You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 1977 No Different from a Mistress

From the lowered car window, she saw Ji Shaoheng leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his face flushed from alcohol.

She called out, "Ji Shaoheng."

Ji Shaoheng didn't react at all and looked very drunk.

She called out twice more, but he didn't respond, so she reached out and patted his shoulder.

Ji Shaoheng seemed to be awakened. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her. There was a moment of confusion in his eyes, and he seemed a little fragile.

They had been married for six years, and Fang Yaqing had never seen him show such an expression, so she couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, she lowered her eyelashes: "I'm coming."

Ji Shaoheng rubbed his temple, pushed the door and got out of the car. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he staggered and couldn't stand steadily.

Fang Yaqing subconsciously helped him up: "What are you going to do?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, his eyes sneered: "Look at me like this, can I still drive?"

Ji Shaoheng sat in the back seat, his head felt like it was about to explode and it hurt so much.

Fang Yaqing got into the driver's seat, started the car and drove into the traffic lane.

After walking for a while, she glanced at the man behind her and said, "You should call Yan Hao to pick you up. If I send you back and your parents see me, they will definitely say something."

Ji Shaoheng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and frowned slightly: "Who said to go back to the old house?"

Fang Yaqing stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car on the side of the road: "Hotel?"

Ji Shaoheng rubbed his temple: "Go to your place."

She bit her lip. Since that time, the two of them never went to bed again.

He was drunk at the moment, and when he said he was going to her place, there was no guarantee that something might not happen.

She felt humiliated, as if her status was no different from that of a mistress.

He already has Miss Chu, and they might get married next month. The car stopped outside the villa. Fang Yaqing glanced at the person behind him in the rearview mirror and saw that he had his eyes closed. She didn't know if he was asleep, so she reminded him.

"arrive."

Ji Shaoheng slowly opened his eyes and patted his aching forehead.

Fang Yaqing got out of the car and waited for a while but saw that he didn't get out. She took a step forward and opened the door for him.

Ji Shaoheng got out of the car and saw that Fang Yaqing had no intention of helping him. He said in a bad tone, "Hurry up and help me."

Fang Yaqing frowned, supported him reluctantly, and walked inside.

Ji Shaoheng put all his strength on her, pressing her so hard that she staggered.

She originally wanted to send Ji Shaoheng to the guest room downstairs, but thinking that this house was his, it would not be appropriate, so she helped him up to the second floor.

The beds in other guest rooms were not made, only the one next to the master bedroom was made, so she took him into the guest room.

As soon as her hand loosened, Ji Shaoheng fell into the soft big bed, and the mattress under him sank.

Fang Yaqing stood by the bed and watched for a while. She saw that his legs were resting on the edge of the bed, which must be very uncomfortable.

She bit her lip and walked forward, taking off his shoes and moving his legs onto her lap.

After leaving the room, she walked to the master bedroom, raised her hand to push the door, paused, thought for a moment, and went downstairs.

She quickly cooked a bowl of sobering soup and carried it upstairs to Ji Shaoheng's room.

Standing beside the bed, she looked at the man on the bed and shouted, "Ji Shaoheng, get up and drink the hangover soup."

Ji Shaoheng opened his eyes. After getting drunk, he became even more seductive and evil, with sparkling light in his almond-shaped eyes.

He sat up, took the sobering soup and drank it in one gulp, then put the empty bowl on the bedside table.

(End of this chapter)