I know I was wrong

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Cheng Weiyue felt a terrible headache as a result of being exposed to the rain for a long time.

She didn't struggle anymore and said yes obediently.

Later, Zhou Jingwei carried her down the mountain, and the rain hit the two of them, making them extremely cold.

Zhou Jingwei used his body to shield her from the wind and rain, and from time to time he bent down and pressed his face against her forehead, feeling her skin burning hot.

The anxiety in his brows and eyes was real: "Yueyue, hold on a little longer."

Cheng Weiyue didn't know if she heard him, but she just squeezed his collar tightly with her hands, her posture nostalgic.

After people have experienced great dangers and dangers, they will always be afraid.

The person who arrived earlier than the police was Zhou Jingwei.

This thought was like a signal, telling her that Zhou Jingwei was omnipotent.

The moment he appeared, it was like a long sunny day after a heavy rain, full of hope and warmth.

So much so that she could feel at ease even in such a difficult situation.

Only Zhou Jingwei can make Cheng Weiyue feel at ease...

The rain shows no signs of letting up.

When Zhou Jingwei returned to the B&B with Cheng Weiyue, who had fallen asleep, she saw Zhao Hanchen standing at the front desk.

He was wearing a smart suit, with cold eyebrows, his slender fingers resting on the counter, and his body leaning forward slightly.

In terms of body language expression, it is a very urgent gesture.

He was negotiating with the clerk, and his tone was audible: "I just want to know where Cheng Weiyue went? Is there anything I can't tell you?"

"Sir, I'm really sorry. Our B&B has no way of telling you the client's itinerary, and it's raining so hard outside now, so it's better for you not to wander around."

The clerk was a young girl who came to work part-time, and she was almost scared to tears by Zhao Hanchen's aura.

She has never seen a man with such a strong aura and such a bad temper.

Zhou Jingwei pushed the door open and walked in. The thick glass door hit the wind chime on the eaves and made a crisp sound, successfully attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

Cai Ancheng also came in from outside and hurriedly followed Zhou Jingwei, saying: "Zhou Lu, I have contacted the doctor from the nearby hospital and he will be here in ten minutes."

Zhao Hanchen couldn't hide his fear when he looked at Cheng Weiyue, who was in a mess and pale face in Zhou Jingwei's arms.

He looked away and couldn't help but stare at Zhou Jingwei's collar for a long time.

Cheng Weiyue's palm was injured. She pinched Zhou Jingwei's collar along the way, leaving a strong and dazzling red color on it.

He looked at Zhou Jingwei again, words of rebuke welling up in his throat. He couldn't hold back and blurted out: "Is this what you said about loving her? Is this how you love her? Zhou Jingwei, when Weiyue was by my side, I never let her

Got a little hurt!"

The questioning tone was heard.

Zhou Jingwei just frowned and said in a light voice: "Get out of the way."

"Are you guilty?" Zhao Hanchen sneered.

Zhou Jingwei didn't want to pay attention to him and wanted to leave as soon as he got past him. He was in a bad mood and didn't have any extra patience to calm Zhao Hanchen's mood.

However, the latter didn't know how to praise, so he still came to the elevator and wanted to go up with Zhou Jingwei: "I don't believe you can take good care of her, I want to go up with you."

Because he was afraid that the rain would block his vision, Zhou Jingwei had already taken off his glasses.

In fact, his eyebrows have nothing to do with the word "gentle and elegant". Instead, they can be said to be oppressive.

At this time, he glanced at Zhao Hanchen expressionlessly, and as the elevator climbed up, he said without any emotion: "Zhao Hanchen, do you know what it means to do the right thing at the right time?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Hanchen's expression changed.

"It means that Weiyue has nothing to do with you now. It doesn't make any sense for you to come all the way here. I don't need to explain to you whether I am good to Weiyue or not. I only need to explain to her alone."

What he said was indifferent and conclusive, and when he listened carefully, he felt a bit disgusted.

Zhao Hanchen's face was as dark as water, and he was choked for a long time and couldn't say a word.

When Qin Shi came out of the elevator, he ignored Zhao Hanchen who was following behind him, walked to Cheng Weiyue's room, opened the door, and then closed the door with a bang.

Zhao Hanchen stood there, looking at the door that was closed in front of him, and his breathing became heavier.

For a long time, he slid slumped along the wall and sat on the ground. Even his rich clothes could not hide his underlying powerlessness.

There are no setbacks in Zhao Hanchen's life. His biggest setback when he was young was his failure to fall in love with Qiao Jingxue.

Later on, whether he was playing games in love or strategizing at the negotiation table, he was the most energetic one.

How can you not feel high-spirited?

Whatever he wants, there are always countless people vying to give it to him.

His life is really perfect.

If it weren't for Cheng Weiyue...

He didn't even know that he would go crazy and travel across two cities in the middle of the night for a woman, just to take a look at her.

But she didn't even know that she was lying in the arms of another man, fragile and docile.

She seemed to really trust Zhou Jingwei.

But why?

How long have they known each other? Where did they come from such deep-seated love? It must be you.

I don't want to believe it.

But now, with everything before his eyes, he seemed to have no choice but to believe it.

The environment of the B&B is really not that good. From the corridor, you can smell the heavy rain outside the window mixed with the smell of the wooden floor, which is rotten and withered.

Zhao Hanchen put the back of his hand over his eyes to block the dim light from the ceiling.

It seemed like something warm came out of his eyes and wet the back of his hands.

He spoke in a low voice, his voice indescribably weak.

He said: "Ning Ning, I know I was wrong."

I know I was wrong, so, can you come back...

Zhou Jingwei was afraid that the bed would get wet, so he placed Cheng Weiyue at the end of the bed and turned on the heater in the room.

This air conditioner is probably very old, and the carrier whirrs, making the sound as loud as a blower.

Zhou Jingwei's eyes fell on Cheng Weiyue's blood-stained hands, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Cheng Weiyue gained some consciousness at this time, woke up slowly, looked at Zhou Jingwei who seemed to be leaving, called his name, and asked him aggrievedly if he was leaving.

She didn't even know she was crying.

She was not feeling well, and at such a young age, she had not officially graduated from college yet, so it was inevitable that she would be a little squeamish.

Zhou Jingwei walked back, wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his index finger, and coaxed patiently: "You don't have to leave. I'll get you some hot water. You must take a bath, so you don't catch a cold."

Cheng Weiyue's face gradually turned red.

Air conditioning, heating and humid air create an ambiguous atmosphere.

Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhou Jingwei, but her eyes evaded: "I'll wash it myself."
Chapter completed!