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 her neck.
After smelling the scent of shower gel on the woman's body, he took a few deep breaths.
After Qiao Jing felt the man's hot body temperature, she frowned even more tightly and looked at the table in the living room.
Seeing that the antipyretics on the table were still in place, she pursed her lips and felt a little angry.
"Zhan Qi Pei, go alone, don't rely on me."
When you have a fever, you don't need to take antipyretics, but you go out to drink instead.
Zhan Qi Pei didn't move, his hand on the woman's waist gradually increased in strength, and he buried it in the woman's neck and refused to speak.
Qiao Jing's eyebrows were filled with anger, she forcefully opened 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 box.
After Zhan Qipei saw his empty arms, he was stunned and looked at Qiao Jing with somewhat confused eyes.
He quickly walked to the sofa, grabbed the woman's slender wrist, and brought her to him.
"Can we not get a divorce?"
Qiao Jin's nose was filled with the smell of the man's alcohol, and there was a rare anger in her cold eyes.
"I will definitely divorce you if you get married."
Zhan Qi Pei raised his long, smoky eyebrows and pursed his thin lips tightly.
"Why do you have to divorce me? Do you hate me so much?"
Qiao Jing raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes. She was stunned when she saw the prayer revealed in the other man's eyes.
As the richest man in the imperial capital, such a noble man lowered his profile and looked at her like this in order to avoid divorce, 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 profile was tense, and a deep voice sounded.
"You have never opened your heart to me. You have always regarded this marriage as a mission. You have never accepted me. How do you know that we are not suitable?"
Qiao Jing frowned and hesitated a little, feeling that what the man said made some sense, but she had already made a decision and would not change it.
"We have been together for a while, and I can feel that we are not suitable for each other. Let's go through the divorce procedures tomorrow morning. From now on, we will go our own way and go our own way without affecting each other."
After hearing what Qiao Jing said, Zhan Qi Pei's emotions that had accumulated over the past few days suddenly burst out.
With the strength of his drink, he forcibly grabbed the woman's hand and brought her to him, using all his strength to restrain her in his arms.
Qiao Jing subconsciously wanted to push the man away, but the force he used was too great. The two of them were so close that she had nowhere to put her hands.
She frowned tightly, and just when she was about to speak, a kiss fell on her lips.
This kiss contained Zhan Qi Pei's anger and a hint of grievance, and his hand on the woman's waist began to gradually move away.
After sensing that the woman in his arms was trying to escape, he bit her lightly but was reluctant to use any force.
Qiao Jing felt a pair of warm hands hugging her back, and she suddenly felt numb.
She opened her mouth and bit the man without hesitation.
But it was as if the man couldn't feel the pain, and the kiss gradually began to move down from the mouth.
Zhan Qipei's hand grabbed the hem of Qiao Jing's nightgown, and after reaching in, he found the woman's sensitive waist and dimple, and kept stroking it with his thinly callused fingertips.
When Qiao Jing's waist was touched, her body couldn't stop trembling. The man's kiss had moved to her neck.
Her cold eyes were filled with sullenness, and her brows were filled with anger again.
Taking advantage of the time when the man only had one hand to restrain her, Qiao Jing reached out and pushed the man away hard.
"Are you crazy?!"
Zhan Qi Pei was staggered by this push. The drunkenness made his steps a little sloppy. 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, his dark eyes showing a bit of self-mockery.
He looked at the woman with his dark eyes and laughed to himself.
"Yes, I'm crazy. When I think about you divorcing me, I feel as uncomfortable as a lunatic."
Qiao Jing ignored Zhan Qi Pei and reached out to touch his neck, feeling waves of pain coming from it.
She walked back to the room with a cold face, took out a mirror and looked at herself.
After seeing the marks on his neck, his face became even colder and his temples jumped suddenly.
Is Zhan Qi Pei a dog? Why is he gnawing here and there?!
Qiao Jing's chest rose and fell heavily several times before she managed to calm down.
She opened the information with an expressionless face and read 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 were no footsteps from the corridor of the room. It seemed that Zhan Qi Pei did not return to the room.
Qiao Jing pursed her lips, wondering whether to go out and take a look at the situation.
But just now that doggy man held her, nibbled and kissed her, and even touched her everywhere. What did she care about?
But Zhan Qipei now has a high fever. If he stays on the sofa in the living room and doesn't go back to the room, the fever will definitely get worse.
Qiao Jing pursed her red lips and finally opened the door to the room.
When she came to the living room, she immediately saw the man still lying on the sofa. There seemed to be something wrong with him.
Zhan Qipei was facing the sofa, with his back to Qiao Jing, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or not.
Qiao Jin took a few steps forward, reached out and poked the man on the back.
"Are you asleep? Get up."
Zhan Qipei moved his body but said nothing.
Seeing that the person was still awake, Qiao Jing took Zhan Qipei's arm and tried to drag him up.
But the man was deliberately going against her and just didn't want to get up.
After trying several times, she let go of her hand and prepared to turn around and go back to the room.
After taking a few steps, she gritted her teeth and walked back to the sofa.
"Can you get up?"
If possible, she would also like to just leave Zhan Qi Pei on the sofa and let this bitch fend for himself.
But he still had a fever. If he slept in the living room all night, he might become a fool tomorrow.
Zhan Qipei's dull voice sounded, and he only wanted to turn his back to Qiao Jing.
"Don't worry about me. The divorce is going to happen tomorrow anyway. You just said that we will go our separate ways from now on without affecting each other.
My fever has nothing to do with you, just go back to sleep."
Anyway, he is just a man who has no wife to care for.
Qiao Jing's temples jumped suddenly, and the corners of her mouth twitched imperceptibly.
This bitch was obviously angry with him, and he specifically quoted what she had just said.
"I'll give you one last chance. Get up and I'll get you some antipyretic medicine. Otherwise, I can have someone handle the divorce procedures for us right now."
Seeing that the other person had a fever, she stopped arguing with him.
After hearing the word divorce, Zhan Qipei immediately stood up from the sofa and looked at Qiao Jing with a pretended aggrieved look in his eyes.
"I'm up..."
As his wife, it is not impossible for someone to go through the divorce procedures at night.
Qiao Jing put the antipyretic medicine on the table and left the last words.