CEO Husband, Don't Bother Me

After dinner and tea, Uncle Qiao called and indicated that we should go to bed.

I withdrew my hand from the hallway. "It's late. I have to go back."

"Qian Xun, don't go back tonight."

"No." My thoughts are in a mess tonight. I don't want to be in the Qiao family, even though they probably still have a room for me. I have to go back, did Ji Xiaobei go back yet?

He said flatly, "It's so late, and there's no car down here."

Then, he's clearly not giving me a ride. Let's see how I get down the mountain.

I took out my cell phone and tried to call a taxi, but it was completely dark. Maybe I accidentally turned it off and turned it on again.

Qiao Dongcheng leaned against the wall and calmly looked at me. "Look, my father is not in very good health right now. QianXun, he will be happier if you stay here. Nothing has changed in your room. "

"Goodbye." He continued to walk on his high heels.

"Qian Xun." He frowned and caught up with her. "Are you going back to another man at this late hour? "Qian Xun, can you be a bit more self-loving? I can give you whatever you want."

"Qiao Dongcheng, I think you're mistaken. The reason why I didn't oppose the marriage is because this is what my father wished before he passed away. If you don't want to marry me, then that's for the best. In my eyes, marriage is a marriage.

Sometimes, I don't know why I'm alive. Why is it that I have to busy myself day and night? I don't have a purpose, I don't have an ideal. If there's something my father wants me to do before he dies, I'll do it.

After walking a long way, I could still see the faint shadow in the window. I think he was angry with me for my attitude, but that was his true self.

Walk down the road, so long ah, high heels are now a pair of deadly shackles, every step further is torture, let my feet pain.

Thus, he took off his fingers to walk barefooted. The night wind was no longer bone-piercing cold, but it was still sweeping away my weak warmth.

After waiting for a while at the foot of the mountain, he hailed a taxi. The radio station was singing loudly: "All dead must be loved, all dead must be loved, all dead must be loved …"

What is this love, I wondered, this Martian love?

After paying to get off the car, he was surprised to see Ji Xiaobei squatting at the entrance of the district and throwing away his cigarette butt.

I threw my high heels in front of him and angrily accused him, "Only the officials of Xuzhou will set fire to the city and won't light the lamps."

He looked up at me, smiled, and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Ji Xiao Bei, carry me back. I'm going to bubble at the bottom of my feet."

"Alright." He got up and I patted him again.

"Buy a new pair, don't ask for this pair."

I said brusquely, "I want this pair."

Feeling helpless, he had no choice but to turn around and put it on his belt. He patted it and smiled at me. "How is it? Is there any chance of turning around?"

He was beaming with joy like fireworks. I threw myself on top of him and said, "Carry me."

He easily carried me on his back and walked through the entrance of the district. The security personnel looked at him in surprise. He chuckled and said, "Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife."

His back was very warm, very broad and really comfortable. He really wanted to lean on his back for a lifetime.

The first thing he did when he got back to the apartment was to find another battery and put it on.

He quietly watched from the side, and the smile on his face was filled with joy.