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

At this time, she raised her head when she heard the words, a little shaken: "Would it be too much trouble for you? I live far away, I can ask Han Chen to come over..."

"He should have something to do tonight," Zhou Jingwei pointed to her cell phone and said in a calm voice, "You have been calling for so long and he hasn't answered the call. He probably won't be able to get away. It won't be troublesome for me to take you back. You're on your way."

Cheng Weiyue bit her lip and couldn't find any reason to refuse.

Zhou Jingwei asked his assistant to park the car in the underground garage in advance. It was windy at night, so he asked Cheng Weiyue to stand in the lobby and wait.

Not long after, Cheng Weiyue saw a Cullinan SUV parked directly in front.

The license plate had a serial number of seven, which looked familiar to her.

Zhou Jingwei stopped the car, stepped out of the driver's seat, and opened the passenger door for Cheng Weiyue.

After the car door closed, Zhou Jingwei leaned over and fastened her seat belt for her, saying in a clear and lazy voice: "Remember to fasten your seat belt when riding in the car from now on."

The sense of proportion is to the extreme, just outside Cheng Weiyue's bottom line.

The moment he came closer, the warm aroma of agarwood enveloped her, and she blinked unnaturally.

The perfume on him smells very good, with the smell of cedar and thyme, and the aftertaste is agarwood. This is a lazy, cold fragrance without any aggression.

Just like Zhou Jingwei, he behaves appropriately and has nothing to criticize.

When Cheng Weiyue saw him for the first time, she felt that he was polite, distant, and unattainable.

It's just that in the closed dark space, the sense of distance is diluted, and there is an indescribable sense of oppression.

But Zhou Jingwei didn't make any extra moves. After buckling his seat belt, he retracted his hand and opened the distance between the two.

The feeling of oppression and danger just now was like an illusion.

The car started, and Cheng Weiyue heard him ask: "Weiyue, where do you live?"

Cheng Weiyue covered her mind and whispered: "Tinglan Hutong."

Zhou Jingwei's hand holding the steering wheel paused, his finger bones tightening slightly.

But soon, he concealed his emotions calmly and changed the subject: "I heard Zhao Hanchen say, Weiyue, you are from Beijing University."

"Yes," Cheng Weiyue smiled sheepishly, "but I'm not good at reading. I'm an art student."

Compared with those top scorers, the college entrance examination scores that barely passed the key points really pale in comparison.

But Zhou Jingwei looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Whether you are good at studying is not just based on the college entrance examination results. All aspects of a person are important. In my opinion, Weiyue is very good."

Who doesn't like nice words? The little girl looked at him with bright eyes, as if mixed with little stars.

For a moment, Zhou Jingwei wanted to kiss her eyes.

The disciple Meng Lang.

He scolded himself in his mind and calmly calmed down his emotions.

He slowly returned his gaze, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the car turned to the right.

He seemed to say casually: "What major is Weiyue studying?"

"Film and television director."

"So, are you interested in photography?"

Girls in the art department have a high probability of liking photography, not to mention that this is a skill related to Cheng Weiyue's major.

Cheng Weiyue nodded and smiled a little shyly: "I like it, but compared with my classmates in the photography department, I am not professional enough and only know a little bit."

"My law firm recently took on a case related to cultural relics, and there is a photography internship position open. If you don't mind, you can come and apply." Zhou Jingwei paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "

But I don’t guarantee you will be selected.”

Cheng Weiyue was not sure: "Can I do it?"

The car had stopped at the entrance of Tinglan Hutong, and the drizzle was falling on the street.

The dim light from the street lights outside fell on Zhou Jingwei's face, casting beautiful shadows.

"Weiyue, I won't open a back door for you, nor will I help you prepare for any interview. You can rely on your own ability to do the interview, just treat it as...an exercise."

When he said this, he looked at her deeply through the thin lenses, and he said with determination: "You have to believe that you are excellent, of course you can do the job. Weiyue, I admire you very much."

With such a high evaluation, Cheng Weiyue didn't know what to say for a while. She just said: "I want to think about it first."

"Don't worry, this is just a suggestion. You can go home and consider it slowly." Zhou Jingwei paused and then said: "It's raining outside, I'll get you an umbrella."

He took out an umbrella from the trunk and gave it to her. At the same time, he placed an ink business card in her palm.

Cheng Weiyue didn't dare to look at it. She carefully held it in her hand and whispered her thanks.

"You're welcome," Zhou Jingwei said with a careless smile and said, "pay me back next time."

Cheng Weiyue nodded and walked towards the depths of the alley.

She had only taken two steps when her vision suddenly became brighter.

She turned her head in surprise and saw Zhou Jingwei sitting in the car. The Cullinan SUV had its high beams on in the night, illuminating the road brightly and clearly.

Cheng Weiyue was grateful for his attentiveness and smiled at him.

The latter seemed to have a leisurely and calm expression, and their eyes only interacted for a moment.

It wasn't until the girl's figure disappeared from sight that Zhou Jingwei slowly raised his hand and placed it on his heart.

Are you on your way? Their residences are in the south and north of the city respectively, three hours apart.

It was just that he made up the route because he wanted to talk to her more.

He was far from as calm as he appeared.

The moment Cheng Weiyue turned around and smiled at herself, the daylight made her whole body seem to be enveloped in a layer of white mist, beautifully distorted.

At that moment Zhou Jingwei looked at her silently, unable to even react.

He just heard someone say in his ear over and over again: "Look, this was originally the rib on your body."

He took out a cigarette and smoked it quietly, his posture was dignified and elegant.

After a long while, he blew out a puff of smoke and laughed softly.

He couldn't let it go anyway, no matter what he did.

He admits it.

...

Zhao Hanchen has a private villa on the outskirts of Jingcheng, and only Qiao Jingxue knows about it.

In fact, Zhao Hanchen has not seen Qiao Jingxue for a long time. After she married Zhou Siheng, the two almost lost contact.

This time Qiao Jingxue took the initiative to contact Zhao Hanchen and found it difficult to calm down.

Is she living an unhappy life?

Did Zhou Siheng treat her badly?

These thoughts shouldn't happen, but they just can't go away.

But at this time, when Qiao Jingxue stood in front of him, with red eyes and a look of grievance on his face, he could no longer control all his emotions.

He got off the car and walked quickly towards the charming and delicate woman in the rainy night. His voice was a little hoarse: "Are you unhappy?"

?? Those who want to send you home, the southeast, north and south are all walking.

? The person who wants to eat with you likes to eat both sweet and bitter.

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Chapter completed!