Zhan Qipei actually took off his suit jacket and put it on her head?
Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, looked up at the custom-made suit above her head, and looked at Zhan Qi Pei with a puzzled look.
"What are you doing?"
But don't tell her that Zhan Qi Pei wants her to use this suit jacket as a shield from the rain.
If she remembers correctly, this suit jacket is the one Zhan Qi Pei wears most often. It shows how much the man likes this jacket, and now he actually uses it to protect her from the rain?
Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, and then raised the corners of his lips.
"The car is right across the street, I'll help you carry your coat over there."
He said he couldn't let Qiao Jing get wet in the rain, it was just a coat.
As for why he was willing to take Qiao Jing home now despite the rain, it was naturally because he didn't want to run into Wu Xirui, and he didn't want the other party to look at Qiao Jing again.
Moreover, the car was just across the road and not far away. He could ensure that most of Qiao Jing's clothes would not get wet.
Qiao Jing didn't quite understand what Zhan Qi Pei was doing, so she slowly raised her eyebrows.
"Why go there in the rain? We can wait for a while until the rain stops."
She really didn't want to use Zhan Qi Pei's suit jacket as an umbrella to keep out the rain. She felt a little strange.
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei's eyes fell on the door of the hall behind him, and he raised his long eyebrows again.
Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei's gaze, followed the man's gaze, and found that the other man was looking in the direction of the hall.
She immediately understood what Zhan Qi Pei meant and twitched her lips helplessly.
"how about you?"
Seeing Zhan Qi Pei's appearance, she probably wanted to just let him get wet in the rain, so instead he let her hold her suit jacket and leave alone.
In fact, she didn't really care about Wu Xirui's existence, but Zhan Qipei did.
She has never experienced it since she was a child. A man puts his coat on his head to act as an umbrella, which makes her feel a little strange.
At this moment, Qiao Jing suddenly saw a couple beside him. The boy took off his coat and put it on his and the girl's heads. He rushed out and got into a taxi in the rain.
After seeing this, Qiao Jing felt a little eager to give it a try. She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
Zhan Qipei also saw this scene, the smile on his lips deepened a little, and he put his coat on Qiao Jing's head.
"I don't need it, my coat will just protect you from the rain."
After saying this, he took Qiao Jing's hand and walked a few steps forward.
"Let's go."
Qiao Jing nodded, and a second before rushing into the rain, while Zhan Qi Pei wasn't paying attention, she covered the man's head with her coat.
"You can go now."
Zhan Qipei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Qiao Jing to cover his head.
But now that it had covered his head, it was not convenient for him to take it away directly, so he had to tilt the coat as far as possible toward Qiao Jing. Even if his body got wet in the rain, he didn't care.
Not long after the two of them walked out, the waiter hurried out of the restaurant with an umbrella and began to search for traces of Zhan Qi Pei in the crowd.
But he looked for a long time in the crowd taking shelter from the rain, but couldn't find Zhan Qi Pei's figure, so he couldn't help but murmured in confusion:
"Where is Mr. Zhan? Wasn't he still here just now?"
He just noticed that the umbrella at the door was empty, so he ran all the way back to the utility room to get it, but as soon as he came out, Mr. Zhan disappeared?
Just as he was muttering and turning around, he bumped into Wu Xirui, who was just coming out of the hall.
The waiter was startled, and the scene of Wu Xirui laughing on the sofa reappeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but trembled all over.
"Five...five five five masters..."
If it weren't for Wu Xirui's identity, he would have simply regarded the other person as a mental patient, called the police and arrested him.
Just laugh out loud for no reason. Sometimes he would laugh when he thought of funny things. But Wu Xirui laughed so loudly just now, almost maniacally. How could a normal person burst out laughing suddenly?
Wu Xirui ignored the waiter and stared at the backs of Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei in the rain with his eyes like poisonous scorpions, a smile frozen on his face.
Things won't end that easily, Zhan Qi Pei.
The waiter was frightened by Wu Xirui's gloomy face and eyes. He nervously grabbed the umbrella in his hand and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Is this the aura of a big boss...and Mr. Zhan too. He remembers that with just one look from Mr. Zhan, he almost froze in place.
The waiter didn't dare to stay any longer and was about to walk back with the umbrella in his hand, but he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and wanted to see what Wu Xirui was looking at.
He followed Wu Xirui's gaze and found that the Zhan Zhan he was looking for was actually walking in the rain holding his suit jacket?
You don’t even care about your image??
Is this really Zhan Zong?!
Moreover, Mr. Zhan's back was almost completely wet, but the woman beside him was well protected, and almost no part of him got wet.
At the same time, inside the car.
Qiao Jing casually patted the rainwater on his shoulder, and when he wanted to check if any other areas were wet, he found that only that area was wet.
"Zhan Qipei, how are you?"
She glanced sideways at the man beside her, and found that most of the white shirt on his body was soaked through, and some parts were looming.
The most eye-catching thing is Zhan Qi Pei's strong chest muscles and evenly distributed abdominal muscles, which outline part of the shape under the white shirt.
Zhan Qi Pei started the car as if he didn't feel it at all.
"It's okay."
The most important thing is actually Qiao Jing, he doesn't care.
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei's clothes, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she took out a few tissues and threw them on the man's lap.
"You wipe your clothes."
Although Zhan Qi Pei's shirt was so wet to protect herself from the rain, but she would have been very uncomfortable if she had been left sitting with a man who was wearing a shirt like he was not wearing anything along the way.
Especially Zhan Qi Pei, a bitch.
Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing in confusion, looked down at the tissue on his lap, and suddenly found that the shirt he was wearing had become somewhat transparent after being soaked by the rain.
His dark eyes darkened, the corners of his lips raised, and he said nonchalantly:
"It's okay, I turned on the air conditioner and it will be dry in a while."
Seeing that Zhan Qi Pei had no intention of wiping his clothes, Qiao Jing rolled his eyes speechlessly.
This bitch man must have seen the state of his shirt when he lowered his head. It was definitely intentional not to wipe it off now.
Zhan Qipei found that Qiao Jing was still staring at him, the emotions hidden in his eyes gradually surged, and a deep voice sounded.
"I thought about it, it would be more convenient to wipe it, but I am driving now and it is not convenient. Can you wipe it for me?"
Qiao Jing's temples jumped heavily, and she was too lazy to pay attention to Zhan Qi Pei, so she looked back.
It's none of her business whether she likes to wipe it or not, and it's not her who catches the cold.