Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 444 Obsession 12
Shi Wei's voice stopped suddenly.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

"We're getting married." Zheng Xingzhou said again.

He is open and honest, showing the greatest sincerity, seven points of frankness, very straightforward.

He did things as he wished, without any warning in advance, but it made people feel that it should be taken for granted.

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

There were noisy voices downstairs, and the sound of the north wind whistling into the window, and all of these were not worth his words.

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

The affectionate eyebrows and eyes are close at hand, untouchable, and illusory, making people unable to grasp them no matter how hard they are.

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

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

His honor was earned by his hard work.

he deserves it.

Shi Wei: "Do you want to marry me?"

What kind of person is he?
Is it the white moonlight, or the cinnabar mole.

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

Because she has seen him sitting cross-legged on the carpet at home, biting candy and playing games, she has also seen him punching and punching others in the face fiercely, and she has seen him negotiating calmly at the summit. I have seen him smile lustfully under the lights and shadows of feasting and feasting.

Those are either childish, or arrogant, or have a jade-like demeanor, and their personalities are unpredictable and unpredictable.

He is an indelible cinnabar mole branded on his heart, sharp and burning, irresistible.

The word obsession 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 marry?"

Shi Wei was silent for a long time, looked down at the ring on her hand, and then looked into his eyes, without avoiding or blinking: "Do you love me?"

The word love is too heavy.

Zheng Xingzhou has never loved anyone, he never talks about love, but never talks about love.

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

His eyes have gone through so many years of wind, frost and loneliness, and there is always a specious smile, with seriousness, reflecting her shadow, making people afraid to peep easily.

These eyes are more dazzling than Xueguang.

Once unloved and untaught, everyone who came later was too late.

In fact, whether he loves or not is not important anymore. He will go out to buy her aunt's towels when it rains and snows in the early morning, he will coax her when she has abdominal pain and can't sleep all night, and he will be cold after quarreling. Kissing her face will give her the best material conditions, never lacking in gifts and a sense of ritual.

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

Zheng Xingzhou didn't react much: "Then you have to know, I'm after you, it doesn't matter if I love you or not."

That said, it's an asshole.

"Mr. Zheng is famous, and his girlfriends are different every day. Why should I believe your words? If you go back on your word in the future, what should I do?"

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

What he wants and what he doesn't want is clear in his heart.

He said marriage, not lovers.

Those gazes are hot and intimidating, leaving no time to breathe.

The price of teaching a person how to love is too high, especially for a person like Zheng Xingzhou who is indifferent and lacks love and acts recklessly.

Perhaps Shi Wei should be more rational, weigh the gains and losses of these long years, weigh the pros and cons, and know how to choose.

But she also wanted to be crazy.

Just bet with him for the rest of your life.

She would never meet another Zheng Xingzhou again, the Zheng Xingzhou who made her love and hate her heart and eyes.

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

"I spoil it."

Shi Wei said: "I don't accept being entangled with the same man with other women after marriage."

"It's enough to have you."

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

"it is good."

In this regard, he has always been frank and straightforward.

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

Between fidelity and debauchery, he cannot be defined.

Will the prodigal son really come back?Can you calm down?And whether to keep promises?
Shi Wei thinks it will, at least at this moment.

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

She said, "That's fine, it's over."

Zheng Xingzhou laughed all of a sudden, took the woman in his arms, and kissed her unscrupulously, his breath was intertwined, and the temperature was hot.

He smells like him, very aggressive, and never restrains desire.

Shi Wei said vaguely: "One more thing, don't kiss me without my consent."

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

Shi Wei nodded seriously.

"Miss Shi, may I ask now—" He whispered in her ear in a very polite and reserved voice, "Can I hit you, break you?"

He paused every word, and those two vague and straightforward words were lingering between his lips and teeth.

This man is bad to the bone.

Shi Wei: "No."

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

The home is covered with soft and precious carpets, even in winter nights, sitting on the ground does not feel cold.

Zheng Xingzhou's brows and eyes showed a rare kind 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 cup, and Shi Wei took it.

She hung the coat that Zheng Xingzhou threw on the sofa on the hanger, and a photo in the wallet accidentally fell out of her pocket.

It was a young woman.

Shi Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Zheng Xingzhou's brows moved slightly, he picked up the photo, drank the brandy in one gulp, poured himself another glass, and told her generously without hiding anything.

"This is my mother."

Shi Wei was stunned: "Auntie..."

"What's your name?" Zheng Xingzhou said lazily, with a very natural tone and a bit of showing off, "Isn't our mother beautiful?"

Shi Wei has never seen the woman in the photo, but she has heard of her. Back then, she and Zheng Xingzhou's father fell in love vigorously. To what extent did they fall in love? Zheng's father was even willing to give up his inheritance rights for her.

But later.

They are still going to the end, endlessly.

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

"Auntie is beautiful." Shi Wei couldn't change her words for the time being, she felt awkward, and praised seriously, it was not a lie, it was just the most beautiful woman in Kyoto back then, a well-deserved reputation.

Zheng Xingzhou held the wine glass in one hand, the red liquid collided with each other, like splashed blood, even his eyes were red, staring at the person in the photo, concealing the coldness and sadness deep in his eyes, he said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)