Jing Huaizhi was silent for a long time, and raised his hand to pull her hanging hair behind her ears.

"Jealous?"

Takeri resisted his closeness and pressed her backhand against his chest.

I couldn't help choking: "I don't want to see you." ”

After speaking, he staggered to his feet, but before he could take a few steps, his center of gravity began to be unstable.

She desperately opened her eyes, and their sockets began to redden.

"Scumbag!"

"Liar!"

"Old man!"

Even the more he scolded, the more energetic he became.

When he heard this, a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he stood behind her without speaking.

After a long time, seeing that the woman standing in front of him had stopped moving, he spoke.

"Are you done scolding?"

After hearing his voice, Zhuli slowly turned around and closed his eyes lightly, and tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Jing Huaizhi's heart trembled suddenly, and he quickly stepped forward to hold her arm.

With a strong belt, the big palm firmly supported the back of her head.

"Really angry?"

She bit her lip tightly, and the tip of her tongue inadvertently licked the remaining tears at the corners of her mouth.

The little face wrinkled: "It's salty." ”

He scoffed and leaned down to press his forehead against hers.

"Wife, I was wrong."

Zhuli will not accept it when she sees it, and she must avenge this revenge.

Her eyes lifted slightly, and her gaze began to survey the pedestrians around her.

"Hey, handsome guy!"

"Add a WeChat."

Suddenly, she saw two male college students, and she waved to them excitedly.

Zhuli's appearance and her dress are not inconsistent to say that she is a college student.

The two male college students glanced this way, looked at each other for another second, and hung their heads shyly.

Seeing that the two people in the distance did not move, she decided to take the initiative.

The long legs walked over.

It's just that he hasn't taken a few steps before he is dragged back by the man behind him.

Jing Huaizhi pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, and smiled nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, my wife drank too much." ”

After that, no matter how she cried, he carried her to the hotel.

The two male college students looked at each other.

"You let go of me!"

"I hate you! Jing Huaizhi! ”

Being carried by her like this, Zhuli only felt that her head was getting more and more dizzy and wanted to vomit.

After entering the hall, he wrapped his hand around her neck and turned her whole body over.

I hugged him.

"Huaizhi, what are you?"

Zhang Xuan stood alone at the door, squinting his eyes and looking at the person who was being held in Jing Huaizhi's arms.

Zhuli used both hands and feet, crying and making trouble to resist his embrace.

Jing Huaizhi was still expressionless, "Uncle Zhang, my wife drank too much, I'll take her back to rest." ”

Zhang Xuan's eyes wandered around uneasily, and he smiled dryly: "Huaizhi, Uncle Zhang doesn't know you..."

"You see why you didn't notice you when you got married."

He took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Married? Who is married? ”

Zhuli looked at Zhang Xuan, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I'll take her to rest first."

Jing Huaizhi didn't answer anyone's words, picked up his steps and continued to walk towards the room.

It's just that he went to his own room.

After the door was closed, Zhu Li was gently placed on the bed by him.

Maybe she's had enough trouble, and it's rare to be quiet now.

"Go take a shower."

Jing Huaizhi knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, propped one hand on the head of the bed and said slowly.

She wasn't asleep, but she didn't move either.

He lowered his eyelids and glanced at his watch, his tone teasing.

"Do you want me to wash it for you?"

"Come on, who's afraid of whom!"

Takeri isn't too awake at the moment, but the scene of him dating a female college student keeps coming to mind.

subconsciously let go of the cruel words.

She regretted it just after saying it.

Jing Huaizhi's gaze swept over her inch by inch, and a malicious smile overflowed on his lips.

Suddenly, she felt lighter.

In the bathroom, it's steaming hot, and there are still water droplets rolling on the glass door.

Zhuli soaked in the bathtub, and her consciousness continued to be sober.

After a brief rinse, he grabbed a bathrobe and loosely helped her put it on.

Then the man carried her to the sink again, smiling undeniably.

She sniffed and raised her hand to get the bathrobe in order, but the man grabbed it against the mirror.

"Sobered up?"

He lifted his eyelids slightly, and his voice was deep.

Zhuli pursed the corners of her lips, and her expression began to stretch.

"Hmm."

The nasal tone sounded aggrieved.

Jing Huaizhi's eyes staring at her were filled with countless threads.

After speaking, a long, deep kiss fell.

She was pressed to the sink with no way out, and she couldn't resist and could only keep sobbing.

He sensed her unease and took a few steps back.

"What's wrong?"

Zhuli wiped her tears and reprimanded: "You know how to bully me." ”

"Don't come to me, go on a date with your little sister."

She turned her face away, her face full of grievances.

Jing Huaizhi lowered his head and smiled dumbly, raising his hand to hook her chin.

"What did you promise me last night?"

At the mention of last night's incident, Zhuli suddenly stopped sobbing.

The eyes looked at the ground and there was a harmless look of humans and animals.

"Director Qiao asked me to do a PPT last night, and I forgot to reply to your message."

"I didn't mean to."

Her eyelashes twitched, her teeth biting her soft lips and delicately shrinking her head again.

He was really laughed at by her.

It's obvious that she did something wrong, why does she always look like a victim.

Secretly sighed in his heart, his fingertips rubbing the corners of her lips.

"Tonight, double."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Zhuli pointed her fingertips along the bathroom to the door, and blinked her eyes a few times: "It can't be Yuhe, right?" ”

"I'll hide first."

She began to panic, her pupils constricted.

"Mr. Jing."

Outside the door seemed to be Qiao Jue's voice.

Zhuli's heart hanging in mid-air suddenly fell to the ground.

Jing Huaizhi's eyebrows were impatient, and he put his hands around her waist and walked to the bed.

Her legs naturally hooked around his waist, and her breath was a little short.

At the same time, the knocking on the door continued.

"Would you like to take a look first?"

Zhuli quickly pulled the quilt and covered it, revealing only a pair of wet eyes.

"Listen to you."

He reached out and rubbed her head lightly, and then stood up again to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Qiao Jue's eyes directly skimmed Jing Huaizhi's shoulders and scanned back and forth in the room.

"Director Qiao, what's wrong?"

Jing Huaizhi lifted his eyelids, too lazy to look at him.

"It's not a big deal, the artist got in touch."

"It's the same person as Ladbrokes Group, and he also admitted that he didn't handle the details between the two, and he hid for fear of being abused by fans."

Qiao Jue's eyes darkened slightly, and his gaze was brought to the quilt that moved slightly behind him.

"Hmm."

Jing Huaizhi didn't react much.

Just as he was about to close the door, Qiao Jue was unwilling to ask out: "Zhuli, she..."

"Where are you?"

"She's my wife, so naturally she wants to be with me."

Bang!

The door was slammed shut.

Before Zhuli could lift the quilt to check, the man leaned over and pressed it down.