After giving Zhan Ye a complete body operation, I became pregnant

Chapter 353 Zhan Qi Pei Stalks Qiao Jing
Qiao Jing subconsciously reached out to catch the man, but the man directly put his hand on her waist.

Zhan Qi Pei held the woman's waist, and buried his head between the woman's necks.

After smelling the scent of shower gel on the woman's body, he took a few breaths.

Qiao Jing frowned even more after feeling the man's scorching body temperature, and looked at the table in the living room.

Seeing that the antipyretics on the table were still in place, she pursed her lips, a little annoyed.

"Zhan Qipei, go by yourself, don't rely on me."

If you have a fever, you don't need to take antipyretics, and you go out to drink.

Zhan Qi Pei didn't move, the hand on the woman's waist gradually increased his strength, buried in the woman's neck and refused to speak.

Qiao Jing's brows and eyes were tainted with anger, she forcefully broke away the man's hand, and walked to the sofa in the living room.

Her face turned cold, and she put the antipyretics on the table back into the medicine cabinet.

After Zhan Qi Pei saw his empty arms, he was stunned, and looked at Qiao Jing with somewhat confused eyes.

He walked quickly to the sofa, grabbed the woman's slender wrist, and brought her in front of him.

"Can you not get a divorce?"

Qiao Jing's nostrils were filled with the smell of the man's alcohol, and there was rare anger in her cold eyes.

"I will definitely divorce when I get married."

Zhan Qi Pei raised his long eyebrows that were like mist, and pursed his thin lips tightly.

"Why do you have to divorce me? Do you hate me so much?"

Qiao Jing raised her eyes to meet the man's dark eyes, seeing the pleading in the man's eyes, she froze for a while.

As the richest man in the imperial capital, in order not to want to get a divorce, this noble man lowered his posture and looked at her like this, which made the anger in her heart disappear a lot.

"I don't hate you, I just don't like you. We are not suitable."

The outline of Zhan Qi Pei's side face was tense, and a deep voice sounded.

"You never opened your heart to me. You have always regarded this marriage as a mission. You haven't accepted me. How do you know that we are not suitable?"

Qiao Jing frowned, a little hesitant, and felt that what the man said was somewhat reasonable, but she had already made a decision, so she would not change it.

"We've been together for a while, and I can tell that we're not suitable. Let's go through the divorce procedures tomorrow morning. From now on, we'll go our own way and go our separate ways without affecting each other."

After hearing what Qiao Jing said, the emotions that Zhan Qi Pei had accumulated in the past few days exploded instantly.

With the strength of alcohol, he forcibly grabbed the woman's hand and brought her to him, exhausting all his strength to confine her in his arms.

Qiao Jing subconsciously wanted to push the man away, but the other party used too much force, and the two of them were so close together that she had nowhere to put her hands.

She frowned tightly, and just when she was about to speak, a kiss landed on her lips.

There was Zhan Qi Pei's anger and a trace of grievance in this kiss, and his hand on the woman's waist began to gradually move away.

After feeling that the woman in his arms had the idea of ​​running away, he bit her lightly, but was reluctant to use force.

Qiao Jing felt that her back was being surrounded by a pair of warm big hands, and she suddenly felt numb.

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and bit down on the man.

But as if the man couldn't feel the pain, the kiss gradually moved down from the mouth.

Zhan Qi Pei's hand grabbed the hem of Qiao Jing's nightdress, and after reaching in, he found the woman's sensitive waist and dimples, and he kept rubbing it with his calloused fingertips.

When Qiao Jing's waist was touched, her body trembled uncontrollably, and the man's kiss had already moved to her neck.

There was sullenness in her cold eyes, and anger was once again stained between her brows and eyes.

Taking advantage of the time when the man had only one hand to imprison her, Qiao Jing stretched out his hand and pushed him away fiercely.

"Are you crazy?!"

Zhan Qi Pei was staggered by this push, his footsteps were a little vain due to alcohol, he took several steps back and fell down on the sofa.

After two seconds of silence, he raised his eyes to look at the woman, with a bit of self-mockery in his dark eyes.

He looked at the woman with dark eyes, and laughed at himself.

"Yes, I'm crazy. When I think of you divorcing me, I feel like a lunatic."

Qiao Jing ignored Zhan Qi Pei, stretched out her hand to touch her neck, and felt waves of pain coming from it.

She walked back to the room with a cold face, and took out a mirror to look at herself.

After seeing the marks on his neck, his face became even colder, and his temples twitched abruptly.

Is Zhan Qi Pei a dog?What are you doing nibbling around? !

Qiao Jing's chest heaved heavily several times before she managed to calm herself down.

She opened the file expressionlessly and looked at the words on it.

An hour passed, and Qiao Jing couldn't calm down anymore.

There was no sound outside the living room, and there was no sound of footsteps coming from the corridor of the room. Zhan Qi Pei didn't seem to return to the room.

Qiao Jing pursed her lips, wondering if she should go out and check the situation.

But just now that dog man hugged her, gnawed and kissed her, and groped everywhere, what did she care about him?
But now Zhan Qipei has a high fever again, if Lai stays on the sofa in the living room and doesn't go back to his room, the fever will definitely get worse.

Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, and finally opened the door of the room.

When she came to the living room, she saw the man lying on the sofa at a glance, and the man seemed to be in a strange state.

Zhan Qipei was facing the sofa and his back was facing Qiao Jing, and he didn't know if he was asleep or not.

Qiao Jing took a few steps forward and poked the man's back with his hand.

"Are you asleep? Get up."

Zhan Qi Pei moved his body but didn't speak.

Seeing that the man was still awake, Qiao Jing grabbed Zhan Qi Pei's arm to drag him up.

But the man was deliberately against her, but he didn't want to get up.

After trying several times, she let go of her hand and was about to turn around and go back to the room.

After walking a few steps, she gritted her teeth and walked back to the sofa.

"Can't you get up?"

If possible, she would also like to just throw Zhan Qi Pei on the sofa and let this doggy man fend for himself.

But he still has a fever, and if he sleeps in the living room all night, maybe he will turn into a fool tomorrow.

Zhan Qi Pei's dull voice sounded, and he was only willing to turn his back to Qiao Jing.

"Don't worry about me, I'm going to get divorced tomorrow anyway, and you said it just now, we'll go our separate ways in the future without affecting each other.

My fever has nothing to do with you, you go back to sleep. "

Anyway, he is just a man without a wife.

Qiao Jing's temples twitched abruptly, and the corners of her mouth twitched imperceptibly.

This dog man was obviously angry with him, and specifically quoted what she said just now.

"I'll give you one last chance, get up, I'll get you the antipyretics, otherwise I can ask someone to go through the divorce procedures for us now."

For the sake of the other party's fever, she didn't bother with him.

After hearing the word divorce, Zhan Qi Pei immediately stood up from the sofa and looked at Qiao Jing with a look of grievance.

"I'm up..."

As his wife, it is not impossible for people to go through the divorce procedures at night.

Qiao Jing put the antipyretics on the table and said the last word.

"Drink the medicine."

(End of this chapter)