Qiao Zhanchen raised his beautiful white palms and straightened Su Ruoxing's shocked little face.
"Surprise?"
What a surprise!
Su Ruoxing was deeply frightened.
But fortunately, my father took Dabao and Dabao to the cave where he was in retreat to tinker with his precious medicinal materials, and he won't be back tonight.
Zhang's mother was absolutely shocked when she saw the handsome and picturesque Qiao Zhanchen.
"My uncle is so handsome. He is much prettier than the big stars on TV. But why can't he smile?"
Qiao Zhanchen raised his lips slightly as a courtesy and handed out a big red envelope.
"Thank you for taking good care of my woman, Mrs. Zhang."
Zhang Ma smiled happily and said, "My uncle is so generous. I will make tea for him now."
Su Ruoxing, "..." His uncle pretended to be impeccable and his etiquette was in place.
Seeing that Qiao Zhanchen had made a perfect appearance at home and outside, she was ready to issue an eviction order.
"Professor Qiao, thank you very much for today, I'm sorry to waste your precious time anymore.
We appreciate the valuable gift you sent us, but my father won't accept it without reward, so why don't you take it back first?"
The bodyguards looked at each other.
Even a fool could tell that Su Ruoxing actually wanted to drive Qiao Zhanchen away.
This would make Qiao Zhanchen, who had never been rejected by anyone, very embarrassed.
"Why are you still holding on? My wife wants you to go back first." Qiao Zhanchen pretended that his IQ had dropped and didn't care about Su Ruoxing.
He promised to tolerate her, and he was going to be shameless for the first time.
"Yes, Master." The bodyguards exited in an orderly manner.
Qiao Zhanchen looked around and said, "I'm a little tired today. Let's go back to the room and take a rest early."
"Professor Qiao, it's not appropriate for you to stay."
Now that the bodyguard has left, Su Ruoxing feels that she doesn't have to worry about Qiao Zhanchen's face, so she simply stops beating around the bush and makes their relationship clear.
"Professor Qiao, we are not husband and wife now, and my father has discovered through the fake remarriage plan.
You may want me to be your lover or sex partner, but I'm sorry, I don't have this intention.
I'm very grateful for what happened today. I'll make an appointment next time and I'll formally treat you to dinner as a thank you, okay? Please go back first."
"Lover, sex partner?"
Qiao Zhanchen was surprised that Su Ruoxing actually said these two words with incorrect views.
He didn't know that Qiao Chixuan used his mobile phone to send two extremely insulting messages to Su Ruoxing, saying that she was a sex partner.
"Isn't it? You sent the message yourself, Professor Qiao intends to pretend to have amnesia?"
Speaking of which, Su Ruoxing had long been suffocated by the term "shooting buddy".
He actually thinks of her as a sex partner, damn it!
But, what is her identity? It seems that the term "husband" does not unfairly describe her.
This is where she is most angry.
She was angry at herself. Every time he forced her to have sex, she asked herself, did she try her best to resist him?
If a gangster came to hurt her, would she have stabbed him in the heart with a knife without hesitation?
But she was very kind to Qiao Zhanchen and allowed him to succeed time and time again.
So, what is she expecting?
I hope that one day he will really like her and marry her again. Can the family of four be reunited?
This fantasy and expectation should have been completely shattered when Mr. Qiao said that she was not suitable to be the grandson-in-law of the Qiao family, and when Qiao Zhanchen agreed to go on a blind date.
Thinking of this, Su Ruoxing pinched her thigh tightly with her little hands, reminding herself that she could not fall anymore.
Otherwise, she will look down on herself.
"What information, show me."
Qiao Zhanchen's words brought Su Ruoxing back to reality.
"You sent the message yourself. You told me to know the identity of my sex partner, not to cross the line, and not to stalk me."
Su Ruoxing looked at Qiao Zhanchen in disbelief.
He has always been bold and bold, so why would he not acknowledge the messages he sent?
"I don't want to stalk you now, let alone cross the line. Can you please don't cross the line? Pao, friend, teach, teach!"
"What kind of cannon friends are you talking about? Are there still people who want to go shooting mountain cannon together now? My old lady seems to be out of date, and she doesn't understand."
Ma Zhang happened to bring tea and interrupted the two of them.
"Yes, I want a group of people to go to the mountains to mine and shoot artillery."
Su Ruoxing's little face felt hot and she had no choice but to make nonsense to cover up her embarrassment and shame.
"Mother Zhang, Professor Qiao is going back today. He has mysophobia and is not used to spending the night at other people's homes."
"Hey, it's so late, how can we walk at night? How dangerous is it?
Don't worry, uncle, Ma Zhang will go and lay down the brand new and cleanest bedding for you right now, there will definitely be no problem."
"Thank you, Ma Zhang." Qiao Zhanchen gave Zhang Ma a rare smile.
Zhang's mother was so happy that she couldn't stop praising him.
The bed was quickly made, and Su Ruoxing said it was done, but the man was indifferent and insisted on staying.
"If I don't stay, how do I know if Qin Haiqing will come back?"
Su Ruoxing was speechless and choked, "Hai Qing just said casually that he would wait for me at home. He has gone home to discuss marriage now."
"No matter what, I can't trust a scumbag."
Qiao Zhanchen stepped into Su Ruoxing's room forcefully and was greeted by a refreshing fragrance.
This is his first time in Su Ruoxing's room.
Unexpectedly, Su Ruoxing's room was completely different from Qiao Chixuan's room.
Instead of a pile of rouge and gouache, there are rows of bookshelves filled with books. They are simple and plain, filled with the aroma of books.
There was a small potted plant on the table, with unknown flowers blooming in full bloom, and its faint fragrance was very similar to the scent on her body.
When Qiao Zhanchen's eyes fell on Su Ruoxing's bedside, his expression quickly solidified.
"Baby?"
On the bedside table, there is an exquisite photo frame.
This is a photo taken on the 100th day after the triplets were born.
But from Qiao Zhanchen's perspective, the mirror surface of the photo frame was somewhat reflective, and he couldn't see it clearly. He vaguely saw more than one baby on it.
Qiao Zhanchen walked towards the bedside with long legs.
Su Ruoxing's heart skipped a beat.
It's done, I forgot to collect the photos.
If he saw this, wouldn't he immediately understand that she had given birth to triplets?
Su Ruoxing rushed forward in a hurry and quickly locked the photo frame into the drawer.
"This...this is a photo of me when I was a child. I had no clothes on, so I can't look at it."
"I've never seen you before. Why can't I see your childhood photos?"
How could Su Ruoxing's twinkling eyes and panicked expression escape Qiao Zhanchen's penetrating and penetrating gaze?
His eyes darkened a bit, what on earth was Su Ruoxing hiding?
Su Ruoxing decided to divert Qiao Zhanchen's attention and drive him away quickly.
"Professor Qiao, I have decided that we cannot continue. I don't want to be a shady underground lover."
With that said, Su Ruoxing clicked on Qiao Zhanchen's WeChat profile picture and prepared to show him the chat history.
The two heart-wrenching words he sent on WeChat that day were still vivid in her mind, making her clearly realize her own patheticness for the first time:
【I'm very busy, please don't pester me.】
[You can make appointments on weekends, but as a sex partner, please don’t cross the line. 】
But after clicking on WeChat, Su Ruoxing was dumbfounded.
The WeChat chat history actually disappeared.
Qiao Zhanchen stepped forward and took a look, "It's blank. We really haven't sent many WeChat messages."
Su Ruoxing was stunned, "Maybe I accidentally cleared my phone, but there must be chat records on your phone."
Unsurprisingly, when she opened Qiao Zhanchen's phone, there was no chat history with her.
Su Ruoxing almost doubted her life.
"Now, there is no excuse to drive me away, right?"
Qiao Zhanchen hugged Su Ruoxing's slender waist from behind, lowered his handsome face, and gently touched the woman's hair with his delicate chin.
However, his big palm silently stretched towards the place where Su Ruoxing hid the drawer key.
What kind of dirty secret is there in the photo she locked in the drawer?