Zhao Ningchu froze and couldn't speak a sentence: "Ji, Ji Xiuran, what are you doing? Let me go."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Ningchu felt a damp heat on the back of her neck, and a numb electric shock spread throughout her body.
Ji Xiuran actually kissed her forehead and neck.
Before Zhao Ningchu could react, Ji Xiuran picked him up and strode towards the bed.
Even if Zhao Ningchu is being naive, does he still know what is going to happen next?
Suddenly, she panicked.
"Ji Xiuran, what are you doing? Let me go."
But at this moment, Ji Xiuran didn't react at all. He threw her directly on the bed in her bedroom, and then his whole tall and slender body pressed down.
He kissed her impatiently and said, "You gave Jiang Nan the idea to drug me, didn't you? Zhao Ningchu, you are simply looking for death."
Zhao Ningchu struggled to avoid his punishing kiss, but no matter how she dodged, Ji Xiuran's kiss would always follow her.
Wild and aggressive, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart.
Zhao Ningchu grabbed his hair with one hand and beat his shoulder with the other, completely ignoring the red gauze on his palm.
Ji Xiuran's kiss fell on her chin. During the gap, Zhao Ningchu kicked her and said: "I don't know what you are talking about, you lunatic, I want to break up with you..." Before he could finish the next words, his mouth opened again.
He was blocked again by Ji Xiuran.
Zhao Ningchu felt that she was really going to collapse at this moment. Ji Xiuran appeared in her room inexplicably and took her to bed without saying a word.
Ji Xiuran kissed her enough and let go: "Zhao Ningchu, don't even think about it."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and stared at her, his long and narrow eyes not only full of lust, but also a hint of sinisterness.
Zhao Ningchu sniffed and said aggrievedly: "You lunatic, stay away from me, I don't want to see you at all..."
Before she finished speaking, her red lips were blocked again.
Compared with before, Ji Xiuran was much gentler this time. Gradually, Zhao Ningchu felt that his lips were numb and his mouth was filled with a faint aroma of wine.
Zhao Ningchu struggled: "Ji Xiuran..."
Ji Xiuran whispered in her ear: "Chuchu, be good..."
Four words directly broke through Zhao Ningchu's last line of defense, and he fell into Ji Xiuran's kiss.
At this moment, Zhao Ningchu felt like a dead tree on the verge of death, and Ji Xiuran was her last nutrient, so she had to cling to him tightly.
When Zhao Ningchu woke up the next day, it was already noon.
And the woman with whom he had a crazy affair last night has long since disappeared.
Zhao Ningchu turned over and felt sore all over.
The scene from last night appeared in her mind unconsciously, thinking about what Ji Xiuran said to her last night.
So Jiang Nan didn’t succeed?
Ji Xiuran ran back in anger and slept with himself?
Bastard, what do you think you are?
A tool to vent?
Zhao Ningchu cursed and got up and walked towards the bathroom. When she saw the bright red on her underwear, she was stunned.
Auntie is here?
Her aunt was always forbidding, so Zhao Ningchu didn't think much about it. After changing into a pair of clean underwear, she put on a sanitary napkin and went downstairs.
When he came downstairs, he smelled the aroma of cooking, and Zhao Ningchu's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
She held her stomach and walked towards the kitchen, curiously asking: "Uncle Chen, what you are making smells so good."
"This morning the old lady sent someone a black-bone chicken, and I stewed it directly. The quality of the black-bone chicken is good, and the stewed soup is very fresh."
Zhao Ningchu looked at the ceramic pot on the gas stove: "So much? I can't finish it by myself."
"Mr. Ji is at home."
When Zhao Ning first heard this, he was stunned.
Ji Xiuran is at home?
Did she remember not holding up her pants on her wedding night and then going on a business trip?
Have you changed your gender?
After Uncle Chen prepared lunch, he asked Zhao Ningchu to ask Ji Xiuran to go downstairs for dinner. Zhao Ningchu came to the stairs slowly and saw Ji Xiuran walking down with a sullen face.
He simply ignored her presence and sat on the chair in front of the dining table.
Zhao Ningchu pouted.
Damn, I really put on my pants and didn't recognize anyone. That was not the case when we were in bed last night.
Zhao Ningchu walked forward and sat opposite him.
Neither of them spoke. Ji Xiuran read the newspaper and waited for Uncle Chen to serve the food, while Zhao Ningchu took out his mobile phone to play with it.
She opened WeChat and saw a friend request.
When I clicked it open, I didn't expect it to be Xia Chengan.
What is this damn kid doing with me?
At this time, Uncle Chen brought the prepared dishes to the table. Zhao Ningchu ignored Xia Chengan's friend request and put away his phone.
Looking at the delicious food on the table, Zhao Ningchu rubbed his hands and said, "Uncle Chen, your craftsmanship is really good."
Uncle Chen stood aside: "Thank you, madam. You should try this black-bone chicken soup first. It's very delicious."
Zhao Ningchu nodded: "Okay, a bowl of soup before meals will make you slim and healthy."
After saying that, he reached out and opened the lid.
In an instant, the restaurant was filled with fresh aroma.
Suddenly, Zhao Ningchu felt as if something was rolling in his stomach, which was very uncomfortable.
She quickly put down the lid, covered her mouth and ran towards the bathroom.
Ji Xiuran, who had been ignoring her until now, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Ningchu's leaving figure, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Uncle Chen came out of the kitchen, looked at Zhao Ningchu's condition, and said worriedly: "Sir, what's wrong with your wife?"
Ji Xiuran said with an indifferent expression: "I don't know."
Zhao Ningchu walked out of the bathroom again, her face a little pale.
"Uncle Chen, why does this chicken soup taste so strong?"
Uncle Chen looked confused: "Really? What I do is the same as usual."
"Then why do I always feel like vomiting when I smell it?"
Uncle Chen said excitedly: "Madam, you, your symptoms are the same as those of my daughter-in-law. You are not pregnant, are you?"
After the words were settled, the entire restaurant immediately became quiet.
Pregnant?
Ji Xiuran raised his eyes and looked at her: "Are you pregnant?"
Zhao Ningchu was stunned and directly denied it.
"How is that possible? I may have been feeling sick to my stomach recently."
Ji Xiuran's eyes were locked on her, and Zhao Ningchu continued: "I've already had my period. It came in the morning. If you don't believe it, go to the toilet and take a look."
"You'd better tell the truth, otherwise, I wouldn't mind sending you to the operating table myself."
Zhao Ningchu was stunned and didn't react for a moment, so he asked: "What do you mean?"
Ji Xiuran said two words with an indifferent expression.
"abortion."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ningchu's face suddenly turned pale.
This person was clearly very passionate about me last night. How could he become so indifferent in just one night?
Perhaps, he has always been like this.
Zhao Ningchu said angrily: "Don't worry, even if you accidentally have it, I won't give birth to it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Xiuran slammed his chopsticks on the table, got up and walked towards the entrance with a gloomy face.
With a bang, the door was slammed shut.
Zhao Ningchu felt a little baffled.
You're crazy. Why are you having convulsions?
One afternoon, every employee of Ji's Group was in trepidation, fearing that one of them would be unhappy, do something wrong, and be fired by the boss.
Especially Su Yang, after bringing Ji Xiuran to the company, he found that his big boss was in a very unhappy mood.
In the tea room, Su Yang went to get water and heard his colleagues complaining.
Colleague A: "What happened to Mr. Ji?"
Colleague B: "Who knows? Yesterday, I was praised for my good work on my plan, but in the meeting just now, I was demoted as worthless."
Colleague C: "Mine is not the same."
Colleague A: "Isn't it because the boss's sex life is not harmonious, so he has endocrine disorders?"
When other colleagues heard this, they covered their mouths and laughed.
When Su Yang heard this, he suppressed a smile and walked into the tea room with a serious face: "Are you very free?"
Everyone quickly waved their hands, picked up their cups and slipped out of the tea room.
At this moment, Ji Xiuran was sitting in the office, and his whole body exuded the aura that no strangers should enter.
Whenever he thinks of what Zhao Ningchu said, he gets angry.
Abort the child?
What qualifications does she have to abort his child?