Jealous kiss

The two of them were in a stalemate for two seconds. Zhou Wenting closed the door of the room behind him, stared at her and said, "This is my room. I'm here to change my clothes."

"Oh." Jiang Xiao was a little embarrassed and nodded in response.

After saying that, he took two steps towards her, stopped in front of her, frowned his handsome eyebrows, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Jiang Xiao, forgive me for being so presumptuous..."

"If you know it's presumptuous, then don't ask." Jiang Xiao interrupted him, then took two steps back, silently distanced herself from him, "You know, it's best for us to pretend that we don't know each other."

Zhou Wenting frowned even deeper, his eyes swept across her pretty face. He had a lot of questions to ask, such as when did she meet his uncle, and why did she marry his uncle. So many questions lingered in his mind, making him depressed.

God knows how shocked he was when his guess was confirmed. He originally thought that maybe it was just a coincidence of name and surname, and it was not the Jiang Xiao he knew, but reality slapped him in the face.

Jiang Xiao is Jiang Xiao, there is no second one.

He thought he shouldn't be so self-indulgent, but a corner of his heart still couldn't help but throb, which made him think that "Jiang Xiao married Zhou Qishen to irritate him and to be angry with him."

After all, how could two people who had no connection with each other get to know each other and get married in such a short period of time? Zhou Qishen is not such a reckless person, so it can only be Jiang Xiao...

She is a girl who dares to love and hate, and is enthusiastic and proactive, but he doesn't want to think about how Jiang Xiao used the same methods she used on him before on his uncle, and he doesn't want to guess whether they have gone a step further.

"Xiaoxiao, are you getting close to my uncle because of me..."

The rest of the words got stuck in his throat and Zhou Wenting didn't have the courage to ask.

When Jiang Xiao heard the word "Xiaoxiao" coming out of his mouth, the expression on her face changed.

When they were still together, Jiang Xiao had wanted him to call her baby or darling many times, but he never did, and even felt disgusted.

So she had to settle for the next best thing and asked him to call her Xiaoxiao like everyone else. However, he never met such a simple request between lovers and only called her name in a distant manner.

Now that they broke up, he was willing to cross the line and call her Xiaoxiao?

Jiang Xiao looked at his tangled and hesitant expression, and suddenly laughed silently, "Don't call me Xiaoxiao, it makes me uncomfortable. Besides, given our current relationship, you should call me little aunt, right? Call me and let me hear it."

"..." Zhou Wenting pursed his lips and his face darkened.

At this moment, a dull and steady voice appeared behind Jiang Xiao: "Wife, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Qishen took a big step forward, relying on the advantage of his long legs, and took two steps at a time. Soon he appeared behind Jiang Xiao. His big hands naturally and relaxedly rested on Jiang Xiao's waist, which was barely grasped, but was pinched tightly.

He first glanced at Zhou Wenting, then side-glanced at Jiang Xiao and smiled tenderly: "I ran into my mother on the way, I asked her to go first, I'll accompany you for the rest of the trip."

Jiang Xiao felt the force gradually tightening around her waist, and vaguely sensed that the person next to her was angry. She fluttered her eyelashes and tried to reply in a calm voice: "Nothing to talk about."

Zhou Wenting looked at the person in front of him who was very close to him, talking as if whispering in each other's ears. He clenched his fists silently, feeling even more uncomfortable. He could only say goodbye first: "I'm leaving first."

Zhou Qishen nodded slightly, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

Jiang Xiao didn't look back, and guessed that Zhou Wenting had already walked away, so she lowered her voice and said, "Can you let go?"

"No." Zhou Qishen tilted his head, glanced at the man who had not left his sight, and rejected her request expressionlessly.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help but pry his fingers apart with her hands, and her voice was tinged with dissatisfaction: "You're hugging me so hard that my waist hurts."

When Zhou Qishen heard these words, it was as if she was silently resisting, resisting any intimate actions in front of Zhou Wenting.

"Bear the pain." Zhou Qi narrowed his deep eyes, held her chin, and brushed her jawbone with his fingertips, "Xiaoxiao, I'm in a bad mood now, don't force me to kiss you in front of him."

Jiang Xiao heard the anger in his tone, and also heard the implicit meaning behind his words. It turned out that he misunderstood her and Zhou Wenting?

For a moment, she couldn't understand his train of thought and glared at him with a frown: "What are you talking about? What... um."

The strong kiss was more draining than any other time before, especially since he didn't control his strength, but pinched her chin and kissed her fiercely, sucking and sucking without any regard for her feelings.

Jiang Xiao was forced by him to stagger two steps to the side, and her lower back unexpectedly hit the railing. Although his palm and forearm cushioned the impact, she still frowned in pain. She was so angry that tears came out, her eyes were full of water, and she stepped on the instep of his foot.

The heels of the stilettos were extremely sharp and would hurt terribly if stepped on, but he ignored it and continued to come closer and refused to let go.

Jiang Xiao finally caught the opportunity, opened her mouth and bit his lower lip fiercely. While he was in pain, she quickly turned her head away from his shackles and slapped him in the face: "You bastard! Let go."

The pain from the palm of her hand awakened Jiang Xiao's mind. She stared blankly at the red mark on Zhou Qishen's face and his gloomy eyes. She was afraid, but she did not regret doing it.

Similarly, the pain from his face brought Zhou Qishen back to his senses. He met the other person's timid eyes and regretted kissing Jiang Xiao impulsively.

"I'm sorry, I lost my mind." He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her, but she dodged him.

Even so, he didn't mind, but he didn't get closer to her and asked cautiously: "Does your hand hurt?"

Jiang Xiao was almost driven crazy by him. In such a tense situation, he still had the mood to ask her if her hand hurt?

Speaking of hands, Jiang Xiao pursed her lips and glanced at his arms hidden under his suit. Thinking about how his hands had just been hit against the railing, his hands must have been very painful, but so what, he deserved it.

"It hurts! It's all your fault. Why are you going crazy for no reason?" Jiang Xiao reached out, pinched his chin, and used some force to move it to the side. The left half of his face that was hit was completely exposed in front of her eyes.

The flawless skin turned red in a large area, and the marks of fingers became more obvious.

In the Zhou family, the heir to the patriarch was beaten. If someone asked about it later, Jiang Xiao would still be a little scared.

She couldn't help but sigh and complained, "Why are you so weak? Your face is red..."

"Maybe it's because no one has ever hit me." Zhou Qishen's Adam's apple rolled and he let her hand rub the red area.

Jiang Xiao thought about it and realized, who would dare to hit him?

Rubbing the area in front of her eyes didn't work. Jiang Xiao's patience was almost exhausted. She stared at him again and again, and asked unhappily, "Will this reduce the swelling? Or can you ask someone to bring some ice?"

"Okay." Zhou Qishen nodded.

"Don't ask for ice cubes directly. Say "bring up ice water with more ice." If you ask for ice cubes directly, people may be suspicious. Asking for ice water is much more tactful.

After saying that, Jiang Xiao took the lead and walked towards Zhou Qishen's room. It was at the end of the corridor and was very easy to find. When she reached the door, she discovered that Zhou Qishen and Zhou Wenting's rooms were only two rooms apart and were quite close.

"Are these two rooms unoccupied?" Jiang Xiao had already calmed down a lot, and now all her attention was on removing the slap mark from Zhou Qishen, so her tone returned to normal.

"Well, no one lives there." Zhou Qishen followed her, answering her questions while calling the servant for two glasses of ice water.

Zhou Qishen's room was not locked, and Jiang Xiao opened the door smoothly. The space was very large, and the decoration style was completely different from his own apartment. It was warm and comfortable wood tones, and the furniture was also in Chinese style.

Zhou Qishen seemed to see through her thoughts and explained in a gentle voice: "Every room in the old house basically looks like this."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiao retracted her gaze, glanced at him, and rolled her eyes, "I didn't ask."

His attention was drawn to the three photo frames placed on the desk. One was a photo of Zhou Qishen as a child, another was a high school graduation photo, and the other was a family portrait of three people.

Zhou Qishen caught her gaze and said to himself, as if he hadn't heard what she said just now: "I haven't lived here for a long time. It must have been my mother who cleaned it up."

Jiang Xiao walked over and picked up a photo of him in high school. The background was the gate of a private high school. Zhou Qishen was wearing a school uniform and standing upright with flowers in his hand. He had short hair and an expressionless face on his handsome and upright face.

She knew this high school. It was the best private high school in Beijing and a gathering place for wealthy people. She had studied here for a year, but after her mother passed away, she transferred to the city where her grandfather lived.

In fact, Zhou Qishen could be considered half her senior, but she just wouldn't admit it.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xiao pursed her lips and whispered, "You were quite a top student in high school."

He is a young man full of vigor and vitality, but his expression is too serious, making him look like an old and conservative person.

Zhou Qishen was not polite, and leaned lazily towards the window: "It's not like, it's me."

Jiang Xiao pulled the corner of her mouth, put down the photo frame, glanced over, and snorted: "You really are not modest at all."

At this moment, the servant who brought up ice water knocked on the door, interrupting their conversation.

Jiang Xiao took the initiative to go over and get a tray with two glasses of ice water. After saying thank you, she closed the door and gestured to Zhou Qishen to sit on the chair. She put the tray on the cabinet, then picked up one of the glasses and put it on the left half of Zhou Qishen's face.

The glass filled with ice cubes is extremely cool and feels very comfortable when applied to my slightly red and swollen face.

"Use it to apply on your face." After saying this, Jiang Xiao let go of Zhou Qishen's hand after he took the ice water consciously. She didn't want to tire herself out, so Zhou Qishen had to bear the slap himself.

Zhou Qishen obediently pressed the glass against his cheek, raised his eyes to look at the idle Jiang Xiao, his eyes darkened, and kindly reminded: "It's almost time for dinner, the swelling won't go away in a short time."

"Just apply it first, it will fade away as much as possible." Jiang Xiao took a closer look and found that the palm print had faded a lot. Except for some unusual redness, there was basically no big problem.

Silence spread in the air. After a while, Zhou Qishen came up again and said meaningfully, "Xiaoxiao, my feet actually hurt more."

The deep male voice seemed to be poured into their ears, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

Jiang Xiao lowered her eyes when she heard that, and found that there were several gray shoe prints on the man's originally smooth shoe surface.

That's what she just stepped on.

Because I was angry, I didn't control the strength well, so it must have hurt quite a lot.

Jiang Xiao felt guilty for a moment, then snorted stubbornly, "You deserve it."

"Hmm?" There was a hint of smile in the tail end of the voice.

Jiang Xiao raised her beautiful eyes, scanned up and down, gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "Isn't it?"

Seeing this, Zhou Qishen was speechless and could only nod his head: "Yes."

Jiang Xiao thought it was about time, so she stood up from the chair and held his chin to compare left and right. The ice compress was still effective. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that he had been beaten.

But just in case, Jiang Xiao still gave him a new cup of ice water and said, "Stay for a while."

"My hands are cold." Zhou Qishen looked at her quite aggrievedly.

As if to prove that he was not lying, he reached out and placed his hand on the back of Jiang Xiao's hand. His palm was extremely cold, and Jiang Xiao shivered from the cold. Not only that, his cheeks were also cold.

Jiang Xiao's eyebrows twitched slightly. She was a typical person who would not tolerate toughness but would rather be soft-hearted. Seeing him showing his weak side, she showed signs of softening her heart, but she still refused to give in. She glared at him and cursed, "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to hold it with another hand?"

Although she said that, she didn't hand the cup to him. Instead, she held the rim of the cup and put it against his face. After a while, she didn't let him take over. Her hypocritical look was really adorable.

One was pretending to be stupid, and the other was willing to pretend to be stupid along with her. Zhou Qishen looked up at the woman standing in front of him, pursed his lips, and the smile that he had been holding back for a long time finally overflowed from his mouth.

Then he put his arm around her waist and apologized in a low voice: "I just did something stupid, can you forgive me for being so stupid?"

Their eyes met, and Jiang Xiao's eyes trembled. She didn't expect him to say such a thing. She cleared her throat and slowly uttered two words: "No."

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The olive branch fell directly to the ground. Feeling frustrated, Zhou Qishen did not speak any more, but just tightened his arms around her waist.