Chapter 69 You are a scumbag!
They had lunch boxes together in the evening. Sheng Han wanted to sit next to her with his lunch box, but she seemed to have eyes on her back. She immediately stood up, took her lunch box and walked to the other side, sitting with Xu Hui. The two of them talked and laughed.
Sheng Han looked at the dazzling scene and almost broke the chopsticks in his hand.
He finally realized that Shi Qing was angry with him.
But he couldn't figure out why.
Until he received a call from his cousin Zhou Yuli questioning him.
He finally understood a little.
I searched on Big Eye and finally figured out all the connections.
Since my cousin will be jealous.
A ridiculous thought that made his heart beat faster came to mind.
Qingqing, are you jealous too?
This thought only lasted for a second before he suppressed it.
No way? Although their relationship had progressed well over the past month, he wasn't so narcissistic as to think Shi Qing would be jealous of him.
But if she wasn't jealous, how could she explain her abnormal attitude?
It was already early morning when Sheng Han finished work. He walked to Shi Qing's door as if possessed by a ghost, raised his hand, but stopped in mid-air.
She had been filming all day and was in a bad mood, so she might have fallen asleep.
It’s better not to disturb her.
He sighed and went back to his room.
As soon as I opened the door, my phone started vibrating wildly.
It’s Shi Qing.
Sheng Han was delighted and quickly picked up the phone.
What came from the receiver was a drunken, vague and angry voice.
"Sheng Han...you bastard! Scumbag!"
Sheng Han's brows furrowed instantly: "Qingqing, have you been drinking?"
"I'm not drunk! You're the drunk one!" The voice on the other end of the phone rose eight octaves, full of confidence, but also exposed her confused logic at the moment.
Sheng Han held his forehead helplessly, it seemed that he was really drunk.
"Where are you?" he asked, listening to the faint sound of music coming from the background of the phone.
Bar?
"I'm in... I'm in my room!"
Sheng Han strode towards Shi Qing's room with a suspicious attitude.
He had a spare key card for her room.
It really is in the room.
When I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me in the face.
The lights in the room were dimmed.
An extremely sad love song is slowly flowing through the Bluetooth speaker.
Shi Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa, her face flushed, her eyes blurry, and she was holding a glass in her hand.
On the coffee table and carpet in front of her, scattered were red wine, fruit wine, beer, and xo...
Sheng Han frowned as he watched.
How much did she drink?
Sheng Han felt distressed and angry. He quickly stepped forward and snatched the wine glass from her hand that she was about to put into her mouth.
"No more drinking!"
"Don't bother me!" Shi Qing shouted, staring at him with drunken eyes like an angry cat. "Who are you? Why do you care about me?"
Sheng Han was so angry that he laughed. He leaned over, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and said word by word clearly and solemnly: "I am your husband."
When he said this name himself, he couldn't help but feel hot in his ears.
"I'm your husband, can't I control you?"
When Shi Qing heard the word "husband", she felt like her tail was stepped on and her hair stood on end instantly.
She pouted, and her watery peach blossom eyes were full of grievance and accusation. She stretched out her slender fingers and poked them straight into Sheng Han's chest.
"You're a marriage fraud!"
Sheng Han's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little nervous: "How...how did I lie to you?"
He admitted that there was indeed an element of deception at the beginning of this marriage.
"You have someone in your heart, and you still want to marry me!"
Shi Qing's voice was tinged with tears, and she spoke louder and louder, feeling more and more aggrieved.
"You're eating from the bowl and looking at the pot! You don't like me at all!"
She almost yelled the last sentence, and the bitterness and uneasiness that had accumulated throughout the day burst out under the catalysis of alcohol.
"You just want my body!" She cried breathlessly.
Sheng Han's heart tightened at her crying, and he felt both angry and amused.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her in his arms and comfort her, but she pushed him away randomly.
"Don't touch me! You big jerk!"
After several struggles, Sheng Han still held her tightly in his arms, allowing her little fists to hit his back.
"Qingqing, how could I not like you?" He rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice urgent yet soft, "I like you very much, more than you can imagine! I have liked you for many, many years!"
Sheng Han really couldn't understand why Shi Qing suddenly came up with such an idea. Wasn't he showing it clearly enough?
He realized it belatedly and asked tentatively, "Is it because of... Qu Jinhuan?"
"You still say you didn't!" The person in his arms struggled even harder.
Sheng Han had a headache. He felt that he couldn't explain it clearly with just words.
He freed one hand, took out his cell phone, and dialed Zhou Yuli directly, pressing the speakerphone button.
The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. Zhou Yuli's extremely impatient and slightly hoarse voice came from the other end.
"What's going on in the middle of the night? Tell me!"
"Let me ask you," Sheng Han said straight to the point, "What is the relationship between Qu Jinhuan and me?"
"She is your future cousin-in-law, what do you want to do?!" Zhou Yuli's voice suddenly became eerie and terrifying, full of warning.
"It's all because of you! You asked me to take care of your wife, and now my wife suspects I'm cheating and wants to divorce me!"
As Sheng Han complained, he looked at Shi Qing, who suddenly became quiet in his arms and pricked up her ears to eavesdrop, and he wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Heh, you deserve it!" Zhou Yuli sneered gloatingly, then hung up the phone without mercy.
Haicheng, a hotel room.
Zhou Yuli threw away his cell phone, turned over and pressed the soft person on the bed under him again.
"Huanhuan... Huanhuan..." Detailed and hot kisses kept falling on her delicate collarbone and snow-white shoulders.
Qu Jinhuan was so tired that he could hardly open his eyelids.
She received the award last night and wanted to rest in Haicheng for a night before returning to the crew, but who knew that this man would fly over directly from Beijing like a madman.
Then, the two of them hardly left the bed from day to night.
The Zhou Yuli who used to be gentle, restrained and polite now looked like an insatiable hungry wolf.
"Hmm...what's wrong?" Qu Jinhuan felt a little itchy from his kiss and responded in a hoarse voice.
"Shall we get the certificate?"
These light words instantly woke Qu Jinhuan up.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the man on her in disbelief.
After a long time, there was no answer from her. The light in Zhou Yuli's eyes gradually dimmed and he looked at her aggrievedly.
"Do you... dislike me because I'm old?" He was eight years older than her, and this had always been a knot in his heart.
Qu Jinhuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
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