The cold wind poured in forcefully and ruffled her hair.

It also calmed her down a lot.

He just said that he is not obliged to her.

Listen to what he means, as long as she insists on divorce, he may agree one day...

Thinking of this, the anxiety was relieved.

When they got home, Mrs. Zhang and the driver helped Fu Shiting out of the car.

Qin Anan saw that he was being served, so he went back to the room silently.

After a while, Mrs. Zhang came over and knocked on her door: "Madam, sir, don't let us touch it. Why don't you try it! You can wipe his face and change into pajamas."

Wipe your face, change your pajamas?

If he is in a vegetative state now, then she is willing to define it.

But he is not!

Although he drank too much, he was not completely drunk.

She didn't forget that on the way back, the two of them had a fight in the car.

"Why don't we just let him go to sleep?" Qin Anan suggested, "When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will naturally take a bath and change his clothes. We don't need to worry about him."

Aunt Zhang looked shocked: "Madam, how can this work? Come up with me and try it! Maybe if you change his clothes, he won't be so rude."

Second floor, master bedroom.

The door was open.

Fu Shiting was lying on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep quietly.

Sister-in-law Zhang pushed Qin An'an to the bed.

"Madam, if you drink too much, you may wake up more at night, and you may vomit... So it's better to have someone by his side to take care of him." When Mrs. Zhang said this, Qin Anan already knew what she was going to say later. what.

Just as she was about to say no, Mrs. Zhang continued: "His leg is in the critical recovery period. The doctor said that he can't be injured now, otherwise it will affect the subsequent rehabilitation treatment. So you can sleep with him tonight!"

Qin Anan frowned.

The words that refused to slip into his mouth were swallowed a little bit back into his stomach.

In fact, she has no way to refuse.

"Ma'am, you can wait for Mr. to sleep for a while before wiping his face... If you can't change his clothes, then help him take off his dirty clothes first... Go to sleep after taking them off. ......" Mrs. Zhang walked to the door of the room and finally explained to Qin Anan.

Qin Anan is one big and two big.

After Mrs. Zhang left, Qin An walked to the bed angrily.

His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. The skin on his face was abnormally red, and he didn't know how much he had drunk.

She went to the bathroom and took a basin of warm water out.

After putting the basin on the bedside table, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, raised her hand, and unbuttoned his shirt.

When her fingers touched his shirt, he sensed the movement and quickly grabbed her hand. At the same time, his eyes opened, revealing a dangerous and vigilant look.

"Let go." Qin Anan looked into his eyes, "Either you take it off yourself."

Obviously, he didn't want to do it himself.

Terrible headache.

The reason was not completely defeated, but the body was paralyzed by alcohol.

He let go.

She took off his shirt smoothly, undid his belt...

Just when she was about to take off his trousers, his big palm grabbed her small hand without warning.

Grip tightly.

"Who let you into my room?!" His chest heaved and his breath was solemn, "Who allowed you to take off my clothes?! Qin Anan, have you always been such a casual woman!"

Qin An'an: "..."

Is this the power of alcohol?

Maybe when he wakes up tomorrow morning, he doesn't remember anything that happened tonight.

Thinking of this, she has no psychological burden.

She pushed his hand away, held his trousers waist, and yanked it down... three times and two, and took off his trousers.

Fu Shiting frowned, looking at her increasingly fierce.

She ignored him.

After throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, she took out the towel from the basin and wringed it dry.

Then a warm towel was placed on his angry face. JrNovels.com