Shi Wei's voice suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

"Let's get married." Zheng Xingzhou said again.

He was open and honest, showed the utmost sincerity, was frank and extremely straightforward.

He does things so freely and without any warning in advance, yet it makes people feel that he should be doing things as he should.

On this most ordinary winter night, thousands of people in the city were busy and the lights were on.

There were noisy sounds downstairs and the sound of the north wind blowing through the windows, but none of these could compare to his words.

He stood in the shadow of a mixture of light and dark, with an innate and indescribable sense of mourning in his body. Under the romantic surface, his existence was like a complete tragedy itself.

Those affectionate brows and eyes are so close, but out of reach, so ethereal that no one can grasp them no matter what.

Shi Wei looked at him and remembered a lot. She had never seen the young Zheng Xingzhou, but she had seen him in photos when he was eighteen.

At that time, the young man didn't know the heights of the world, he was conceited and frivolous, with a ruthless look and sharp eyebrows.

His honor was earned through hard work.

He deserves it.

Shi Wei: "You want to marry me?"

What kind of person is he?

Is it white moonlight or cinnabar mole.

Shi Wei couldn't use any word to describe Zheng Xingzhou to others.

Because she had seen him sitting cross-legged on the carpet at home, chewing candies and playing games, she had also seen him punching others in the face with each punch, she had seen his calm negotiations at the top, and she had seen him

I've seen him smile lustfully under the feasting lights.

Some are childish, some are arrogant, or some have a jade-like demeanor at first glance, and their personalities are sometimes gloomy and sometimes bright, and they are unpredictable.

He is a cinnabar mole imprinted indelibly on the heart, sharp and burning, irresistible.

The word "fascination" was born for him.

Zheng Xingzhou walked up to her and put the ring on the little finger of his left hand on her ring finger: "Do you want to get married?"

Shi Wei was silent for a long time, looking down at the ring on her hand, and then into his eyes, asking without hesitation, "Do you love me?"

The word love is too strong.

Zheng Xingzhou never loved anyone. He talked a lot about love but never talked about love.

This time he said: "You teach me and I will learn."

His eyes have transcended so many years of loneliness and hardship, and there is a seriousness in his always specious smile, reflecting her shadow, making people dare not pry easily.

These eyes are dazzling than the light of snow.

Once I was unloved and untutored. Later, everyone who came was too late.

In fact, what he said about love or not is no longer important. He would run out to buy her a towel when it rained and snowed in the early morning. He would coax her when she had abdominal pain and couldn't sleep all night. He would stay cold after a quarrel.

Kissing her on the face will give her the best material conditions, and there will never be a shortage of gifts and rituals.

"What if I don't teach you?" Shi Wei rubbed the cold edges of the ring, retaining his body temperature.

Zheng Xingzhou didn't react much: "Then you have to know that I'm eyeing you. It doesn't matter whether I love you or not."

What he said is simply an asshole.

"Mr. Zheng has a good reputation and his female companions are different every day. Why should I believe your words? What should I do if you regret it in the future?"

"Weiwei, I don't think you even have this little confidence." Zheng Xingzhou's eyes showed deep strength, "You have special rights with me."

He knows clearly what he wants and what he doesn't want.

He said marriage, not lovers.

That kind of gaze is hot and intimidating, leaving no time to breathe.

The cost of teaching a person to love is too high, especially for someone like Zheng Xingzhou, who is cold and lacks love and behaves wantonly.

Maybe Shi Wei should be more sensible, weigh the gains and losses of these long years, weigh the pros and cons, and know the trade-offs.

But she also wants to go crazy.

Just bet your life with him.

She will never meet the second Zheng Xingzhou again, the Zheng Xingzhou who makes her love and hate him with all her heart and eyes.

Shi Wei said: "I have a bad temper and am very willful."

"I love you."

Shi Wei said: "I will not accept being entangled with other women and the same man after marriage."

"You are enough."

Shi Wei said: "I want the grandest wedding, and I want you to marry me in the most high-profile and public way."

"good."

He has always been frank and straightforward in this regard.

Shi Wei knew that he didn't bother to lie to her.

Between loyalty and dissoluteness, he cannot be defined.

Will the prodigal really come back? Can he regain his composure? And can he keep his promise?

Shi Wei thought it would be possible, at least at this moment.

In this troubled world, she is willing to be his last trump card!

She said: "Okay, let's just get it done."

Zheng Xingzhou smiled suddenly, took the woman in his arms, and kissed her unscrupulously, his breath intertwined with her, and the temperature was hot.

The aura about him is like his own, he is very aggressive and never restrains his desires.

Shi Wei said vaguely: "One more thing, you are not allowed to kiss me without my consent."

"What?" Zheng Xingzhou narrowed his eyes, "Before I kiss you, I want to ask Miss Shi, can I kiss you now?"

Shi Wei nodded matter-of-factly.

"Miss Shi, please ask me now -" he said in her ear in a very polite and reserved voice, "can I bump into you?"

He word by word, those two obscure yet straightforward words lingering between his lips and teeth.

This man is bad to the core.

Shi Wei: "No."

Snow is still falling outside the window, and the cold night is long.

The home is covered with soft and expensive carpets. Even on winter nights, you won’t feel cold when sitting on the floor.

Zheng Xingzhou's eyebrows had a rare hint of lazy tenderness. He opened a bottle of brandy from the wine cabinet and took out two goblets. The red liquid was strong.

He handed Shi Wei a glass, and Shi Wei took it.

She hung the coat that Zheng Xingzhou had thrown on the sofa on the hanger, and unexpectedly a photo from her wallet fell out of her pocket.

That's a young woman.

Shi Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Zheng Xingzhou's eyebrows moved slightly, he picked up the photo, drank the brandy in one gulp, poured himself another glass, and told her openly and without covering up.

"This is my mother."

Shi Wei was stunned: "Auntie..."

"What's your name, auntie?" Zheng Xingzhou said lazily, his tone was very natural and a bit showy, "Our mother is pretty, isn't she?"

Shi Wei had never seen the woman in the photo, but she had heard of her. Back then, she and Zheng Xingzhou's father were in love and fell in love with each other. They were so in love that Zheng's father was even willing to give up his inheritance rights for her.

But later.

They are still heading towards the end and will not stop fighting.

When this woman died, it snowed for three days and three nights, like a huge funeral.

"Auntie is very beautiful." Shi Wei couldn't change her words for the time being. She felt awkward, so she praised her seriously. She was not lying, but she was the most beautiful woman in Kyoto back then, and she lived up to her reputation.

Zheng Xingzhou held a wine glass in one hand, and the red liquids collided with each other, just like splashing blood. Even his eyes were red. He looked at the person in the photo, covering up the cold sadness deep in his eyes, and said neither salty nor lightly.
Chapter completed!