Jing Huaizhi was silent for a while, then raised his hand to push her hanging hair behind her ears.
"Jealous?"
Zhuli resisted his approach and put her backhand on his chest.
I couldn't help but choked up: "I don't want to see you."
After saying that, he stood up staggeringly, but his center of gravity began to lose balance before he took a few steps.
She tried her best to open her eyes wide, and her eyes began to turn red.
"Scumbag!"
"fraud!"
"Old man!"
Even the more he scolded, the more energetic he got.
Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he stood behind her without speaking.
After a long time, when the woman standing in front of him made no movement, he spoke.
"Are you done scolding?"
After hearing his voice, Zhuli slowly turned back and closed her eyes, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.
When Jing Huaizhi saw this, his heart suddenly trembled, and he quickly stepped forward to hold her arm.
With a strong force, his big palm firmly supported the back of her head.
"Really angry?"
She bit her lips, and the tip of her tongue accidentally licked the remaining tears at the corner of her mouth.
His little face wrinkled up: "It's so salty."
He sneered, leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Honey, I was wrong."
Zhuli would never give up when things get better. She must avenge this revenge.
She raised her eyes slightly and began to look at the pedestrians around her.
"Hey, handsome guy!"
"Add WeChat."
Suddenly seeing two male college students, she waved to them excitedly.
Zhuli's appearance coupled with her dress makes it unconventional to be a college student.
The two male college students glanced here, looked at each other for a second, and lowered their heads shyly.
Seeing that the two people in the distance were not moving, she decided to take the initiative.
He walked over with long legs.
But before he could take a few steps, he was pulled back by the man behind him.
Jing Huaizhi pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with a serious smile on his face: "I'm sorry, my wife drank too much."
Afterwards, no matter how much she cried, he carried her to the hotel.
The two male college students looked at each other.
"Let me go!"
"I hate you! Jing Huaizhi!"
Being carried like this by her, Zhuli felt more and more dizzy and felt like vomiting.
After entering the hall, he put his hands around her neck and turned her over.
Daheng hugged him.
"Huaizhi, what are you doing?"
Henry Zhang stood alone at the door, narrowing his eyes and focusing on the person held in Jing Huaizhi's arms.
Zhuli used her hands and feet, crying and fussing to resist his embrace.
Jing Huaizhi remained expressionless, "Uncle Zhang, my wife drank too much. I'll take her back to rest."
Henry Zhang's eyes wandered around uneasily, and he smiled dryly: "Huaizhi, Uncle Zhang doesn't know that you..."
"Look at how you didn't even notify me of your wedding."
He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Marriage? Who is getting married?"
Zhuli glanced at Henry Zhang, frowning slightly.
"I'll take her to rest first."
Jing Huaizhi didn't answer anyone's words, but picked up his steps and continued walking to the room.
But he went to his own room.
After the door was closed, Zhuli was gently placed on the bed by him.
Maybe she had had enough trouble, and now she rarely became quiet.
"Go take a shower."
Jing Huaizhi knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, put one hand on the head of the bed and spoke slowly.
She wasn't asleep, but she wasn't moving either.
He lowered his eyelids and glanced at his watch, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Do you want me to help you wash it?"
"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
Zhuli was not too sober at the moment, but the scene of him dating a female college student kept popping up in his mind.
He said harsh words subconsciously.
She regretted it just after saying it.
Jing Huaizhi's eyes swept over her body inch by inch, and a malicious smile appeared on his lips.
Suddenly, she felt light.
The bathroom was steaming with steam, and there were water droplets rolling on the glass door.
Zhuli was soaking in the bathtub, and her mind was constantly clearing.
After a brief rinse, he grabbed a loose bathrobe and helped her put it on.
Then the man carried her to the sink again, his smile undeniable.
She sniffed and raised her hand to put her bathrobe in place, but instead the man held her hand against the mirror.
"Are you sober?"
He raised his eyelids slightly and spoke in a low voice.
Zhuli pursed her lips and her expression began to relax.
"Um."
The nasal tone sounded extremely aggrieved.
Jing Huaizhi stared at her with countless emotions in his eyes.
After saying that, a long and deep kiss fell.
She was pressed against the sink with no way out, and she couldn't resist and could only keep sobbing.
He sensed her uneasiness and took a few steps back.
"What's wrong?"
Zhuli wiped her tears and scolded: "You know how to bully me."
"Don't come to me, go date your little sister."
She turned her face away, full of grievance.
Jing Huaizhi lowered his head and smiled dumbly, then raised his hand to lift her chin.
"What did you promise me last night?"
Mentioning what happened last night, Zhuli immediately stopped sobbing.
He looked at the ground with a harmless look on his face.
"Director Qiao asked me to do a PPT last night, but I forgot to reply to your message."
"I did not do it on purpose."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her teeth bit her soft lips and she obediently retracted her head.
He actually laughed at her.
She obviously did something wrong, yet why does she always look like a victim?
He sighed secretly in his heart and rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips.
"Tonight, double."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Zhuli pointed her fingertips toward the bathroom door and blinked a few times: "It can't be Yuhe, right?"
"I'll hide first."
She began to panic, and her pupils suddenly tightened.
"Mr. Jing."
There seemed to be Qiao Jue's voice outside the door.
Zhuli's heart, which was hanging in mid-air, suddenly fell to the ground.
Jing Huaizhi's eyebrows were filled with impatience, and he put his arms around her waist and walked to the bed.
Her legs naturally hooked around his waist, and her breathing was a little quick.
At the same time, the knocking on the door continued.
"Would you like to take a look first?"
Zhuli quickly pulled up the quilt and covered her up, revealing only a pair of wet eyes.
"Listen to you."
He reached out and rubbed her head gently, then stood up again and opened the door.
As soon as the door was opened, Qiao Jue's eyes skipped Jing Huaizhi's shoulders and glanced back and forth in the room.
"Director Qiao, is something wrong?"
Jing Huaizhi raised his eyelids and was too lazy to look at him.
"It's nothing serious. The painter has contacted me."
"He is the same person as Ladbrokes. He also admitted that he did not handle the details between the two and was afraid of being abused by fans, so he hid."
Qiao Jue's eyes dimmed, and his gaze was directed to the slightly moved quilt behind him.
"Um."
Jing Huaizhi didn't have much reaction.
Just when he was about to close the door, Qiao Jue was unwilling to ask again: "Zhuli, she..."
"At your place?"
"She is my wife, so naturally she wants to be with me."
boom!
The door was slammed.
Before Zhuli could lift the quilt to check, the man leaned over and pressed down.
