deliberate kiss

Chapter 13 Give Me a Flower

"Ask Zhao Hanshen to take it." He paused, then spoke again, his tone tinged with a smile: "Why do you call me Mr. Zhou again?"

Embarrassed, Cheng Weiyue brought the phone closer to her ear, and she said seriously and softly on the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, I rarely call the opposite sex's name like this."

The little girl's voice was soft and soft, which made Zhou Jingwei's heart soften inch by inch.

Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyes, resting his fingers on the steering wheel, with a lazy and dignified posture.

He smiled brightly, and his voice was very gentle: "It's okay, if you're not used to it, you can shout whatever you want."

The street is not doing well, and many shops are closed.

Cheng Weiyue's hands holding the vase were a little sore, she squatted under the closed shop beside her, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingwei said no thanks, and asked her for the location, only to find that it was next to his office.

What a coincidence.

Not long after he drove out, he saw Cheng Weiyue squatting on the side of the street, looking into the distance with clean eyes.

Zhou Jingwei didn't know what she was looking at, but just felt that those eyes looked and looked like this, as if they were filled with water vapor, just like that, pouring water into his heart.

Can't tell what it feels like.

Very sour.

Cheng Weiyue has already ridden in Zhou Jingwei's car once.She got up holding the vase and walked towards him, the flower was bouncing in her hand, Zhou Jingwei was afraid that it would fall out.

He parked the car on the side of the road and opened the door for her. The latter smiled obediently and bent over and sat in.

"Isn't it convenient to hold things?" Zhou Jingwei's voice was light, and while speaking, he pulled the seat belt aside and fastened it for her.

Half of his body was almost leaning over, maintaining a close distance. The aroma of cedar and Chen Tan on his body made his temperament more mature and stable.

It smells good.

The moment he straightened up, Cheng Weiyue asked him: "Mr. Zhou, what kind of perfume do you use?"

Zhou Jingwei put his hands on the car door, and the movement of closing the door stopped, and the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showed a few smiles: "What do you ask this for?"

Cheng Weiyue said without hesitation, "October is Han Shen's birthday, I want to give him a birthday present."

Zhou Jingwei pursed his lips almost invisibly, and then returned to that casual look: "I didn't pay much attention, I'll tell you next time."

The car started, and the scent of flowers lingered in the air.

Zhou Jingwei glanced at the flowers in Cheng Weiyue's arms, and asked casually, "Why did you sit by the roadside with flowers alone just now?"

Cheng Weiyue thought of the dispute just now, and sighed: "I had a fight with my mother."

Seeing her listless look, Zhou Jingwei didn't ask any further questions.

And Cheng Weiyue felt melancholy for a while, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhou, your umbrella is still at my house, I will go home and bring you the umbrella, and put the flowers away by the way."

"it is good."

It's hard to worry about her.

Cheng Weiyue's home is not far from here, Zhou Jingwei parked the car in a park not far away.

He has a sense of proportion that is unique to a mature man, and he is well-mannered.

He said: "There are many people at the entrance of the hutong during the daytime, and the car parked there is too conspicuous. If I come here next time, I will change to a Volkswagen."

Cheng Weiyue had never met a man like Zhou Jingwei before, who took care of everything so that no one could make a mistake.

She smiled sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, I'll just go there by myself, just wait for me."

When Cheng Weiyue pushed the door to go out, Zhou Jingwei called her to stop.

His eyes fell on the vase in her arms, and he chuckled softly: "The flowers are very beautiful, can you give me one?"

Cheng Weiyue was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Yes."

Zhou Jingwei picked a magnolia flower, and there was still clear juice oozing from the rhizome, which was fresh and plump.

He looked at Cheng Weiyue's receding back, playing with the slender flower branches in his hands, and put them aside until her figure receded.

He dialed Zhao Hanchen's phone number.

At that time, Zhao Hanshen had just come out of the Qin Group, and the young son of the Qin family, Qin He, was indeed very difficult to get along with, as if he had the heart of a businessman.

He didn't know where to find out about the termination of cooperation between Zhou Jingwei and him, and he was afraid that the trouble would not be thorough, and he wished he could squeeze every profit.

For such a gentle and harmless person, his inner black heart is probably comparable to his own.

Zhao Hanshen was in a bad mood, and when he saw Zhou Jingwei's phone call, his mood was even worse.

He answered the phone with a cold face, and said in a bad tone: "Called here specifically to make fun of me for not being successful?"

Zhou Jingwei held the steering wheel with one hand, tapped his fingertips casually, and said slowly: "Did you tell Weiyue about the demolition of Tinglan Hutong?"

Zhao Han frowned deeply, "Is there anything I need to tell her? This is the decision of Jingxing's senior management, not my own idea."

This is said indifferently, but also straightforwardly.

Zhou Jingwei nodded slightly: "I see."

"What do you know?" Zhao Hanchen became a little impatient. He bent over to get into the Bentley, pulling on the tie with one hand, "Jing Wei, we grew up together, is there anything you can't say directly?"

After a short silence, Zhou Jingwei said softly: "I asked Weiyue to have dinner together."

Zhao Han's hand holding the tie stopped, his face sinking like water: "Weiyue sent me a text message, eat as soon as you eat, don't tell her that this alley is going to be demolished."

"Are you guilty?"

"Why should I be guilty? It's you." Zhao Han sneered, "You really have the heart of Sima Zhao! In order to make me give up this land, you put your mind on Weiyue?"

That's how he understands it?
Zhou Jingwei didn't explain, but said kindly: "Give this land to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family will bear all the losses. This is your best choice."

Zhao Hanchen felt that his breathing was a bit difficult.

He pulled his tie aside, breathed slightly and unbuttoned his collar, with a look of anger in his eyes: "What do you mean? Threatening me?"

Zhou Jingwei remained silent.

Zhao Han's voice was cold and cold: "Don't worry, I will explain this matter to Weiyue myself, I have no intention of keeping it a secret!"

"Since you will explain to her yourself, I will not be a villain in vain." Zhou Jingwei got the answer, paused, and then said: "Don't worry, I promise you not to say it for the time being."

Zhao Han felt relieved.

"Isn't it over if you say that earlier?" He leaned back on the car seat and asked lazily, "What are you and Weiyue going to eat tonight? She is allergic to alcohol, please be careful."

"Ah."

Zhao Han squeezed his brows deeply: "Weiyue will start an internship soon. If there is a vacancy in your office, arrange a position for her. I can rest assured that she is with you."

Zhou Jingwei's eyes were slightly closed, and a dark light flashed across. The next moment, he said nonchalantly, "Okay."

Zhao Hanchen hung up the phone, thinking about what Zhou Jingwei said just now.

Will Cheng Weiyue blame herself?

She is so good, she should be able to understand her.

(End of this chapter)