C1308 (1/2)

Fu Zhongting directly opened the computer and read the email sent by Gu Tianqing.

I don't know if I don't see it. I'm scared.

Fu Zhongting also knew for the first time that his ex-wife, who had a brief marriage, had a rich and colorful past.

Although Han Jing hasn't been married in recent years, she has changed countless boyfriends. However, none of them can last for a long time. To put it bluntly, she is like a bus, constantly changing male passengers, and now she even has the delusion to continue to be in the forefront with Fu Zhongting. I really don't know where such a woman can be confident.

Fu Zhongting only looked at it once and then closed the page, because one more look would pollute his eyes.

Back to the bed, looking at lying in bed unprepared, but also from time to time out of the mouth of a curse son of a bitch Zhong Jiaqi, Fu Zhongting silent smile.

Go to bed with you and put her in your arms.

Take a look at Han Jing's past and think about Zhong Jiaqi's perseverance in pursuit of him. Fu Zhongting's heart is even more joyful.

Zhong Jiaqi wakes up from a headache. Her body is clamped by a pair of iron arms and can't move. Her legs are on someone's thin waist, and they are twisted together like two pockmarks.

She had a headache in the head, seems to be more painful, just stupefied for several seconds to determine where he is in the end.

But she didn't drink with Xu Jiayin in the bar last night. Why did she come back here.

This kind of thing is really can't think about, a thought of the head pain is fierce, the body move, Fu Zhongting also wake up.

”Wake up.” Fu Zhongting slightly relaxed her grip. Seeing her frowning, he asked, ”headache?”

Zhong Jiaqi did not speak. Fu Zhongting had already brought the water cup on the bedside table: ”come on, drink a glass of water first, it will be better.”

When Zhong Jiaqi was drinking water, he said, ”look at you, you can't drink so much. It's strange that your head doesn't hurt.”

”Hungry, I'll make breakfast for you.”

In the face of Fu Zhongting's solicitude, Zhong Jiaqi has been holding her face. Although she has forgotten the later events of the bar, she has not forgotten the previous ones.

To be angry about something that didn't happen seems like a small family, but once a woman gets to this point, it really becomes a little unreasonable.

”You can sleep a little longer.” Fu Zhongting got out of bed and prepared breakfast for her.

Zhong Jiaqi did not say a word, looking at the back of his leaving, but his heart seemed to be filled with boulders. Didn't a word explain it, so he left? She's not in a good mood to eat now.

They are still in the cold war. They don't know how to cajole her. They have wooden heads and pimples.

Although Fu Zhongting was cooking in the kitchen, he was still concerned about the outside. When he heard Zhong Jiaqi come out of the room, he followed him out. As a result, he saw Zhong Jiaqi walking towards the gate.

He saw, a little angry: ”where you go, you can eat immediately.”

Zhong Jiaqi ignored him and opened the door handle. Fu Zhongting rushed over and pulled her people back. At the same time, she slammed the door.

”You let me go.” Zhong Jiaqi struggled for a while, but Fu Zhongting didn't mean to let go of it. Instead, he pulled it tightly.

”Let go

”Well done, what kind of temper do you have? What can I say after dinner?” In fact, Fu Zhongting didn't want to quarrel with Zhong Jiaqi, but he really didn't understand the amorous feelings. What he said was tough. Let's listen to it. It seems that it's a little uncomfortable.

Zhong Jiaqi's anger also came up: ”who is angry with you? You scratch me, let go!”

”I can let you go, but you come to eat first.”

”No food, no hunger. I'm going.”

Suddenly, Fu Zhongting's hand was thrown away, and Zhong Jiaqi went out again.