After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

When she walked to the door of the box, Cheng Zhiwei already had nine roses in her hand.

The bright red roses are warm and brilliant under the light.

Someone took the initiative to open the door and pushed her inside.

The whole box was very big, and everyone from the studio was there, including some former alumni.

Everyone looked at her with blessings, and someone pulled her to the middle, which was right facing the door.

Something happened suddenly.

Cheng Zhiwei felt a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it Weiwei quietly accepted it.

That was He Ye, her senior who had helped her a lot.

How could she embarrass him.

The cake was wheeled in.

Cheng Zhiwei subconsciously clenched the rose in his hand, feeling a sudden pain in his palm.

A thorn that had not been cleaned pierced into her flesh.

There were small blood spots on the palm of my hand.

Cheng Zhiwei looked down, a little dazed.

At this moment, the box door opened and the exquisite cake was pushed in.

Supported by pure white gauze, it was a cake as clear and black as a musical note.

very beautiful.

A mutual friend walked up to Cheng Zhiwei, raised his forehead and said enviously: "Zhiwei, congratulations."

Cheng Zhiwei accepted it with a smile.

If she doesn't speak, she acquiesces.

However, no matter how lively the scene is, it will end in silence because of the delay in the arrival of the hero.

After a round of drinking, He Ye hadn't arrived yet.

The cake had been pushed into a corner, and without a light it became dull.

Cheng Zhiwei could sense everyone's curious and worried glances. She straightened her back silently, took out her phone and went out.

In fact, I was unhappy because this was He Ye's home field, and he did such a thing without her consent, but he didn't show up.

However, Cheng Zhiwei still remained rational before making the call.

If he had a special emergency, she would understand.

But he has no phone number and no message.

I called several times, but no one answered.

Cheng Zhiwei rubbed his forehead, feeling worried. He Ye was not the kind of person who broke his word and was not punctual. Did something happen to him?

Just when she turned around and was about to go in, there was a sudden conversation inside.

"He Ye hasn't come yet, doesn't he regret it?"

"It's possible. After all, Cheng Zhiwei is divorced and has a child. How could He Ye like her with such good conditions? Maybe he was threatened."

"If I were just playing around with a woman like Cheng Zhiwei, how could I take her seriously?"

"It's such a shame to create such a big scene and end up with Cheng Zhiwei."

Cheng Zhiwei stood at the door with an expressionless face. She was not a hard-hearted person. Her emotions gradually fluctuated after being made such irresponsible remarks behind her back.

Besides, He Ye can't be contacted yet.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Zhiwei walked in.

She looked around, met looks that were either curious or malicious, and said calmly: "He has something to do and can't come. Let's eat first."

"What's wrong with him that he won't come even if he doesn't propose such a big thing?"

"Have you regretted it?" someone said rudely.

Cheng Zhiwei looked over and saw that the person speaking was a woman, and she had a share in what he just said.

It should be someone He Ye knows.

"He has something to deal with. When it is finished, he will give you a reasonable explanation." Cheng Zhiwei explained calmly, "Everyone, let's eat. We are all hungry."

She can be angry, but being angry in this situation will only make people laugh.

So she endured it.

But some people just can’t wait to see the joke.

"If you ask me, He Ye must have regretted it. He is so good, how could he get married so early."

"Yeah, I think so too, otherwise I wouldn't have stopped coming."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Yi jumped out first and looked at those people angrily, "Why did he regret it when he couldn't come because he had something to do? Did you see it or did he call you to tell you?"

The man was choked. Seeing that Wen Yi was a young and tender-faced girl, he immediately said sarcastically: "What does it have to do with you?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

"How uneducated." The man cursed.

Wen Yi wanted to speak, but was pulled back by Cheng Zhiwei. She said coldly: "Since He Ye invited you here, he must have regarded you as a friend. You are talking sarcastically like this. It seems that you don't care about him." In my heart."

The man was speechless for a moment and shut up angrily.

Just when it was quiet, the box door was suddenly pushed open.

He Mingzhu walked in flamboyantly holding washing roses.

Cheng Zhiwei's face changed slightly.

Some people started talking in low voices, probably thinking that He Mingzhu was here instead of He Ye.

After all, she was holding a bouquet of roses.

But Cheng Zhiwei knew that He Mingzhu came with bad intentions.

Sure enough, He Mingzhu handed the rose to Cheng Zhiwei, with a hint of vague pride on her delicately made-up face.

"Ms. Cheng." She called out in an unfamiliar and polite voice, "I'm sorry, Xiaoye can't come, so I'm the one who asked me, my sister, to come here."

Cheng Zhiwei put the rose aside and asked calmly: "Where is he?"

"He is on the plane to Country H." He Mingzhu sighed pretending to be helpless. "Originally, he should have come to explain to you in person, but because there was a very important meeting that he needed to attend, he went directly."

"Meeting?" Cheng Zhiwei caught these two words.

"Don't you know, Miss Cheng? His studio has been merged into my company and he has gone home."

The last few words landed loudly.

Cheng Zhiwei lowered his gaze. He was not as excited as He Mingzhu thought, but was extremely calm, "Really? He should be congratulated, but I want to know, is this voluntary on his part or forced by you?"

She fairly understood He Ye. He had worked so hard to start his own business, so how could he return to the He family company.

He Mingzhu must have used some means.

He Mingzhu curled her lips and said, "Cheng Zhiwei, what kind of threshold does my He family have? Do you think you can really allow people like you to enter?"

She said with disdain: "Let me tell you straight, you are not worthy of him when you are not married, let alone divorced and raising children. If you want to find someone to take over, you should find an ordinary and honest person, not Huo Huo Xiaoye."

Right speech.

It seems that Cheng Zhiwei and He Ye are dating just to find a father for her child.

Those eyes that were originally looking for a good show suddenly became more or less playful.

Wen Yi said angrily: "He Mingzhu, you must be sick. You can't get married, so you took He Ye away and broke them up. Are you a pervert?"

He Mingzhu was scolded, but the smile on her face deepened, "Cheng Zhiwei, the person next to you is the third young lady of the Wen family, and she is also the marriage partner arranged by the family for Xiaoye."

Wen Yi's delicate and pretty face suddenly turned red.

She stamped her feet angrily, "He Mingzhu, who said I would marry your He family? Did I agree? How shameless."

He Mingzhu looked at Wen Yi as if she were an unreasonable child, with a doting look on her face, "Miss Wen, if this were not the case, why did you come to Chongqing?"