The man's forceful and unmistakable kiss carried a sense of determination, leaving no room for her to escape or even room to breathe. His unique, cool and domineering aura filled the lips and teeth of the two of them!
"Um..." Qiao Wanwan was about to be out of breath and subconsciously reached out to push him, "Zhan... Zhan Jingting... um... you
What..."
During the struggle, both people fell out of their wheelchairs.
Because of her posture, Qiao Wanwan was destined to hit the ground first.
Zhan Jingting immediately raised his hand to protect the back of her head to prevent her from falling.
Qiao Wanwan was so angry that she didn't pay attention to these details. She only knew that although there was a carpet, she still fell hard, and his entire weight was on her.
"Zhan Jingting, get out of here!" Qiao Wanwan roared.
The man was stunned for a moment, and sadness welled up in his dark and deep eyes, which was quickly replaced by a look of determination!
He held her wrist and controlled it easily with one hand. He lit a fire on her body with the other hand. His deep and hoarse voice carried a hint of irresistible force, "You want a divorce, right? I'll let you know now.
Fulfill your marital obligations for Mrs. Zhan!"
After Zhan Jingting finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
"No...I didn't..." Qiao Wanwan felt that her pajamas had been torn apart. Her eyes widened and her whole body tensed up, "Zhan Jingting...
..Let me go...well..."
The man remained unmoved and kissed her harder.
Qiao Wanwan frowned and struggled in his arms, "Zhan Jingting...I hurt..."
The man on her body paused and looked up at her, "Where does it hurt?"
The girl in her arms was pale, with cold sweat on her forehead, "My stomach... my stomach hurts..."
Zhan Jingting hurriedly turned over and sat up, "Did I crush you?"
Qiao Wanwan covered her stomach with both hands, curling up in pain.
Zhan Jingting took a closer look and saw a flash of red suddenly appearing on the snow-white carpet!
"Wanwan, what's wrong with you?" The man was completely panicked, "I didn't meet you at all! Someone come! Call the doctor!"
Jiang Dong hurried over with a female doctor. After examining Qiao Wanwan, he walked out of the room and reported, "Master Zhan, Madam is fine. She just had her period, and the stress caused her lower abdomen to cramp. I gave her painkillers."
, I have fallen asleep now."
"I got it." The man closed his eyes, "You go downstairs and wait. You are not allowed to leave tonight."
"yes."
...
Qiao Wanwan woke up and found that it was already dawn.
Zhan Jingting was not in the room, and the divorce agreement was missing. It was as if nothing happened yesterday.
There was a dull pain in her lower abdomen, and Qiao Wanwan felt so uncomfortable that she had no strength at all.
She waited for a while before getting out of bed with her tired body, holding her stomach and slowly moving to the bathroom.
Qiao Wanwan washed herself and went downstairs. The maid came up to greet her and reported, "Madam, the gentleman asked me to tell you that he is on a business trip."
Qiao Wanwan pursed her lips and said, "I understand."
I just don’t know how long he plans to disappear this time, let alone what medicine he plans to give her!
"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."
"Thanks."
Qiao Wanwan was sitting in the restaurant, slowly drinking porridge. She was obviously so hungry that her chest pressed against her back, but she couldn't taste the food and couldn't swallow it.???.
She thought it was time for her to move away from here, but she was feeling really uncomfortable and might not be able to go out and look for a house for a while.
Qiao Wanwan forced herself to drink most of the bowl of porridge, then got up and went upstairs. As soon as she reached the stairs, she heard the conversation of several maids.
"My husband is gone, and I can finally relax for a few days. Even when he is home, I feel like I am working with my head in my hands."
"No, I'd rather hang my head and see my husband every day than have him not come home."
"Stop daydreaming. Is this sir something you can dream about?"
"If I had known that an ugly and lame woman could marry my husband, I should have worked harder. Maybe I would be the hostess of this villa now. If it didn't work out, I could get 10 million even if I got a divorce.
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"That woman is really off-putting. Fortunately, my husband can eat in front of her."
"It's better now. My husband's mother came to visit me. Her good days are over. Her face was ugly when my husband left. The marriage was obviously divorced."
Qiao Wanwan smiled lightly and walked upstairs slowly.
For two days in a row, Zhan Jingting did not come back.
Qiao Wanwan never left the villa and spent most of her time lying in bed resting.
In the evening, she got up and went downstairs, asking the maid, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
The maid looked her over, and her attitude was obviously different from before, "Anyway, sir is not coming back, and both chefs have asked for leave, so no one will cook for you today."
Qiao Wanwan went to the kitchen by herself. She was not so squeamish that she would starve to death if no one took care of her.
The maid followed her into the kitchen and said, "I just tidied the refrigerator, so don't mess with it."
Qiao Wanwan turned to look at her, "Did I make a mistake? Are you the mistress of this villa?"
This maid was the nymphomaniac who fought against Jing Ting. This maid was poked into her mind, and she suddenly became angry and said, "Don't use your status as a hostess to pressure me, and don't take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Are you worthy of being a husband?"
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"You're already lame and you don't know how to behave. You're seducing men with a charming look, and you're actually pretending to be pregnant to trick your husband into marrying you. You think you're acting in a palace fight!"
"Who told you that I coaxed him into marrying me."
"Does this need to be said? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is rich and handsome. Although he is in a wheelchair, it does not affect his charm at all." When Zhan Jingting was mentioned, the maid's eyes were filled with pink bubbles.
Pao said, "Look at you again, what makes you worthy of being a husband? People from the Zhan family have come out to drive you away, and you are still shamelessly staying here. It's really shameless..."
Qiao Wanwan smiled indifferently and took out a bag of bread from the refrigerator, "Comparing people to each other is really annoying. I am ugly and lame, but I can become Mrs. Zhan, but you, who are healthy and have good facial features, can only work here to earn a little money."
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The maid almost died of anger, "Don't be so proud! Didn't you see that your husband didn't come back? When he comes back, he will definitely divorce you!"
Qiao Wanwan gnawed on the bread, "I originally wanted to wish you that your dream will come true soon, but then I thought about it. A crow is still a crow when it flies on a branch, not to mention that Zhan Jingting doesn't like you at all."
"You..." the maid was so angry that she said, "Just wait for me, I will watch you get kicked out by your husband! Let's see how proud you are of it then!"
Qiao Wanwan looked away and went upstairs with the bread.
In the next few days, the chef didn't come to work, and the maids didn't even prepare hot water for Qiao Wanwan.
Qiao Wanwan didn't argue with them, but she was in no mood to cook and ordered takeout every day.
Zhan Jingting has been away from home for five days without even a phone call or text message.
But even if he didn't, Qiao Wanwan was still very confused. Even if he called, she wouldn't answer the call.
Or maybe, as the maid said, he was ready to divorce her.
The weather has been very bad these past few days, the rain has not stopped, and it is raining heavily and sometimes lightly, which makes people feel depressed.
Qiao Wanwan forced herself not to think about those messy things and was about to change her clothes and go downstairs. As soon as she reached the door of the cloakroom, she heard the voices of several maids coming from inside.
"Oh, this dress is so beautiful. It looks so beautiful when I wear it!"
"You are so fat that your skirt is almost bursting. I have to say that the cripple has a really good figure. She looks like a dresser, but she seems to have never worn these clothes. She always wears her own old clothes."
"She looks like that. No matter how nice she is, it's useless. She might as well dress her for me."
"You can put it on and then take it off. After all, this is her thing."
"There are so many new clothes. If I take one or two, she won't be able to notice them. You can also pick a few. One day I will become the new wife and I will never treat you badly."
Qiao Wanwan went to wait at the corner, and soon saw them each taking a few pieces of clothing and sneaking downstairs.
Qiao Wanwan then entered the cloakroom and went to get clothes from her suitcase, when she suddenly realized something was wrong.
She turned pale, immediately went downstairs, looked at several maids sitting on the sofa in the living room eating fruit, and asked, "Who touched my suitcase?"
The nymphomaniac maid said disdainfully, "Who would touch your suitcase if nothing happens?"
"Someone touched my suitcase. It doesn't matter anything else, but there is a Baijia blanket in it. Hand it over to me."
"We've never seen any Baijia rugs before, please stop touching them!"
Qiao Wanwan said word for word, "That blanket is worthless, I say it one last time, hand it over."
"You also said it's worthless. We haven't seen any good things. Will you give you a blanket?"
Qiao Wanwan lost her patience, stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar, "Don't make me repeat it again, hand it over to me!"
Several other maids immediately stood up and pushed her, "How could you do this? You are so incompetent!"
Qiao Wanwan sneered, "I'll give you one last chance to hand over my blanket, otherwise I'll call the police and say I lost something. Are you sure your hands and feet are clean and you can avoid the police's search?"
Several maids suddenly panicked and looked at each other at a loss.
The nymphomaniac maid frowned and said, "Oh, you said that ugly blanket, right? I threw it away!"
Qiao Wanwan's pupils suddenly tightened, "Where did you throw it!"
"Sent to the garbage station along with the morning's garbage."
Qiao Wanwan immediately rushed out of the villa.
"She didn't go looking for it, right? That blanket seems to be very important to her. We won't cause trouble, right?"
The nymphomaniac maid disagreed, "It's just a tattered blanket. Just throw it away. I just want to give her some color to see! Let's see how she can't leave!"
Qiao Wanwan found the garbage station closest to the villa.
There were several buckets of trash here. She ignored the dirt and dug through the trash cans in the rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Qiao Wanwan wiped the rainwater from her face with her arm, enduring the dirt and smell, and searched for bucket after bucket.
The black Bentley slowly drove into the villa area. Jiang Dong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced outside and was stunned, "Master Zhan, that seems to be... Madam!"
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