Warm Marriage 100 Points: Sweet Wife, Please Be Good

The wretched man who had just been beaten by Zhong Jiaqi came back aggressively with a few people. The man walked directly in front of Zhong Jiaqi and Wen Xi, holding an iron rod in his hand.

Wen Xi put his arms around Zhong Jiaqi's shoulders tightly, and looked at the wretched man vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

The man smiled treacherously, but his eyes were still squinting at Zhong Jiaqi: "Don't you know what I want to do?"

Wen Xi stood in front of Zhong Jiaqi, tightly protecting Zhong Jiaqi: "I tell you, don't mess around, or I will call the police."

The man looked at Wen Xi proudly: "little girl, why are you so naive? Do you think we will let you call the police?"

"I can give you money if you let us go."

"No, I don't want money, I just want that woman to be happy with me, but if you want to protect her, or you can come and stay with me!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, a group of men behind him let out obscene laughter.

Wen Xi's face was flushed red, and she stammered, "Do you still have the law?"

No man had the patience to reach out and grab Zhong Jiaqi's hand. Wen Xi tried hard to break the man's hand: "Let go, let me go."

The man glanced at the man behind him, and immediately two people pulled Wen Xi away.

"Jiaqi, Zhong Jiaqi, wake up!"

Zhong Jiaqi is now drunk and has no idea what happened.

Wen Xi anxiously asked the people in the bar for help: "Is there anyone who can save us? Please call the police for us."

The man grabbed Zhong Jiaqi's wrist with one hand and the iron rod in the other, and scanned the people around him.

Everyone in the bar felt that one more thing is worse than one less thing, and who knows what the origin of this man is, it would be bad if he got into trouble with some big shots for no reason.

The man grabbed Zhong Jiaqi's hand and wanted to drag it out. The person who grabbed Wenxi covered Wenxi's mouth. Wenxi kept struggling, and her strength was simply not comparable to these strong figures. Compared with the man in front of her, she could only watch helplessly as the man took Zhong Jiaqi away.

The man put his arms around Zhong Jiaqi's waist, and the fragrance from Zhong Jiaqi's neck entered the man's nostrils. He raised the corners of his lips and gave a wretched smile. Regardless of whether Zhong Jiaqi could hear his voice, he said in her ear: "Beauty, your last Isn't it still mine?"

Just as the man was walking out, he bumped into a man. The man raised his head and looked at the man in front of him cursingly: "Who are you? Can't you see anyone?"

Zhou Qi glanced coldly at the man's hand on Zhong Jiaqi's waist.

The man couldn't help taking a step back from Zhou Qi's eyes. Zhou Qi's eyes were like a sharp sword, which made the man panic, but he glanced at his subordinates and held back his desire to beg for mercy. idea.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Qi reached out and grabbed the man's hand on his waist, and folded it down hard.

"what!"

The man screamed and had to let go of Zhong Jiaqi's waist.

Zhou Qi stepped forward and put an arm around Zhong Jiaqi's shoulder: "Miss Zhong, Miss Zhong!"

Zhong Jiaqi opened her eyes in a daze: "Zhou... Zhou Qi, why... why are you here?"

"I'm here to take you home."

The man whose hand was broken looked at Zhou Qi viciously: "Give it to me."

Zhou Qi put Zhong Jiaqi on the booth beside him, picked up a wine bottle on the table, and slammed it on the head of the leading man, knocking down the latter man with a sweep of his feet.

Wen Xi stared at Zhou Qi in a daze as he beat several strong men to the ground. After finishing off a group of scumbags, Zhou Qi reached out to help Wen Xi up from the booth, walked to the Wen Xi's side.

"Are you Miss Wen?"

Wen Xi nodded: "You can call me Wen Xi."

"I parked the car at the door, I'll take you home first."

Wen Xi nodded her head: "But Jiaqi said that she doesn't want to go back to Qi's house tonight, and doesn't want Mr. Qi to worry."

Zhou Qi glanced at Zhong Jiaqi, who was already drunk, and was a little worried, if Zhong Jiaqi refused to go home, where would Zhong Jiaqi be sent?
"I'll find a hotel for Jiaqi before going back."

Wen Xi and Zhou Qi took Zhong Jiaqi to a hotel. After Zhong Jiaqi was settled, Zhou Qi offered to send Wen Xi home.

Wen Xi raised her hand and glanced at her phone. She really should go back, otherwise An Jinglin would be worried.

"No, I'll send someone to pick me up, and you should go back first."

Zhou Qi glanced at Zhong Jiaqi who was blushing, and said worriedly: "You go back first, I will stay and take care of Miss Zhong."

Wen Xi looked at Zhou Qi questioningly: "Are you really Boss Qi's bodyguard?"

Zhou Qi asked lightly: "You doubt me?"

"I can't just give Jiaqi to you."

Zhou Qi took out his phone and took out his WeChat records with Qi Jingchen.

"Look at it."

After repeatedly confirming that Zhou Qi was indeed Qi Jingchen's bodyguard, and that he had a good relationship with Qi Jingchen and Zhong Jiaqi, Wen Xi called An Jinglin and asked An Jinglin to pick him up and go home.

After Wen Xi left, Zhou Qi took a hot towel and gently wiped Zhong Jiaqi's face.

Who knew that Zhong Jiaqi opened her eyes at this time, but there was still a little confusion in her eyes.

"Zhou Qi, why are you here?"

Zhou Qi took back the towel in his hand: "You drank too much at the bar, Miss Wen said that you didn't want to go back to Qi's house, and worried that Mr. Qi was worried, so I brought you to the hotel."

Zhong Jiaqi leaned against the head of the bed and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"Miss Zhong, don't be so polite, these are the things I should do."

"I'm fine now, you go back and rest first."

"I'm going to make a bowl of hangover soup, and you can sleep after drinking it."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Qi didn't give Zhong Jiaqi a chance to refuse at all, and immediately left the room and went to the kitchen in the living room.

Zhong Jiaqi was dizzy and had no strength to refuse Zhou Qi.

After a while, Zhou Qi brought a bowl of hot hangover soup.

After Zhong Jiaqi finished drinking the soup: "Okay, now I've had the hangover soup, you can go back, it's not too late, you should have a good rest."

Zhou Qi hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "Miss Zhong, why did you go to the bar to drink so much?"

"Nothing."

"It has something to do with the last time you asked me to investigate when Alex returned to France?"

"Zhou Qi, stop asking."

"Okay, I won't ask any more, you rest first, and I'll go to the living room."

"Go back, I'm fine, and you don't have to be so polite in the future, you are not only Jingchen's bodyguard, but also our friend."

"Since you said we are friends, then I should take care of you. You should rest first. I'll go to the living room."

After Zhou Qi walked out of the room, she also closed the door, but Zhong Jiaqi couldn't fall asleep anyway, she stared at the ceiling, thinking about the past with Qi Jingchen, she couldn't believe that one day Qi Jingchen would fall in love with someone else .

Her mind was full of images of Qi Jingchen, she really wanted to ask Qi Jingchen if he really had feelings for Alex, but Qi Jingchen hadn't come back yet, even if she had a lot of questions, she didn't know where to start.

It was not until dawn that Zhong Jiaqi barely fell asleep.

But Qi Jingchen couldn't fall asleep all night, Zhong Jiaqi clearly agreed to the night video, but he made phone calls all night, Zhong Jiaqi didn't answer a single one.

Calling Qi's house, Mr. Qi just said that Zhong Jiaqi and Wen Xi went out for dinner.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his hair fiercely. If possible, he wanted to fly back to Shenzhen immediately, but the wound on his head hadn't fully healed yet, going back now would only worry Zhong Jiaqi.

After dawn, Qi Jingchen finally couldn't take it anymore and called Zhou Qi. He just wanted to make sure that nothing happened to Zhong Jiaqi.

"Boss Qi, are you coming back?"

"I won't be able to go back until two days later, can you help me find out where Jiaqi is now?"

Zhou Qi was a little puzzled, did something really go wrong between Qi Jingchen and Zhong Jiaqi, the two of them were a little weird during this time.

"Mr. Qi, Miss Zhong drank too much in the bar last night, and she is still sleeping."

"What?" Qi Jingchen asked in shock.

How could Zhong Jiaqi go to the bar and get herself drunk.

"Miss Zhong seems to be in a bad mood."

"Has anything happened in the company recently?"

"The company is fine."

Zhou Qi originally wanted to tell Qi Jingchen that Zhong Jiaqi asked him to investigate Alex's flight to France, but he promised Zhong Jiaqi not to tell, so he held back in the end.

"Mr. Qi, can you come back earlier?"

Qi Jingchen also wants to go back sooner, he can't wait to go back to Shenzhen immediately.

"I'll go back when I'm done with the work here. You help me follow Jiaqi these few days, and don't let Jiaqi get into trouble."

Zhou Qi said seriously: "President Qi, don't worry, nothing will happen to Miss Zhong."

After Qi Jingchen hung up the phone, he went to the hospital immediately.

"Doctor, can the gauze on the back of my head be removed?"

The doctor frowned: "The wound on your head hasn't fully healed yet, why are you in such a hurry to remove the gauze?"

"I'm in a hurry now, and the gauze must be removed immediately."

"No." The doctor checked Qi Jingchen's wound, "If the gauze is removed now, there is a high possibility of infection. It will have to wait until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"Okay, I'll be here on time tomorrow morning."

The next day, after Qi Jingchen removed the gauze, he immediately flew back to Shenzhen by plane. Instead of going back to Qi's house, he went directly to Zhong Jiaqi's office.

"Jiaqi, I'm back."

Zhong Jiaqi didn't even raise her head, she just said lightly: "It's good to be back."

Qi Jingchen could feel that Zhong Jiaqi's state was not right, and he walked to Zhong Jiaqi's side: "Don't draw the blueprints, let's have a good chat."

"My blueprint is about to be finished, let's talk when I finish it."

When Zhong Jiaqi said so, Qi Jingchen could only sit on the sofa in the office, waiting for Zhong Jiaqi to finish the drawing.