The mystery husband is a little bad

Fu Zhongting closed the door and turned back to the room.

Zhong Jiaqi is sitting on the edge of the bed with her head half down. He goes to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. As soon as he wants to open his mouth, he sees Zhong Jiaqi raise his head and ask, "has she left?"

Fu Zhongting nodded: "go, don't worry, I don't know why she came here."

Zhong Jiaqi can't help but be surprised. Han Jing just left? How could it be that she didn't recognize herself?

She reluctantly raised a smile.

Fu Zhongting looked at his heart but was not feeling: "I told you last time that she was my ex-wife."

"Yes, I know. You don't have to explain it to me. I understand it."

"No, I think I should." Fu Zhongting squatted down and looked her in the eye and said: "this is the past that I can't change, but it's just the past. In my heart, it doesn't have any meaning. She doesn't leave any trace in my heart. If it doesn't happen, I don't remember her at all. As for what she said, you should treat her as nonsense next time If I dare to do that again, I will never be polite to her! "

In the end, Fu Zhongting was angry.

Han Jing 's insult to Zhong Jiaqi is more displeased than that to Fu Zhongting.

Seeing his indignant appearance, Zhong Jiaqi suddenly felt a little sweet in his heart, reached out and stroked his slightly changed face: "well, I believe you are right, I'm not really sad because of this, but --"

ZHONG Jiaqi knows that paper can't contain fire, so she has been thinking about whether to confess with Fu Zhongting or not, but every time Words to the mouth, always a little accident, she sighed in the bottom of her heart, Fu Zhongting has picked up the phone.

The phone call was from Fu Qingliu. She said over there, "Zhongting, come to my home for lunch."

"Home?"

"Yes, come back to the mansion, Tianqing is back, and you are back. Our family will sit down and have a good meal." Fu Qingliu's voice was hard to conceal and excited, and he was quite happy to hear it.

Fu Zhongting was also happy for her and readily agreed, "OK."

"I'll see you at noon."

After finishing the conversation with Fu Qingliu, he turned his attention back to Zhong Jiaqi and asked, "what did you want to say to me just now?"

"Nothing more." Zhong Jiaqi shook her head.

"Then come back to the mansion with me for lunch."

"This is not very good," said Zhong Jiaqi

"What's wrong with that? You don't know everyone. That's how it's decided."

Fu Zhongting has made a decision. Zhong Jiaqi bit her lips, but she has no objection. As he said, they all know each other, and we all know their relationship. What else can we do.

She nodded and yawned again.

Seeing this, Fu Zhongting immediately said, "it's still early. Let's go to sleep."

“…… Aren't you hungry? "

"Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"OK, I'll make breakfast for you. What would you like to eat?" Fu Zhongting was a man who got up early, but he didn't feel sleepy now.

Zhong Jiaqi looked at him askew. "I have to ask you what you will do."

"As long as you can say it, I can do it." Fu Zhongting's words are clear.

Zhong Jiaqi expressed doubts: "really? Really anything? "

"Of course, you need to have food at home."

"Well, you can do whatever you want. In fact, I'm not picky about food. I'm very well fed."

Hearing this, Fu Zhongting smiled and pinched her high nose. "Then you can sleep a little longer. I'll call you."

Then he turned around and went out. Zhong Jiaqi was lying on the bed. Before long, he heard the noise from outside.

Every ordinary morning, it has always been Zhong Jiaqi's wish to wake up in his arms and prepare a rich breakfast for him.

Now, the wish has not only been realized, but also exceeded the psychological expectation. He is making breakfast for her. In a word, Zhong Jiaqi's heart is really touched, and the corner of her mouth unconsciously raises a happy smile.

But at the thought of Han Jing, who came here uninvited before, her smile immediately disappeared. Maybe Han Jing was stunned by her unkempt appearance just now, but when she came back to her senses, things would be out of control.

She was biting her lower lip, when a doorbell rang outside.

Zhong Jiaqi raised her heart and sat there clutching the hem of her clothes, totally at a loss.

Fu Zhongting turned off the kitchen fire, frowned, and thought it might be Han Jing, so he ignored it.

But before long, the door bell became a clapping sound. The movement was too loud. Zhong Jiaqi knew that she could not escape, so she came out of the room and went to the living room to see Fu Zhongting had already opened the door.

Outside, as expected, she was standing in Han Jing's room. Her sight went directly over Fu Zhongting, and she shouted, "Zhong Jiaqi? You come out! "Zhong Jiaqi's step slightly shrunk.

Fu Zhongting looked at Han Jing, and his expression was very unhappy: "what are you doing? Do you want to pay attention to the influence of such a big noise?"

"You don't have to worry about me, just now that woman is Zhong Jiaqi, you let her come out for me, Zhong Jiaqi, you come out for me!" Han Jing was just facing each other and angry. Then Zhong Jiaqi was immediately returned to the room by Fu Zhongting, so that she didn't think of it for a while. But then, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about it, the more impossible it was. But she had to figure it out clearly, so she turned back again. Unexpectedly, it was true?!

Fu Zhongting was pushed away, Han Jing and Zhong Jiaqi met again, and Han Jing almost gnashed his teeth: "it's you, really you?!"

Fu Zhongting's eyebrows were high and frowned, and he turned to see Zhong Jiaqi: "do you know her?"

Zhong Jiaqi is biting her lips. She doesn't know what to say. She just stands there. What should come is still coming. She can't run away.

Han Jing is as mad as a madman. She rushes into the house, picks up her bag and greets Zhong Jiaqi: "bitch, you little bitch, how dare you seduce your little uncle? You are so shameless!"

Zhong Jiaqi was beaten several times. Seeing this, Fu Zhongting immediately stepped forward, clasped Han Jing's wrist directly, stopped her bag, and pushed her away with one force: "Han Jing, you're enough! Don't make me fight women! "

Fu Zhongting was already angry. After warning Han Jing, he looked back at Zhong Jiaqi's situation: "are you ok?"

Zhong Jiaqi's face was scratched with two long bloodstains. A trace of blood froth came out. He reached out to touch it. She felt hurt. She shrank back and shook her head. "I'm ok."

"You know her?" Fu Zhongting asked.

Zhong Jiaqi bit her lips.

Fu Zhongting said, "don't be afraid. I'm here. She dare not do anything to you."