Qiao Jing was taken outside the bar by Zhan Qi Pei.
It wasn't until he came to a place with fewer people that Zhan Qi Pei let go of Qiao Jing's hand.
The stuffy air that had been stuck in his chest seemed to have finally found an opportunity to vent.
Zhan Qipei turned around with a gloomy face, his dark eyes meeting Qiao Jing's beautiful eyes.
"Why are you drinking with Wu Xirui? Didn't you tell me that the relationship between you and him is just that of a doctor and a patient? Does it mean that the relationship between a doctor and a patient includes going out to drink together at night?"
Qiao Jing frowned. Hearing the other party's question, he felt a little unhappy and asked the question instead of answering.
"Didn't you tell me that you had a very important meeting?"
Zhan Qipei was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he had deceived him first, his tense profile softened, and his tone of voice also softened a lot.
"Answer me first, why are you drinking with Wu Xirui?
Also, you clearly saw me, why didn't you come to me instead of staying there to drink with him?"
Qiao Jing pursed her lips and looked into Zhan Qi Pei's dark eyes, finding doubt, sadness, anger and other emotions in them.
She had already explained it in the bar, but Zhan Qi Pei just didn't believe her, and she didn't want to explain too much.
"This is my business and has nothing to do with you. Just like Wu Xirui said, we have a fixed time for our marriage, and we will divorce when that time comes. Besides, we have agreed not to interfere in each other's lives.
, I did it, what about you?"
Zhan Qi Pei's expression went blank for a moment. When these similar words came out of Wu Xirui's mouth, he only felt angry.
But when these words came out of Qiao Jing's mouth, he felt like a dull knife being sharpened over and over in his heart.
Zhan Qipei's face became gloomy again, his thin lips pursed into a straight line with no arc, and his tone became much more serious.
"At least we are not divorced now. Why are you drinking with Wu Xirui? He will wipe your legs!"
His temples jumped suddenly, but he was reluctant to do anything excessive to Qiao Jing, so he could only suppress his emotions with all his strength.
Qiao Jing rubbed her brows tiredly. This was the first time Zhan Qipei had quarreled with her. She thought she could handle it well, but she didn't expect it would be such a headache.
She took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
"You don't believe me that much?"
Zhan Qi Pei was stunned by this question. How could he not believe Qiao Jing?
He believed everything she said before without reservation, but now, the thought of her and Wu Xirui drinking together brought his sanity to the edge of collapse.
"I don't believe you! It doesn't matter if you come to a place like a bar. The two of you are still talking very intimately. If I don't stop you, then let him wipe your legs for you?"
"Zhan! Qi! Pei!" These three words almost jumped out from between Qiao Jing's teeth.
She had rarely been so angry, but what Zhan Qi Pei said really touched her bottom line.
At this moment, a drop of cold rain fell on Qiao Jing's face, which slightly relieved her rising anger.
After taking a moment, Qiao Jing looked up and saw that the night sky, which was originally a bright moon and sparse stars, was now completely black.
The raindrops fell on her face, getting denser and denser, making Qiao Jing feel more and more irritable in her heart.
Taking a deep breath, he faced Zhan Qi Pei with a cold expression.
"I have already said what I need to say. I have a clear conscience and do not want to continue to accept your questioning."
Having said this, Qiao Jing paused for a moment, and his face became even colder, as if he was distant and wanted to reject people thousands of miles away.
Seeing this, Zhan Qi Pei became nervous instantly.
The next second, Qiao Jing continued what he just said.
"Zhan Qi Pei, let's get a divorce."
Qiao Jing used a statement tone rather than asking for opinions.
She wants a divorce!
There is absolutely no room for negotiation.
Zhan Qi Pei's pupils shrank suddenly, and his handsome face was full of surprise and disbelief.
It turned out that she had really prepared to divorce him early on, so no wonder she was drinking with Wu Xinrui.
He opened his mouth, his eyes looking at Qiao Jing were somewhat absent-minded, his hands hanging on both sides of his thighs trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he spoke the next words with difficulty.
"Divorce me? Then go find Wu Xirui and be with him?"
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly. Zhan Qi Pei's unreasonable troubles made her feel very troubled and she didn't want to explain any more.
"We are really not suitable for each other."
From the beginning, she found that they were not suitable, so they were indeed not suitable.
After saying this, Qiao Jing turned around and left without hesitation, walking towards the rain curtain in the distance.
The cold rain hit Zhan Qi Pei's face and dripped down his hair into his eyes, making his vision gradually blurry.
But in his eyes, Qiao Jing was separated from everything in the world, and he could still clearly see her cold and cruel back.
Gradually, Zhan Qipei's face seemed to feel a slight pain, and the cold rain seemed to turn into sharp silver needles, pricking his face again and again.
His face was still gloomy, and his hot heart seemed to have been extinguished by the rain and became extremely cold.
Zhan Qipei's hands and feet seemed to become cold, and the bitterness and anger in his heart were intertwined.
suddenly!
The scene of Qiao Jing and Wu Xirui sitting together drinking, talking and laughing started to play on a loop in their mind.
Zhan Qipei's breathing became much heavier, and the line called reason that had been tight suddenly broke when he saw Qiao Jing's back disappearing around the corner.
He strode forward, grabbed Qiao Jing's slender wrist, turned her around forcefully, and pushed her against the sheltered wall to prevent the two of them from getting wet in the rain.
The first thing that caught Qiao Jing's eyes was Zhan Qi Pei's hurt look, which reminded her of a puppy that got soaked on a rainy day.
The dull pain in Zhan Qipei's heart came again. He opened his mouth to say those words, but lost his voice inexplicably.
Qiao Jing was not in the mood to continue arguing with Zhan Qi Pei and wanted to withdraw his hand.
"I have nothing to say to you, let go."
Zhan Qi Pei seemed to be stimulated by these words and roared out of control.
"Do you really want to divorce me?! There are only the last twenty-eight days left, and you don't want to be with me? You have the divorce agreement ready and are just waiting for me to sign it?"
But only he knew that the moment Qiao Jing told her about the divorce, he had already lost his mind.
Qiao Jing frowned.
Um?
divorse agreement?
Before she could ask, a kiss blocked all her unfinished words.
This kiss contained Zhan Qi Pei's anger. He bit Qiao Jing's red lips punitively, trying to leave his mark on her lips.
But in the end, he still couldn't bear to let Qiao Jing get hurt, so he could only suck the air from the other person's lips and pry open the other person's teeth.
When Qiao Jing saw that puppy-like expression, a subtle feeling emerged in her heart.
But after he forcibly kissed her, the anger in her heart reached its extreme. She put her hand on Zhan Qipei's chest, trying to push him away.
Zhan Qi Pei's powerful arms were firmly tied around her waist, and he was leading her towards him, leaving her unable to move and without even a chance to resist.