Her reaction was much slower, she looked up at him blankly, and muttered the name "He Jie" in her mouth.
"Xie Jie... I'm sleepy, let's go back and sleep, okay..."
"Still drinking so much despite being drunk?"
He Mingzhen's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he stretched out his hand to pull Wen Qi, who was about to fall forward, and she ended up burying her head in his chest.
"Let's go back." Wen Qi hugged his neck tightly, word by word.
A strong smell of wine hit him in the face. He supported Wen Qi's shoulder and pushed her back, creating some distance between them. "Where are we going?"
"Go back...". Wen Qi slowly opened her eyes, her face flushed with sleep, "Go home! We haven't slept together for a long time..."
He Mingzhen's lips curled up, "Say it again?"
She cooperated and replied: "Go to your home."
"Good girl." He Mingzhen smiled and stroked her hair.
At this time, the door near his back opened and a playful voice came from behind: "Met a beauty?"
Zhao Jin Chuan saw He Ming Zhen hadn't returned, so he thought about going out to take a look. As soon as he opened the door, he ran into this guy holding a drunken woman in his arms.
He glanced at the woman in front of him and suddenly understood.
It's Wen Qi, no wonder she can stay in He Mingzhen's arms.
He understood He Mingzhen's temperament, those women who rushed to climb up couldn't enter his eyes. Before that, there were not a few women who had been rebuffed by him, and over time, there were rumors that He Mingzhen was gay.
There are always those who are not afraid of getting hurt, just like the one in front of me. Since Zhao Jin Chuan knew Wen Qi, she has been pursuing He Ming Zhen.
It's not a secret crush, it's an open pursuit.
Zhao Jin Chuan had seen He Ming Zhen's resistance for a long time, but he couldn't bear to see this girl who had been pestering him for many years now lying in He Ming Zhen's arms.
"What's going on? Trying to swindle me?"
"I'm leaving first, don't look for me if you have something."
He Mingzhen bent down and picked her up, Wen Qi closed his eyes, unwillingly muttered a few words that couldn't be heard, buried himself in his arms, his scorching cheek tightly attached to his chest, like a cat's paw scratching at his heart.
"Good for nothing."
Zhao Jin Chuan stood still, gazing blankly at the receding figure.
"Zhao Shao, what are you standing here for? Come in." The woman followed him out, clinging to his neck and coquettishly said, "Let's continue..."
Zhao Jin Chuan withdrew his gaze and landed on the woman's face in front of him. In an instant, his mind somehow got tangled up and he felt a surge of disgust, completely losing the enthusiasm he had just shown.
"Find Ah Yan to get the money and leave." He pulled down the woman's arm that was clinging to him, and immediately turned cold, as if the warmth of just now was just a dream.
The woman leaned in, pouting and said: "You're not allowed to leave, keep me company."
Zhao Jin Chuan didn't have the patience to be gentle with her anymore, and coldly threw out a single word: "Scram."
Having said that, he turned and left.
The bodyguard Ah Yan handed her a card and said, "Take the money and leave, it's no use sticking around."
This is Zhao Jinquan's style.
Playing outside is just playing, but there isn't a single woman who can make him gentle to the end, most are still cold faces after being pampered.
If some girls who don't understand things insist on clinging to you and won't let go, they will naturally have to be taught a lesson.
Perhaps it was He Mingzhen and Wen Qi who stimulated his nerves, and all the way home, he thought of Xia Wei. So that night, Zhao Jinchuan went back home.
As soon as I entered the door, I rushed into the bedroom and saw Xia Wei preparing to take medicine.
She sat on the bed applying ointment, and when she saw him come in, she turned her head, looking at him with dull eyes, a lifeless expression.
Zhao Jin Chuan snatched the ointment and pushed her onto the bed, forcibly taking away her breath with a kiss.
