacket and pushed up his shirt sleeves. Then he opened the shell of the hairy crab with his bare hands, took the razor on the side and began to shave the crab meat.

He behaves casually and casually, and with his face that is aloof from the world, he seems to be condescending and condescending.

There was soon a small plate of snow-white crab meat on the small plate. Zhou Jingwei turned the crab meat in front of Cheng Weiyue and said in a voice as light as fog: "I don't like to say thank you."

Cheng Weiyue thought of what Zhao Hanchen said before that this dinner was very important, and she quickly said: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Weiyue," Zhou Jingwei suddenly interrupted her. His eyes were dark ink, so thick that it could not be melted away at night, but Cheng Weiyue saw the gentleness in it.

She heard him say: "You don't need to be so restrained, at least in front of me. I am two years older than Zhao Hanchen and seven years older than you. Seeing you is actually like seeing my little sister.

, you and my little sister are similar in age, and she is usually free and casual in front of me. "

A 28-year-old man with the most superior face and wealth will indeed make young girls feel calm and trustworthy.

Cheng Weiyue is not exempt from vulgarity.

Zhou Jingwei observed her expression, raised the corners of his lips to smile, and outlined a faint arc at the end of his eyes. He said slowly: "Girls of your age should live a happier life, right?"

There are many people around Zhao Hanchen, and Cheng Weiyue has also met these people. They are all people at the top of the Jingcheng pyramid. No matter how friendly and warm they are to her on the surface, from the beginning to the end, she is actually attracted by them.

excluded.

Zhou Jingwei is the only person who is sincere to himself.

He puts himself on a very equal footing for dialogue.

For the next time, neither of them spoke. Zhou Jingwei peeled the crabs for her from beginning to end, while she ate them quietly.

But when the small plate full of crab meat was turned to her for the third time, she said in a sullen voice: "King Wei, this... this is delicious."

Her chopsticks pointed at a small piece of golden-looking crispy pork.

Zhou Jingwei's eyes were filled with smiles, and his voice was soft and gentle: "Okay, let me give it a try."

In fact, it is quite normal for people to like to communicate at the dinner table, because eating is indeed very effective in bringing people closer together.

When Cheng Weiyue touched her stretched belly and looked at the dishes that were still full in front of her, she couldn't help but sigh with distress: "It's a waste if you can't finish it all."

After hearing this, Zhou Jingwei looked at the waiter at the door and motioned for him to come over.

"Excuse me, sir, do you need any help?"

Zhou Jingwei's voice was gentle: "Bring a few packing boxes and pack all these dishes."

Cheng Weiyue looked at him in surprise, and the waiter was also stunned before saying, "Okay, I'll get it for you right now."

After the waiter left, Cheng Weiyue said something different: "I didn't expect... that you would..."

"Want to pack it?" Zhou Jingwei took the suit placed on the back of the chair, "Isn't it good not to waste it?"

Cheng Weiyue's affection for the person in front of her has deepened a lot.

She nodded sincerely: "Excellent."

Zhou Jingwei packed leftovers for the first time in his life, and the waiter followed the two of them carrying the packing box.

"It's not easy to take a taxi at this time. I'll take you back." Zhou Jingwei looked at Cheng Weiyue who was standing aside. The little girl lowered her head and was calling Zhao Hanchen.

She had been on the phone since she walked out of the box, but she never got through.
Chapter completed!