Chapter 76

Song Qingcheng and Ji Zhengting look at each other in tacit agreement. She instinctively wants to open the door.

"Don't go out." Ji Zhengting grabbed her.

Song Qingcheng looks at him unknowingly.

"Change your clothes." Ji Zhengting took a set of sweat steaming clothes from the side and threw them to her.

Song Qingcheng is more puzzled, "I'm at work now."

"You're my wife now." Ji Zhengting's overbearing mouth.

Song Qingcheng's heart trembled inexplicably. Without waiting for her to study what kind of emotion it was, the knock on the door outside suddenly rang out again. Then, there was a shouting, "do you hear the people inside? Open the door quickly, and the police will check the room."

Police?

Song Qingcheng was shocked.

Why did the police come to inspect the room all of a sudden?

"Shall I take it off for you?" Ji Zhengting saw that she was still in a daze and began to speak coldly.

Song Qingcheng didn't care what his intention was, so he changed it first.

Just then, the door outside was kicked open. Song Qingcheng holds his clothes and looks at Ji Zhengting in a hurry. His eyes seem to be asking him for help.

"Watch what I do, change it here." Ji Zhengting stares at her. At the end of the speech, he turned and stood at the door in case anyone should break in.

Outside, someone is talking. It should be Gao Xin.

Song Qingcheng saw that Ji Zhengting turned his back to himself. Anyway, he couldn't see anything, so he solved it on the spot.

"Dong Dong -" the door of the dressing room was knocked again.

Song Qingcheng has just put on a sweat suit. Because it's a man's style, the Nightgown style sweat suit looks a little big on her. However, a pair of snow-white legs are still exposed outside.

Ji Zhengting looked back at her, the last sight fell on her snow-white legs and feet. Song Qingcheng also noticed his eyes. He looked down at his legs and feet. He didn't show a lot. What's his eyes?

People don't always wear skirts like this in summer.

People outside are still waiting. Ji Zhengting reaches out his hand and opens the door.

Outside the door, in addition to Gao Xin, there are several uniformed officers. The chief officer politely said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Ji. I shouldn't have bothered you, but because we are in public office, we may offend you tonight."

"Why, it's against the law for me to accompany my wife out to relax?" Ji Zhengting said, he reached out to song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng came to him and put his hand in his hand. Ji Zhengting took her hand and put her into his arms with a little force. His long arm was around her waist. Song Qingcheng also nestled in his chest. They were really like a loving couple.

The police officer looked at Song Qingcheng in shock, then looked at Ji Zhengting, "when did Mr. Ji get married?"

The marriage of the chief of Ji's family should be a sensation for the whole city. Why didn't you hear about it?

"Not long ago, a month ago."

"May I have your name, miss?" The officer is still a little unconvinced.

There are two purposes in this sentence. One is to test whether they have an improper relationship. The other is to find out the name of the girl so that we can know whether they are married or not.

"Song Qing Cheng."

"I'm really sorry. I hope Mr. and Mrs. Ji will forgive me." If you were someone else, you would have to take it away. But this big man has no real evidence. I'm afraid no one dares to offend him.

Ji Zhengting had a handsome face and said nothing.

"By the way, officer, why did you come here all of a sudden?" Song Qingcheng couldn't help asking.

"We don't come all of a sudden. We've been staring here for a long time." The police officer said meaningfully.

For a long time.

Then these people must have mastered the improper services in the shop, so they launched a surprise attack.

Song Qingcheng now understands Ji Zhengting's intention of asking her to change her work clothes.

It's just, how did he know there were police coming to inspect? Does he have the power of a prophet?

Gao Xin sends the police officer out, and there are two of them left in the room. Song Qingcheng immediately withdraws from his arms.

Ji Zhengting took a look at her and walked towards the dressing room first.

Song Qingcheng suddenly felt dizzy, his body shook, and his breathing became difficult immediately.

Ji Zhengting noticed that her body was shaking and her feet stopped. He looked at her and found that she was covering her chest and breathing hard.

"What's the matter with you?" Ji Zhengting felt that she was wobbly and might fall at any time, so he reached out to help her and put her in his arms.

"No..." Without saying a word completely, song Qingcheng opened her mouth and was about to gasp. My chest was as stuffy as if it was blocked with cotton.

"Sit down first." Ji Zhengting's face changed and he sat down with her. Song Qingcheng clutches his clothes tightly and looks at him with painful eyes. He wants to say something, but he can't say it again."Gao Xin Gao Xin... " Ji Zhengting called anxiously, holding her small hand tightly in his hand, and asked her, "what do you want to say?"

The voice of opening, soft a few degrees.

Song Qingcheng's other hand clenched his fist and hung on his chest, hoping to get through the blocked part of his chest.

At this time, Gao Xin Ran in in a hurry after hearing the sound, "President..."

Seeing song Qingcheng like this, Gao Xin was also confused.

"Come and see what happened to her?" Ji Zhengting was in a hurry and was at a loss.

Gao Xin sees song Qingcheng's appearance, in the head jumps out a possibility, "can it be asthma?"

Song Qingcheng couldn't speak, but she nodded quickly.

Ji Zhengting was shocked for a moment. He didn't expect that song Qingcheng would have asthma when he was so young.

"Now what?" Ji Zhengting asked.

"I'm afraid it's too late to go to the hospital. You take her outside to relieve her. I'll go downstairs to buy medicine first." Gao Xin said and rushed out. Ji Zhengting saw his reaction and knew that song Qingcheng's condition must be very dangerous now.

According to Gao Xin's explanation, Ji Zhengting holds song Qingcheng on the sofa outside. Looking at the painful girl in his arms, he frowns, "how can I help you?"

Song Qingcheng seems to have reached the dangerous state of only breathing out, not breathing in. But when she got outside, the air was a little better, and she also felt a little better.

Ji Zhengting can feel that she feels better. Air is very important to her. He opened all the doors and windows, even the exhaust fan, and the air in the private room circulated.

But asthma can't catch cold suddenly. When song Qingcheng felt a cool air blowing in from the window, she opened her lips, but she still couldn't make a sound. Finally, she pointed to the window.

Ji Zhengting thought that she was afraid of the cold. He pulled up the curtain and then folded back to the sofa to hold her in his lap and arms.

Song Qingcheng is still gasping. Ji Zhengting's eyebrows are tightened again. "Gao Xin went to buy medicine, and then insist on it."