Qiao Wanwan picked up the bath towel and hurriedly wrapped it around herself, feeling ashamed and angry, "Zhan Jingting, I'm really going to be angry!"
The man then looked away and said, "I won't watch anymore."
"But you just saw it all!"
"It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"That's different. The light was so dim that night, how could you see clearly!"
The man's eyes deepened, "Mrs. Zhan, are you sure you want to discuss with me the issue of whether you saw clearly that night?"
Qiao Wanwan's face turned pale with anger, "Get out! I need to change clothes!"
The man then controlled the wheelchair and left. Before he left the cloakroom, he heard the girl behind him comforting him.
"Calm down! Don't be impulsive! If you kill him, you will become a widow Qiao Wanwan!"
Zhan Jingting: "..."
Qiao Wanwan took a deep breath and went to look for pajamas in the closet.
He did prepare pajamas for her, but Qiao Wanwan looked through them and found that each piece had less fabric than the last piece!
Qiao Wanwan was stunned. This Zhan Jingting looked like a human and looked like a dog. He didn't expect that he had such a hobby!
Sure enough, no one can judge by appearance!
And his appearance that night was indeed not abstinent.
Qiao Wanwan abandoned a cabinet of pajamas and went to find a man's white shirt to put on. It was just long enough to be used as a skirt.
Half an hour later, Zhan Jingting came out of the bathroom, and Qiao Wanwan immediately ran up and asked, "Zhan Jingting, where is my suitcase? Didn't I say it was brought to the master bedroom?"
Zhan Jingting looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes darkened.
She was wearing his shirt, which made her even more petite, and her long, straight, white legs were eye-catching.
The man's Adam's apple rolled up and his voice became hoarse, "What suitcase do you need at this late hour?"
"Change clothes. The clothes you prepared are too see-through. I can't wear them. I want to sleep in my own clothes."
Zhan Jingting curled his lips, "You'll have to take it off after wearing it for a while, huh?"
Qiao Wanwan: "..."
She really wanted to beat this stinky man to death!
Zhan Jingting lay down on the bed, "Madam, why don't you come over and rest?"
Qiao Wanwan was extremely nervous, but she didn't dare to show her timidity, so she turned around and walked towards him openly.
The man looked at her leisurely, "Are you nervous?"
"Why am I nervous?"
"You are in the same boat."
Qiao Wanwan: "..."!!!
She slowly moved over, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, remembering something, and said, "Zhan Jingting, I'm pregnant, we can't do that!"
The man looked at her leisurely, "Which one?"
"You ask questions knowingly, but there are flowers and candles in the wedding room!"
"So you've been thinking about the wedding all night." Zhan Jingting looked at her seriously, "But madam, let me remind you, don't think about it when you're pregnant. I didn't want to do anything to you tonight.
"
Qiao Wanwan: "..."!!!
This man is really hateful!
She lay down on the bed angrily and pulled the quilt to cover herself.
The next second, a slender and powerful arm scooped her into a familiar embrace.
Qiao Wanwan opened her eyes and glared at him, "What are you doing?"
"sleep!"
"I don't want to be held in your arms to sleep." Qiao Wanwan said disgustedly.
"We are husband and wife, we must sleep together."
"Who stipulates that couples must sleep in each other's arms?"
"Husband and wife still have to fulfill their obligations. Since they can't fulfill their obligations, what's wrong with sleeping with you in my arms?"
Qiao Wanwan: "..."
Sophistry, this man is so good at sophistry!
She couldn't argue with him, and she didn't bother to argue. She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
Under the dim sleeping light, the man stared at her sleeping face tenderly. After a long time, he placed a kiss on his forehead and said, "Happy wedding, Mrs. Zhan."
...
Strangely enough, Qiao Wanwan often suffered from insomnia at Qiao's house, but this night she slept until dawn for the first time.
The girl slowly woke up, but before she opened her eyes, a strange sound came from her ears.
Like a man's muffled sound.
She opened her eyes suddenly and saw the man's pale and handsome face.
"Zhan Jingting, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Wanwan saw the sweat on his face and hurriedly sat up, "Does your head hurt again?"
"Um."
Qiao Wanwan hurriedly went to the drawer and took out a silver needle to prick him.
She went to the bathroom and got a towel to wipe his sweat, "Have you been in pain for a long time? Why didn't you wake me up?"
The man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, "I want you to sleep a little longer."
Qiao Wanwan was startled when she wiped her sweat with her hand. In all the years she had been in the imperial capital, no one had ever felt so sorry for her.
When she just woke up, he put his hand under her neck, fearing to wake her up, and kept himself from crying out.
Qiao Wanwan held back the astringency in her eyes and felt his pulse, "Your pulse is disordered, your qi and blood are irregular, and you must have been poisoned recently, right?"
Zhan Jingting looked at her in surprise, "Can you do this?"
"you answer me first."
"Yes, that night, I was poisoned, but I took the antidote in time, but I didn't expect something strange happened to my body and I couldn't control myself at all."
She just appeared, like sweet rain after a long drought, and he no longer wanted to restrain himself.
Qiao Wanwan murmured in a low voice, "It turns out it's not sperm that's on the brain..."
"What did you say?"
"I said it should be a side effect of the antidote!"
A smile appeared on Zhan Jingting's pale face, "You haven't told me where you learned your medical skills."
"I met an old Chinese medicine doctor and learned a little bit about it."
When she first returned to Qiao's house, she would take the maid's pulse, but Liu Yaqin disliked her and said she couldn't handle it. From then on, she never saw a doctor again, and she only locked herself in her room to study medical skills and perform acupuncture on models.
Zhan Jingting didn't expose it, and if he dared to give him acupuncture with such confidence, it was definitely more than superficial.
The man's face gradually returned to color, he sat up and kissed her gently on the face, "Good morning, madam."
Qiao Wanwan: "..."
"Zhan Jingting, how did you manage to feel so painful one second and then start teasing me the next?"
The man chuckled, "You are gifted and you can teach yourself without a teacher."
"Sell yourself and boast."
After Qiao Wanwan went to wash up, she went to the next room to get her suitcase. As soon as she opened the door and entered, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.
The entrance is a super luxurious cloakroom, full of women's clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry cabinets.
It can be called a woman's paradise.
In Qiao's house, Qiao Yuqi also has a large cloakroom, but it is incomparable to the one in front of her.
Qiao Wanwan took out her clothes from the suitcase and put them on. When she was leaving, Zhan Jingting came out of the master bedroom.
Qiao Wanwan didn't want to interfere, but she couldn't help but ask, "Master Zhan, how many women have you raised to have such a big cloakroom?"
Zhan Jingting looked at her, "Didn't you realize they were all your size?"
Qiao Wanwan: "..."
She reacted belatedly, "Don't tell me, it was prepared for me."
"if not?"
Qiao Wanwan was stunned, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.
It's a bit touching and a bit sweet, like eating a long-coveted lollipop when I was a kid.
"Mrs. Zhan, I have never raised a woman." The man suddenly said solemnly, "From today on, I will only raise you. If you don't raise me well, you can bring it up and I will correct it."
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