Chapter 4 Inappropriate

Zhou Fan honked the car horn several times, waited for her to raise her head and then lowered the window: "Didn't you say you can go back?"

"I've only been gone for ten minutes, how did you get yourself into such a mess?"

He cursed impatiently: "Useless thing."

"boarding."

Luo Qingqiao wiped her tears, but did not go to him after standing up: "My clothes are wet."

"Get in the car." He said with a bad expression, "I don't want to say it a third time."

She silently sat in the passenger seat and sneezed a few times as soon as she closed the door.

Just as she took out a tissue to wipe the rain off her body, Zhou Fan parked the car directly in front of a hotel.

Do we have to fulfill our marital obligations as soon as we get married?

Zhou Fan shouldn't be so anxious.

He hadn't eaten at the full banquet, so he suddenly wanted something light today?

Luo Qingqiao didn't make any move, and looked at him calmly, feeling a little nervous.

He looked at the time and said coldly: "You should be able to put on the clothes at your feet. Take a shower and change clothes. Is half an hour enough?"

The phone that was thrown aside was still getting calls. When Luo Qingqiao picked up the shopping bag, he finally answered the call impatiently.

Without waiting for the other person to speak, he said coldly: "Why are you urging her? She won't survive today? Let her stay calm and don't make trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Qingqiao was thrown aside again. Luo Qingqiao was frightened. When he glanced at her, she quickly said: "That's enough."

She was afraid of being alone with Zhou Fan, so she rushed directly into the hotel.

Zhou Fan, who had just found the room card but had not yet handed it over:...

He took back the room card and walked in with a cold face.

Luo Qingqiao was swiping her card to book a room.

The front desk asked politely: "Sorry, madam, your bank card shows insufficient balance. Would you like to change the card to pay?"

"Why don't you have money?" After being surprised, she awkwardly handed over another card, "Try this one."

Zhou Fan took the card away and threw it back into her bag along with the ID card: "Why are you so anxious?"

"Go to the top."

"Mr. Zhou, why are you here?" The hotel manager hurriedly came up to guide them, "Your room has been reserved and no one has used it."

He nodded slightly, hugged Luo Qingqiao and walked in.

The moment the door was closed, she heard the hotel manager's quiet confusion: "Why is the woman we brought here so average-looking?"

Zhou Fan only gave her half an hour, but she didn't waste it and walked to the bathroom holding her clothes.

She closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. Covered by the sound of water, she looked in the mirror and began to lose focus.

In fact, she is not bad looking, with delicate features and a well-proportioned figure.

But compared with Zhou Fan's previous girlfriends, she looks like an ugly duckling.

It's normal to be disliked.

Even she herself couldn't figure out why Zhou Fan was so crazy that he wanted to marry her.

The sound of water covered her cries and the sounds outside.

Luo Qingqiao could only hear Zhou Fan talking on the phone again, but could not hear the content of the call clearly.

After taking a shower, it was already dark outside. Zhou Fan glanced at her and said with disdain, "Sloppy."

Her freshly blow-dried hair hung loosely down to her waist. She was wearing a new Hermès dress but couldn't hold it up, just like herself who had been brought into high-end places but was not suitable.

Luo Qingqiao stopped, stood three meters away from him, and said angrily: "I'm sorry, the clothes don't fit well, and there's nothing I can do about it."

She used to feel aggrieved secretly and hide in sadness.

But then she realized that some things just didn't fit her feet. She cut off her toes and tried to put them on, but she couldn't get the desired result.

Zhou Fan took out an unopened women's belt from the closet with a cold face, tightened it and wrapped it around her body, outlining her slender waist. It didn't look as loose or empty as before.

But he was still a little dissatisfied.

However, the phone on the bed reminded him that it was almost the appointed time, so he didn't worry about her outfit anymore, and he rushed to the Huanjiang villa area with his people.