Chapter 91: It hurts, don't you know how to say it?

Surprisingly, Jing Qingchen was not angry.

Instead, he reached out and lightly touched the wound on her lips.

Ji Zhen frowned almost imperceptibly, but she was all under Jing Qingchen's eyes.

"It hurts, don't you know what to say?"

Jing Qingchen's vague eyes were tumbling with strange emotions, and his cold voice was hoarse.

"Didn't you think I'd hurt when you bit me?"

Ji Hao met this kind of person who shirked responsibility for the first time, and laughed angrily.

And Jing Qingchen pursed his pale lips, but he was not as strong as usual, but walked out.

Ji Hao glanced at the alarm clock next to her.

One o'clock in the morning.

What is he out for??

Ji Hao thought about it, but decided to sleep first.

Then, within ten minutes, he was fished into his arms again.

"Jing Qingchen, ...... you?"

Ji Hao opened her eyes, wanted to keep smiling, and asked him calmly.

But suddenly there was a pain in my lips!

"Don't talk, eliminate the poison, and then take another medicine."

In the eyes of others, a man who is noble and elegant, but difficult to approach, is holding an alcohol cotton at this time.

The movements were gentle, and she carefully treated her wounds.

Ji Zhen rested on his lap, but subconsciously looked at his pale and noble eyes.

Serious eyebrows, even if it is her, she will blush and heartbeat uncontrollably......

Unfortunately, after Jing Qingchen gave her a good medicine, he happened to meet her eyes.

The two of them just looked at each other.

Jing Qingchen seemed to stop talking, and then put things aside.

The voice seemed nonchalant.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to do anything to the injury."

Ji Zhen immediately retracted her gaze.

This kind of slap and give a sweet date, Ji Zhen instinctively refused.

But who let before, the date he carefully prepared was also misunderstood by her.

Ji Zhen closed her eyes and simply didn't mention it.

Jing Qingchen sat lightly on the bed, and hugged her waist from behind.

Smelling the faint and good smell on her body is not a perfume, but it makes him feel calm.

"Ji Zhen, I'm sorry."

His low voice sounded slowly.

Ji Zhen didn't speak, probably asleep.

"It's the first time I've apologized to someone."

Jing Qingchen's eyebrows and eyes were still desireless, and his pale eyes showed helplessness.

Following.

Early in the morning, Jing Qingchen went to the company.

And Ji Zhen is not idle.

"Madam, where are you going?!"

When the maid saw Ji Zhen leaving, she immediately asked.

If the wife leaves, they don't know where the people have gone, and Mr. Jing will definitely be angry when he comes back!

"Go to the interview, there's a banquet in the evening, he knows."

Ji Hao smiled.

The maid also knew who Ji Zhen was talking about.

"Then I hope all the best for my wife."

The maid smiled.

To them, the lady was so bewitching that she looked unapproachable.

But it's a lot more polite than the average upper-class lady.

"Thank you."

Ji Hao smiled, but walked away.

Jing Qingchen gave her a car, but if she drove a Maserati to an interview, the whole company might know about her the next day.

Walking to the intersection outside, Ji Hao took a taxi.

Huarong Film and Television.

"Miss, are you here for an interview?"

The front desk lady saw Ji Zhen and asked with a smile.

"Well, yes."

"Then please come with me."

The front desk lady was secretly surprised by Ji Hao's appearance, which was even more outstanding than Zhao Qiancan of their company.

And the look on his face, but he didn't see anything wrong.

"I told you, I'm going to bring new people. Whoever wants to bring it, who will bring it! ”