Prisoner Jiao

As the third generation speaker of the Zhou family, Zhou Zechen has always been calm and dignified, not a womanizer. He never thought that he would fall in love at first sight. That day, it was raining on campus. The girl wore a white dress with a ponytail, revealing her long and graceful neck. In the drizzle... Pingting's skirt was rippling as she walked colorfully and fell under the boy's umbrella. Zhou Zechen sat in the car and stared for a long time without moving. His knuckled hand reached out of the window to touch the cool rain. From then on, it was kept secret. When they met again, Zhou Zechen was still gentle and dignified, but his dark eyes were fixed on her. I am used to speaking Cantonese, but in order to cater to her, I picked up Mandarin again: "Miss Yao, I am very pleased with you." Yao Wei tremblingly refused: "Mr. Zhou, I have a boyfriend..." He just smiled and said politely, "It's okay." Later, a mansion on the hillside of Hong Kong City. It's still the same rainy night. Zhou Zechen held the exhausted girl in his arms and gently wiped away her wet tears. His face was hidden in the dim light, but his eyes were burning. * Zhou Zechen carefully built a cage for Yao Wei. But she never thought that it was not her who was imprisoned, but him.