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"Don't move!" Zhou Yuanzun seemed to be really angry, his handsome face was covered with a thin layer of malice.

Wei Zhenyin was scared stiff. She stared blankly at the man's handsome face that was slowly approaching and even forgot to move her hands.

Zhou Yuanzun was very satisfied with her performance, and his expression became a little gentle. His long fingers gently pulled down her woolen sweater, and touched her porcelain like skin.

His fingertips felt a little cold, and when it brushed past her skin, it brought about a burst of electricity. Wei Zhenyin's body trembled, and instinctively protected her chest.

Zhou Yuanzun frowned because of her actions: "What's shameful, did you have three chests?"

Wei Zhenyin choked and pursed her lips.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Glancing at her flushed cheeks, Zhou Yuanzun asked.

Clearly, with her power, she wouldn't be hit by Wei Muhuan at all.

"I promised her that I wouldn't marry you." Wei Zhenyin's eyes drooped down, her voice had a hint of self-mockery: "I violated the agreement, I deserve it."

Zhou Yuanzun heard and frowned even more.

The burns were not serious, only the skin half an inch above the collarbone was slightly flushed.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was very gentle.

"If you're interested, you can try." Wei Zhenyin rolled her eyes at him without restraint.

"I'll get the medicine."

Zhou Yuanzun quickly found a small medicine box from the cabinet, and then sat down beside Wei Zhenyin once again.

Her skin was as delicate as a newborn baby's, and when her fingers touched it, it felt like she was touching soft petals.

Zhou Yuanzun suppressed his heartbeat, and slowly smeared the white paste on his reddened body, even though his movements were extremely slow, Wei Zhenyin could not help but take in a breath of cold air.

"Does it hurt?"

Wei Zhenyin shook her head.

Zhou Yuanzun drew even slower and slower, and in the end, even blew lightly on it.

"It won't hurt much longer."

Wei Zhenyin curled up on the sofa. The icy cold medicinal paste was emitting the fragrance of mint, but it was actually not that painful anymore.

Her elbow rested on the sofa, her head rested on the back of her hand, she tilted her head looking at the tall and straight back of the man, and suddenly called out to him: "Zhou Yuanzun."

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was as bright as day, as though everything was illuminated so clearly that it was laid out flat on the ground. Zhou Yuanzun turned around, and the light quietly cut off his silhouette, as if he was a noble son of heaven.

"What's wrong?"

"You and Wei Muhuan," she bit her lips, "What exactly happened to you two?"

Zhou Yuanzun paused, his pretty eyes narrowed, revealing a mischievous look: "Jealous?"

Wei Zhenyin pretended to be bashful and lowered her head, admitting it.

Zhou Yuanzun let out a unclear laugh, then walked to Wei Zhenyin's side and hooked her chin: "Aren't you clear about this, Officer Wei?"

Wei Zhenyin turned her head and replied solemnly: "I'm not sure."

What she said was indeed the truth. Previously, she did not even ask Wei Muhuan about the matter between her and Zhou Yuanzun. Other than knowing that the two of them met each other at a press conference, she did not know anything else.

However, looking at the scene just now, it was most likely Wei Muhuan's one-sided wish.

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it." Wei Zhenyin stood up and was about to leave when she was suddenly grabbed by someone from behind.

"My family has arranged for me to marry the Shao Family's daughter, Shao Shihao. In order to refuse, during the engagement ceremony, I pretended to pull a girl away and let the media spread the news …"

"And that girl is Mu Huan, right?"

"Yes."

Wei Zhenyin took a deep breath, "You like Mu Huan?"

"No." Zhou Yuanzun replied expressionlessly.

Wei Zhenyin's mood suddenly became agitated: "Then why didn't you explain it to her? Give her the wrong psychological hint and let her think that you like her and want to marry her! "

Zhou Yuanzun stared at him tenaciously, hoping that he would give his a reasonable explanation.

After a long confrontation, Wei Zhenyin felt like there was a huge needle slowly sucking in the air above her head. Clenching her fists tightly, Wei Zhenyin felt that the air was extremely thin.

After an unknown period of time, Zhou Yuanzun turned around and said solemnly: "I'm hungry, let's go eat."

On the dining table, the chopsticks were scattered across the table, and the hot air in the bowls was no longer there.

Auntie Song came over and asked, "Mister and Madam, do you want to warm it a little more?"

Zhou Yuanzun waved his hand, "Auntie, today's dishes don't seem like they're made by you."

"Madam personally cooked it today."

Zhou Yuanzun looked at Wei Zhenyin behind him and shooed Auntie Song away.

He walked to the dining table and sat down. "I didn't expect you to cook."

"There are a lot of things you haven't thought of yet." Wei Zhenyin stepped forward and snatched the bowl away from Zhou Yuanzun's hands, "It's all piled up, don't eat it anymore."

However, Zhou Yuanzun snatched it back, and under Wei Zhenyin's stupefied gaze, he gracefully swallowed the bowl of sticky noodles down his throat.

"Not bad." Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Zhou Yuanzun commented.

The corner of Wei Zhenyin's mouth twitched as she watched the man's lazy and leisurely back as she slowly walked up the stairs.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch his collarbone, and that place seemed to still have the warmth of Zhou Yuanzun's fingers. Thinking back to the time he applied the medicine for himself and came over to blow on it, Wei Zhenyin's face suddenly flushed red.

The sky outside the window was an oppressive grayish black, as if it was about to snow. It was dark and gloomy.

Wei Zhenyin pressed on her forehead tiredly, suddenly feeling that her breathing was heavy.

Zhou Yuanzun seemed to be completely different from what she remembered, he was not that evil. Wei Zhenyin knew that her opinion of Zhou Yuanzun was slowly changing. However, Zhou Yuanzun's unwillingness to speak and his unfathomable emotions were like a dense and dense net that tightly trapped Wei Zhenyin.

She could not escape it.

… ….

The next day, Wei Zhenyin still followed Zhou Yuanzun to Zhou's. It was unknown if it was because of the incident yesterday that Han Keping did not come to work.

Wei Zhenyin sat at Zhou Yuanzun's office table and thought that it was boring. Other than slouching on the table, she really couldn't think of a better way to pass the time.

In the afternoon, he had helped Fang Yuan in to inform him that Zhou Yuanzun's cousin had arrived and was waiting for him in the guest room.

Wei Zhenyin woke up immediately, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at Zhou Yuanzun in anticipation: "What, you're going out?"

Zhou Yuanzun nodded slightly: "Wait for me here, I'll be right back."

Wei Zhenyin smiled, nodded her head like she was pounding garlic, and said: "Alright, alright."

After Zhou Yuanzun left, she immediately went to the desk and looked through the documents he had just looked at and the web pages he had browsed through.

Damn it! Why is this Zhou Yuanzun's awareness so strong!

In the large reception room, the sun was shining brightly, yet he could not feel even the slightest bit of warmth.

Two cups of strong tea were placed neatly on the black and white glass coffee table. The hot air had long since dissipated.

Zhou Yuanzun sat on the sofa and slightly lifted his chin with a haughty expression. Sitting opposite of him, Zhou Dewen rubbed his hands together. Finally, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother, how has the company been recently?"

"Not bad."

"Recently, my uncle's health isn't too good, my blood pressure is a bit high, and my grandfather is always talking about you …"

"If you have something to say, just say it." Zhou Yuanzun's eyes were sharp, like a cold blade that swept straight at Zhou Dewen.

Zhou Dewen locked eyes with him for two seconds, then took the initiative to look away and laughed: "Brother, you should know the business rules of Zhou's, to the extent of Zhou's, it is impossible for the business to be clean inside …"

"I know. You don't even have to tell me how the company operates." Zhou Yuanzun interrupted him again, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Zhou Dewen was not angry, and retrieved a stack of A4 papers from his briefcase and placed it in front of Zhou Yuanzun.

"Brother, here is all the information about your bride. Take a look."

Zhou Yuanzun picked up the pieces of paper and held them tightly with his fingers.

Wei Zhenyin's experience from a young age was clearly written on it, including when she attended police academy and studied criminal psychology.

With every additional line Zhou Yuanzun looked at, the creases on his forehead became deeper.

These files were obviously already protected, why was Zhou Dewen still able to find them?

Seeing the expression on his face, Zhou Dewen faintly smiled: "Big bro, she's a police officer. Marrying you probably doesn't have a pure goal."

He stood up, slowly walked to Zhou Yuanzun's side, and patted his shoulders: "Brother, you don't need me to teach you how to do this, right? "If I can't bear to do it, as your brother, I can do it for you."

Zhou Yuanzun then grabbed Zhou Dewen's wrist and turned his head, his eyes sweeping with a dark light, his sinister gaze causing chills to run down: "Before we know what's going on, it's best not to come to a conclusion."

"I wasn't such an indecisive person in the past." Zhou Dewen smiled and said, "If I don't want to, I can do it for you."

Zhou Yuanzun used more strength in his hands, and at the same time, the creaking sound of his bones breaking sounded out, along with Zhou Dewen's wails.

"I'm warning you, you better not touch a single finger of hers. Otherwise, I won't care about brotherly feelings!"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Yuanzun coldly flung out his hand and walked out the door with large strides.

Behind him, Zhou Dewen's face was deathly pale, as he covered his limp hands, his eyes filled with hatred.

Zhou Yuanzun! Let's see how long you can be arrogant for!

— —

Wei Zhenyin just happened to see that copy of her information.

When Zhou Yuanzun returned home in the afternoon, he gave Auntie Song a day of vacation. Wei Zhenyin limply lied on the sofa and asked weakly: "Auntie went back home, who was cooking?"

"You." Zhou Yuanzun took off his jacket, turned his body sideways, and modestly unbuttoned his sleeves.

Yesterday, Wei Zhenyin was just excited for a moment, but looking at the passionate Zhou Yuanzun, she swallowed back the words that were about to leave her mouth.

"I want to eat dried shellfish noodles and lily celery." After ordering, Zhou Yuanzun took off his tie and went upstairs to shower.

Wei Zhenyin's face was cold as she waved the spatula into the kitchen.

Halfway through the meal, the voice of the butler and another person came in from outside.