Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

The girl's forehead voice sounded familiar. An Jingxing looked in the direction of the voice, but saw a fat and huge figure stirring among the flowers. The appearance of fat head and big ears made it difficult to have a good impression at first sight.

An Jingxing used to hate this kind of man who took advantage of people's danger. Originally, she didn't want to be nosy at this time. She planned to find a waiter to call the security personnel at the dinner party, but she looked around and didn't see a waiter nearby. Moreover, there was another staircase between the terrace and the small garden on the first floor, It was inhumane to put it like this, so an Jingxing ran down with his skirt. When the man made the next move to the girl, he picked up the goblet in his hand and hit the bald head with oil on the man's head.

The goblet didn't have much attack power. The man didn't seem to feel much pain. He stood up and turned around. When he saw an Jingxing behind him, his expression seemed to be a little dull. An Jingxing didn't want to make things worse, so when he just ran over, she saw a stone nearby, she didn't take it, but just stood in front of the man, He said lightly: "Sir, I'm sorry. I just slipped my hand. The dinner inside is about to begin. Sir, don't you go in and wait?"

Although an Jingxing's words were very polite, his voice was cold and gloomy under the dark moonlight. The light in the small garden was not bright, and an Jingxing didn't see the expression on the man's face. He just saw that the fat man should retreat, stand up from the girl, and then turn around and walk to the banquet hall, Looking back at an Jingxing, the expression on her face made her frown.

Seeing the man's figure disappear behind the glass door of the banquet hall, an Jingxing stretched out his hand to the girl in the grass, "Miss, are you okay?"

An Jingxing looked at the girl lying in the overpowered rose flowers. After struggling for a while, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her hand. Then an Jingxing pulled her out of the flowers. When she saw the girl's face, her expression was slightly stunned.

Actually, Zhang Xiaochen.

I don't know if the thorn in the flowers scratched her face. There was a small scratch on her cheek. An Jingxing couldn't see through whether the girl who looked only in her twenties was really injured or fake. She couldn't help wrinkling her eyebrows and was on guard.

However, at the moment when Zhang Xiaochen saw an Jingxing, he seemed not to see the alert on her face. He was very happy and smiled: "it was miss an. Fortunately I met you, otherwise I was really..."

As he spoke, there was a touch of crystal tears in the corners of his eyes. The tears did not seem to be pretended, and an Jingxing was not that kind of cold-blooded and ruthless person. Seeing that a charming little girl was almost humiliated and scared to cry, she did not have any pity.

"It's all right. Why did you come here? Shouldn't you be with your aunt? Besides, it's a dinner hosted by your aunt. How can you even let that kind of person in? "