"Why are you here?" When Zhu Xiaowei raised her head to see the man in front of her, she asked him, "you, how are you here?"
Pei Haoran came here with a briefcase in his right hand. He frowned and watched her squatting on the dirty stone steps.
Especially looking at her tears, she suddenly got angry, raised her voice and asked, "I'm asking you, Zhu Xiaowei, why are you alone in this place?"
Maybe his voice suddenly rose, with anger, she looked at him, the more red eyes, tearful eyes full of grievances, uncontrollable cry, "I, i... I don't know, I seem to do anything wrong, I'm useless."
While she was crying, she tried to speak vaguely, just like a quiet and timid person who was scared and couldn't stop her tears.
Pei Haoran looks at her this grievance crying appearance, in the heart blocked flustered, he usually teases her also did not see angry, also did not know which bastard bullied her.
"Why are your clothes wet?"
Pei Haoran put the briefcase aside, squatted down to examine her carefully, and then found that there was an obvious palm print on her cheek.
Suddenly angry on the heart, anxiously asked, "this is who hit?"
For a long time, no one squatted in front of him and spoke to her in that warm voice. Zhu Xiaowei touched some emotions, rushed over and held the person in front of him, murmured and tried to explain to himself, "I, I really don't have money, they want millions, what can I do? I can't make so much money, I know I'm useless..."
Pei Haoran couldn't hear what she was saying, but her soft body suddenly hugged him, which made him stiff for a second, and there was a trace of tension in Qingjun's face.
He has little contact with women.
He sighed, wondering whether to push her away now. But soon Pei Haoran noticed that the little woman was very hot. She was wet and didn't know how long the cold wind had been blowing here.
It's also a coincidence that he came here today. A company in front of him discussed cooperation with him and signed all the contracts. He left with his assistant to go back to the city center. He glanced at the car window and found a familiar figure.
In fact, he is also skeptical attitude came, did not expect to really be this fool Zhu Xiaowei.
The woman in his arms is still crying. It seems that she has been wronged for a long time. She is bullied by others today.
Looking down at her weeping face, Pei Haoran hesitated for a long time before he said, "Zhu, Zhu Xiaowei, don't rub your tears on my clothes." He wanted to tease her as usual, but this time his voice was a little weaker.
Maybe she cried too long. The woman in her arms belched and reacted slowly. She yelled angrily, "you're a man. How can you not speak well all day long?"
Pei Haoran is strange, "sick courage fat?"
"Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water!"
The "pig" in his arms even dared to retort. Pei Haoran couldn't laugh or cry. Looking at the woman's red nose and grievance, he tried to teach her a lesson, but he couldn't say it.
Pei Haoran takes the mobile phone in his pocket and calls his assistant. He asks the assistant to call the car and drive in directly. He picks up the half asleep little woman and enters the back seat of the car. He reports to Zhu Xiaowei's residence directly.
After taking Zhu Xiaowei home, she was already in a semi coma.
After a quick account of the business with the assistant, he stayed.
Pei Haoran looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and sighed.
Before Qiao bao'er lived in her home and left a lot of medical drugs, so Pei Haoran quickly found the medicine for a cold and high fever.
He took half a cup of warm water, sat at the head of the bed, raised her upper body against her chest, whispered in her ear, and called, "Zhu Xiaowei, wake up, take some medicine first, and then go to sleep."
Pei Haoran feels that it's like coaxing a child to take medicine, and he's only lucky that Zhu Xiaowei is a good coax woman. She almost instinctively cooperates, just like her disposition. If it's Qiao bao'er, it's really a headache.
Pei Haoran gently put her back on the bed and pulled the quilt for her. Looking at the tears on her face, she felt very complicated and angry.
She turned around and went to the bathroom, wet the towel with warm water, then went back to the head of the bed and wiped her face carefully. Zhu Xiaowei seemed not used to being waited on, so she turned over uneasily.
"If you are sick all your life, you will be restless." Pei Haoran complained in a low voice.
However, as soon as she turned over, Pei Haoran thought of another thing. Her clothes were wet. How can I change them for her?
Although she lived in the same suite in C City last time, Pei Haoran slept on the sofa all night and didn't look at her much. Now he has to face a real woman
Pei Haoran was stunned for a minute. His head, which could calm down in the face of countless business problems, suddenly got stuck.
In fact, he and Guan Lei used to sleep in separate rooms. Only he and Guan Lei knew about this.
"Zhu Xiaowei, take off your own clothes." Pei Haoran said to the air with some trickery, and his brain mended that the woman could solve the problem automatically.
Of course, it's impossible.
Pei Haoran looks at the sleeping woman. He begins to doubt that he has been a wet nurse for too long. His idea is becoming more and more naive and wrong. It seems that he will be like this only after he meets Zhu Xiaowei.
In other words, this woman makes his IQ lower and lower.
Five minutes later, Pei Haoran's smart head came to the conclusion that he was more than thirty men, and he did not dare to take off a woman's clothes.
It's a shame.
Pei Haoran first took off his glasses. He hoped that he could not see them clearly. Then he went to the bedside, bent down and lifted the quilt. Then he mechanically untied the button of her coat and threw away her coat and the underlying shirt inside. This was going to be pulled out on her head
Take off her shoes, and her black tights, which are a little wet, and it's not good for her to sleep in them... Pei Haoran sighs again, looks complicated and turns his head, and his movements are very stiff.
"Stupid people don't know if they've been eaten."
Finally, be accomplished, Pei Haoran stood by the bed without make complaints about this quiet sleeping face.
Although he was Tucao, but staring at this face, he make complaints about his lips.
Zhu Xiaowei looks very ordinary, 1.58, no specialty, is a very ordinary and simple girl.
She is very good-natured and kind-hearted. She is easy to be happy. Occasionally, she secretly collects those discount coupons. She seems to be able to be happy all day long as she takes up the stool.
The world is too impetuous, but he thinks such a simple girl is very good.
Zhu Xiaowei had a deep sleep. Her strange dream might be a dream of some beautiful things. She had a satisfied smile on her sleeping face. She was quiet and clever.
Look at the clock on the wall. It's 6 p.m.
Qiao bao'er has been waiting at home for a long time. Before, Zhu Xiaowei said that she would come to go shopping with her. Why hasn't she arrived yet? She repeated several calls with her mobile phone, but still didn't answer.
"What is she up to?" Recently, Xiao Zhu often stood her up.
She guessed that it might have something to do with Pei Haoran, or be entangled by Pei Yi.
But after thinking about it, Xiao Zhu has always been very considerate. Even if she broke an appointment last Christmas, she would call her first to explain. Qiao bao'er suddenly felt that something was wrong. She wanted to go to Zhu Xiaowei's home to have a look.
She quickly picked up her wallet, cell phone, changed her clothes and shoes, opened the door and ran out.
But as soon as the door was opened by her, job was stunned.
"You, you..." Qiao bao'er was shocked. She didn't expect that Jun Zhimu was at her door.
"Where are you going?"
On the contrary, Jun Zhimu's deep voice was a little hasty. He asked inexplicably. His right palm suddenly clasped her wrist, as if she was not allowed to run away.
It made Qiao bao'er feel painful. She wanted to be angry, but she looked at his deep eyes, and his cold face was white and red.
Qiao bao'er frowned and stared at him. Even the palm of his hand at this time was hot. "Junzhimu, are you sick?"