Zeng Xiangyang was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly, and looked at Qiao Jing blankly.
"ha?"
He reacted quickly, and without giving Qiao Jing a chance to regret it, he ran in front of the other party and almost landed on Qiao Jing's body.
He directly changed his words and called someone.
"Master! Master!!"
After Zhan Qi Pei saw the two people so close, his face darkened and his deep voice sounded.
"Stay away from my wife."
Zeng Xiangyang silently took a few steps back, keeping a small distance from Qiao Jing.
Zhan Nanqing was scrolling through videos, but got stuck at this moment, and there was no sound from her headphones. When she heard her brother's words, she rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Why did her brother say this?
Isn’t this trying to teach bad things to children? At this time, it’s time to teach others about their wives.
Qiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, ignoring Zhan Qi Pei's words.
"Not yet. If you get 80 points in each subject in the next exam, I will accept you as my apprentice."
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zeng Xiangyang, who was still extremely happy, suddenly stopped.
"80 points?"
You know, his grades are usually in the single digits. Every time he finishes the multiple-choice questions casually, he lies on the table and falls asleep.
When he was lucky, he would answer a few more multiple-choice questions, but if he struggled, his maximum score would only be nine points.
If it is 80 points, it will kill his "old" life.
After Qiao Jing discovered something strange about Zeng Xiangyang, she pretended to regret it.
"If you can't pass the exam, forget it."
Zeng Xiangyang sighed several times, gritted his teeth, and agreed.
"80 points will be 80 points. I will come to you as soon as I pass the exam."
Isn’t it just 80 points? For the glory of the king, he risked his life!
Su Manqian was standing next to the sofa at the moment. When Zeng Xiangyang said that she would get 80 points in the next test, she was almost moved to tears.
But she also knows her son's strength. She doesn't ask for 80 points. If her son gets 10 points, she will burn incense and worship Buddha.
It’s not that she has low requirements, it’s that her son used to take either duck eggs or fried dough sticks every time he took the exam.
10 points is really too luxurious for them.
Let alone 80 points!
If they really want to get this score, their family must support Qiao Jing!
Qiao Jin glanced at Zeng Xiangyang indifferently and sat down on the sofa.
"If you don't pass the exam next time, don't let me accept you as my apprentice."
Zeng Xiangyang patted his chest, looking confident.
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely get 80 points!"
He was almost happy to take off on the spot, but suddenly he saw Sumanxi beside him and ran to her excitedly.
"Mom! My cousin said she wants to accept me as her disciple!"
His howl was heard by Zhan Nanqing, who was wearing headphones. She was a little curious as to what could make Zeng Xiangyang roar so loudly.
She took off her headphones and asked.
"What are you shouting?"
Zeng Xiangyang ignored Zhan Nanqing and turned to look at Zhan Qipei with excitement.
"Cousin, I envy you so much for marrying a wife as powerful as the master."
After saying this, he took Sumanxi's hand.
"Mom, I also want to marry a wife as powerful as my master in the future."
After Zhan Qipei heard this, his face suddenly darkened.
Sumanqian also noticed the change in her nephew's expression.
She remembered that her sister had told her before that Zhan Qi Pei was jealous of his own mother and sister. This stupid son of hers who couldn't speak his mind was shocked now.
She said with an embarrassed smile.
"Hey, Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji, Qi Pei, don't worry."
Ke Zeng Xiangyang didn't realize what he said wrongly, so he frowned and spoke.
"Mom, what are you talking about? I want to marry a wife like the master in the future, can't I?"
Zhan Qi Pei's face became gloomier again, and he raised his eyes to look at Zeng Xiangyang.
Zeng Xiangyang shivered at his cousin's cold eyes and hid behind Su Manqian.
What did he say wrong?
His master is so powerful, who wouldn’t want to marry her and go home?
If the master hadn't been married, he would have wanted to marry him and go home.
Zhan Nanqing helplessly held her forehead, stood up, and returned to her room.
Her cousin is hopeless.
Fortunately, she was worried that her brother would teach a bad boy, but now he is thinking about getting a wife.
The veins on Zhan Qipei's forehead popped out, he stood up, walked straight to Qiao Jing, and took the woman's hand.
"Mom, Qiao Jing and I are going back first."
If he stays with his wife any longer, his cousin may also want to take advantage of his wife.
Qiao Jing is his wife!
Qiao Jing's temples jumped suddenly.
Look, she just said it.
Zhan Qi Pei is also like a child in this aspect.
Like the kind of child who desperately protects his favorite toy, so that no one else can see it, and he has to cover it up with something.
But she is not a toy, but men are always so stubborn and possessive.
She had no choice but to say goodbye to Su Manhan and the others.
"Mrs. Zhan, I'm leaving first."
Zhan Qi Pei quickened his pace, as if something could catch up behind him.
He took Qiao Jing all the way back to the car, opened the car door for the woman, and put his hand on the roof of the car to prevent the woman from knocking her head.
After returning to Nantai Apartment, Qiao Jing went to sit on the soft sofa, turned on the TV, and tuned to the news channel.
It was still early, and she had watched the medical skills several times, so now she was going to watch some news.
She suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhan Qi Pei's figure from the corner of her eye.
The man was beating his waist, his thin lips pursed tightly.
Qiao Jing stood up and came to Zhan Qi Pei.
"What's wrong? Your waist feels uncomfortable?"
She noticed where Zhan Qi Pei was beating her. This posture could only be caused by back pain.
She directly reached out and touched Zhan Qi Pei's spine. Her fingers stayed on the place where the man had hit her just now and pressed.
"hiss--"
Zhan Qi Pei raised his long, smoky eyebrows, and his face turned a little painful.
After Qiao Jing understood the general situation, she withdrew her hand and looked at the sofa.
"You must have hurt your waist from sitting for too long. Can I give you a massage?"
She thought that company bosses like Zhan Qi Pei had to sit in the office all day long, and even when they went out to negotiate contracts, they had to remain seated.
Occasionally, I will squeeze out a little time to go out for outdoor activities, but it is very rare. It is inevitable that I will suffer from occupational diseases, such as backache and back pain.
Zhan Qipei glanced at Qiao Jing's belly and pursed his thin lips.
"No, I'll find a masseur in a few days."
Before Qiao Jing got pregnant, he was not willing to make her tired, and now that she was pregnant, it was even more impossible for him to let her do this or that.
And massage is still a physical activity. If you press it for a long time, your hands will get sore.
Qiao Jing noticed the way the man looked at her belly and reached out to touch her belly.
"It's been three months now, and the dangerous period has passed. Besides, my physical fitness is very good, so there's no problem giving you a massage."
It's not just that she's pregnant. It's not like she can't lift things and is weak because of pregnancy.
After hearing this, Zhan Qipei suddenly remembered what happened on the cruise ship that day.
The woman drank too much that day and spent the whole night with him. No other man except him could tolerate the girl's physical condition.
There was a flash of unknown meaning in his dark eyes, he nodded, and looked up at the woman.
"Well, your physical fitness is indeed quite good."
Qiao Jing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Zhan Qi Pei's strange gaze. She frowned and looked at him with an appraising look.