Chapter 200 (1/2)

Cai Zhen obviously didn't believe it and sneered: ”it seems that our husband's weight in master Zheng's heart is just so.”

Wei Yan suddenly raised her eyes. There was a sullen look at the bottom of her eyes. She squinted with warning: ”Cai Zhen.”

The voice was low and cold.

Cai Zhen's careful liver trembled, and realized that he had offended his husband with his outspoken words. He was too busy to admit that he was wrong: ”Sir, I was wrong.”

Don't look at him like he did last time in Yanglin Town. It's worse than killing him.

Zheng Quzhi didn't want to punish Cai Zhen because of himself. He didn't know when to stay in weizhai. If he was punished by Wei Yan again because of himself, Cai Zhen would definitely take revenge on him.

He said, ”don't be angry, Mr. Wei. Brother Cai cares about you.” After a pause, he said, ”besides, your weight in my heart is still very heavy.”

Hearing the speech, Wei Yan looks at Zheng Quzhi.

”Not angry.” After a while, he withdrew his eyes and closed them again.

As for whether he is really angry or dead, he is the only one who knows.

When I returned to Wei's house, it was zero, and there was light snow outside. As soon as Zheng Quzhi got out of the car, he hurriedly squeezed under Qi's umbrella, bared his teeth and said with a smile: ”brother Qi, let's go in together.”

Wei Yan didn't allow him not to hold an umbrella on a snowy day, and he didn't dare to squeeze an umbrella with CAI Zhen when Cai Zhen was in a bad mood. He could only hold his thigh.

”Come here.”

Before Qi He opened his mouth, a voice came from behind him.

Zheng Quzhi turned back and opened his mouth in surprise. I thought that Cai Zhen would hold an umbrella for Wei Yan. Unexpectedly, Cai Zhen went directly into Wei's house with his head full of snow.

Wei Yan is holding a black umbrella and staring at herself calmly.

Zheng Quzhi quickly loosened Qi's shoulder and rushed into Wei Yan's umbrella. After standing still, he looked up at Wei Yan with a smile. His hand also extended to Wei Yan's hand: ”let me hold an umbrella.”

When his hand touched Wei Yan's cold hand, Zheng Quzhi patted, but he didn't get a response. He couldn't help but wonder that he was staring at Wei Yan, who was in a daze. He picked his eyebrows: ”Wei Yan?”

Looking at his eyes, Zheng's eyes suddenly fell away from his throat.

Qi Bo's head explodes. He turns around and walks away in a hurry. He leaves the gate in a hurry. He doesn't care to find the gate. He doesn't care about his umbrella. He jumps over the wall and enters Wei's house.

Outside the house -

Zheng Qu was stunned and watched Wei Yan's face getting closer to him, but he was frozen and unable to make any response.

The red thin lips were about to cover Zheng Quzhi's lips. Wei Yan hesitated again. His head deviated slightly and put his head on Zheng Quzhi's shoulder.

Zheng Quzhi only felt that the stagnant blood flowed again, but at the bottom of his heart, he felt an unknown emotion. Was he lucky or disappointed?

Without thinking deeply, Zheng Quzhi mentioned God, put his hand on Wei Yan's back, and asked, ”Wei Yan, what's the matter with you?”

”A little tired.” Silence for a few seconds, Wei Yan gently opened his mouth.