Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Hearing Chu Zhen's crying cry, he began to reflect on whether he had done something wrong?

When he saw that man and another woman today, he should not tell Chu Zhenxi.

When the man took the initiative to speak to her, she might be easier to accept.

The wines collected by Ji Shaoheng are all fine wines with great stamina.

After crying for a while while lying on the back of the sofa, Chu Zhenxi gradually lost her voice.

Fang Yaqing gently patted her shoulder: "Miss Chu?"

Chu Zhen cherished the unconsciousness of being drunk, without any response.

Ji Shaoheng went downstairs, and the two lifted Chu Zhenxi up from the sofa together. Her dark eyelashes were still shed with tears, and her face was blushed after being drunk.

"I helped her alone and touched yourself carefully." Ji Shaoheng motioned her to let go.

"It's okay, I will pay attention." Chu Zhenci is a woman, Ji Shaoheng is not easy to handle alone, can not hold, can not hug.

The two men supported Chu's cherished side and sent her back to the upstairs guest room.

As soon as he threw the person on the bed, Chu Zhen's stomach twitched up, looking like he wanted to vomit.

Ji Shaoheng pointed to the direction of the bathroom: "The bathroom is there."

She covered her mouth, rushed into the toilet, and spit on the toilet.

Hearing the sound of vomiting from the bathroom, Ji Shaoheng's brow jumped suddenly.

Fang Yaqing was not at ease and followed in.

She stood by the pool and saw Chu Zhen holding the toilet crying dimly and sighed.

After Chu Zhen cherished to vomit the contents of her stomach, she handed her tissues: "Are you all right?"

Chu Zhenxi waved his hand, beckoning that he was fine, knelt down next to the toilet for a while, and then got up.

Fang Yaqing unscrewed her faucet: "Wash first."

Chu Zhenxi held up a handful of water and rinsed his mouth, then washed his face, and wiped his face with the tissue delivered by Fang Yaqing.

Fang Yaqing helped her out of the bathroom, put her on the bed again, took off her shoes, put her feet up, and then looked straight up to Ji Shaoheng.

"Look at her order first, I will go down to hang out the soup."

"I'll go." Ji Shaoheng distressed her. It was more than eleven o'clock. She was tossing about a pregnant woman, afraid she was tired.

Fang Yaqing thought he would not take care of others, so he nodded and reached out to Chu Zhen to take off his coat.

Ji Shaoheng got out of the room, went downstairs into the kitchen, found the sober soup in the incubator, and carried it upstairs.

Fang Yaqing touched the outer wall of the bowl, and when the temperature was right, he yelled softly: "Miss Chu, you wake up, drink the decoction and sleep again."

"Go away, don't disturb me to sleep." Chu Zhen turned over, holding the quilt face inside.

Looking at Ji Shaoheng, Fang Yaqing wondered what to do: "What should I do?"

Ji Shaoheng looked at the unconscious woman who was drunk while seeing a doctor: "Forget it, let her sleep."

Fang Yaqing tried to call her twice, but she didn't respond, and then she could only do so.

She gave Chu Zhen a quilt, and the two left the room and returned to the bedroom.

It was very late, Fang Yaqing was a little tired, and yawned twice in a row.

She didn't want to take a bath, but she had a strong smell of alcohol on her body, took a shower with energy, and fell asleep after falling out on the bed.

Ji Shaoheng came out after taking a shower and saw that his wife had entered Mengxiang, smiled with a lip, and lay down beside her, kissed her hair top, hugged her waist and closed her eyes.