deliberate kiss

Chapter 49 Go to my house

He saw Cheng Weiyue raised her face and smiled at Zhou Jingwei, her eyes were bright, with unconscious dependence: "Can you teach me how to raise her, I'll go back and tell my mother."

Zhou Jingwei said yes, and handed her the teacup in his hand: "Drink some water first."

The teacup handed over had a clear blue color, and was carved from a whole piece of fine jade.

Ge Jingcheng's father likes to appreciate jade wares, and there is no lack of high-quality jade wares in the family, but such a fine jade as the one in front of him is rare.

And this is just regarded as an ordinary teacup.

Ge Jingcheng felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

What kind of life can he give Cheng Weiyue?He can't really give anything.

He subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, and there was a small gift box inside, which was the gift he originally wanted to give Cheng Weiyue.

Now it seems that there is no need to send it out.

"It's getting late, do you want to let your classmate go to rest? I see that he still has injuries on his face, and sitting here is not conducive to the recovery of the wound."

Zhou Jingwei spoke very carefully.

Cheng Weiyue thought it made sense, and quickly said: "Then I'll send him to rest."

Zhou Jingwei smiled softly, and said in a gentle tone, "Does Yueyue know where the room is? I'll take him there."

He paused, looked at Cheng Weiyue's reserved face, and lowered his voice: "Wait for me here, okay?"

The office was just opened when Zhou Jingwei returned to Jingcheng recently, and the furnishings inside are very new, including the guest rooms.

Two men of the same stature stood in the elevator, and the numbers on the display jumped up.

"Please trouble Mr. Zhou tonight, I will give you the room fee."

Ge Jingcheng's low voice broke the dead silence in the elevator.

Zhou Jingwei turned his head to look at him, his clear and elegant eyes were deep and beautiful, but lazy and indifferent, without any human touch.

But he smiled lightly, his tone was polite, and he said kindly: "You are Weiyue's classmate, so you don't have to be so polite."

"Mr. Zhou" Ge Jingcheng's eyes twitched, he clenched his fists, opened his mouth, and asked very straightforwardly: "Do you like Cheng Weiyue?"

"Of course." Very concise and clear answer.

Ge Jingcheng's face turned pale, and he didn't know which was more unwilling or powerless.

As the elevator opened with a "ding", Zhou Jingwei walked out first and entered his fingerprint on the electronic lock.

"The temporary password is today's date." After Zhou Jingwei finished speaking, he passed Ge Jingcheng who was standing behind him and planned to leave.

"I know you people are powerful and powerful, but I can't compete." Ge Jingcheng said suddenly, stopping Zhou Jingwei's pace, his throat rolled rapidly, and his rough voice said: "But Weiyue is not the kind who hates poverty. A girl who loves rich, if she doesn't like you, she doesn't like you."

Zhou Jingwei knew that Cheng Weiyue didn't like him, but how could he allow others to provoke him like this?

After so many years, he couldn't remember the last time someone spoke rudely in front of him.

Mr. Zhou's family was born noble, and he was only a lot more violent than Zhao Hanshen in his bones.

There are some things that only Cheng Weiyue can say, but others cannot.

Zhou Jingwei stopped in his tracks, smiling coldly, he didn't look back, his voice was calm and indifferent, revealing a bit of contempt that could hardly be heard: "When you are qualified to sit at the negotiating table with me, tell me again Such words."

Ge Jingcheng stood where he was, his heart beating like a beating.

What is humiliation?

About this moment.

With a pale face, he pulled his hair and slid a little bit along the wall to sit on the ground.
Cheng Weiyue was actually very sleepy. When Zhou Jingwei came back, she was already huddled on the sofa beside her, with her hands resting on the armrest of the sofa, looking drowsy.

The sound of Zhou Jingwei opening the door woke her up, she barely opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes were moist, harmless and innocent deer.

"Zhou Jingwei, you're back."

She didn't know how lethal her words were, and Zhou Jingwei's hand on the door rail unconsciously tightened.

He lowered his eyes, concealing his overly dark eyes, and walked in front of Cheng Weiyue.

He suddenly realized that Cheng Weiyue is a bright moon, besides him, there are many people coveting it.

But he, Zhou Jingwei, the person he loves, how could he allow others to see even a little bit of it.

And Cheng Weiyue raised her head to look at him ignorantly, scratching the corners of the sofa with her small hands, and asked him: "Where do I sleep today?"

Zhou Jingwei sighed, and squatted down: "Isn't your neck sore when you raise your head like this?"

"It's not sour, but fortunately it's very sleepy."

"The office has no vacant rooms," Zhou Jingwei pulled the blanket from the side and covered Cheng Weiyue's body: "I'll take you to sleep somewhere else, okay?"

Cheng Weiyue regained consciousness: "Where are you going?"

Zhou Jingwei said, "Go to my house."

Cheng Weiyue was completely awake, but she didn't have time to say the words of refusal. Zhou Jingwei had already added: "I was looking at Jingxing's prospectus about the land planning in the city center recently. The prospectus is at my house. If you don't mind, When you wake up tomorrow, I'll show it to you."

Cheng Weiyue stammered in frustration: "Take it here and show it to me. Is that okay?"

Looking at her timid look, Zhou Jingwei adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled faintly: "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, so I don't have time to come to the office."

"I can come here by myself."

"Wei Yue," Zhou Jingwei rested his hand on the armrest of the sofa, vaguely touching the latter's fingertips: "I'm a lawyer, and I don't know how to break the law."

He has a good sense of proportion, he is pressing but not aggressive, and he still uses a bait that she cannot refuse.

Cheng Weiyue acquiesced.

This is Cheng Weiyue's second visit to Zhou Jingwei's residence, and the words of Xiangshan Prince's Mansion indicate the expensive housing price here.

Zhou Jingwei's villa occupies the best location. There is a large private artificial lake at the entrance. On the artificial lake are scattered orchid pavilions and pavilions.

The car bypassed the artificial lake and garden and parked in the garage.

There are only two cars in the garage, a Cullinan and a supercar.

Cheng Weiyue got out of the car, glanced at the seven or eight empty parking spaces in the garage, and said casually: "I thought you would put a lot of cars in the garage."

"I'm not interested in cars." After the muffled sound of the car being locked, Zhou Jingwei continued, "I used to play with it when I was young, and then I gave away those cars."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Weiyue beside him: "Do you like it?"

Cheng Weiyue shook her head quickly: "No. No, I don't like it."

Zhou Jingwei smiled, slowed down to accommodate Cheng Weiyue's pace, and asked casually, "Then what do you like?"

Cheng Weiyue's steps were a little flustered, she lowered her head and looked at the tip of her shoes, her ears were red: "I don't know."

(End of this chapter)