Zhan Shao's Sweet Little Wife

"Take the total, please."

The hired driver opened the car door, said this very respectfully, and made a gesture to take Jiang Nianci from his arms.

Zhan Anli hesitated for a few seconds, bypassed the driver, and put Jiang Nianci into the car directly.

Half an hour later, the car stopped directly downstairs at Jiang Nianci's house, and Zhan Anli carried her up to the fourth floor in one breath, and took out the keys from her bag.

"I'll drive, you get out of the way!"

Jiang Nianci unceremoniously pushed him aside, tried to open his eyes wide, pinched the key with trembling fingertips, and scratched at the door.

Zhan Anli glanced at her, without saying a word, he hugged her tightly and snatched the key from her hand.

As soon as the door opened a crack, Jiang Nianci pushed the door open with a bang, wrapped his hands around Zhan Anli's neck, and leaned tightly on his chest: "It's so dark, why don't you come in?"

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the soft and waxy voice, and the hand slid down, unbuttoning the shirt directly, muttering in a low voice, "You should take off your clothes when you sleep, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."

In the darkness, Zhan Anli's bright eyes were fixed on the woman lying on his chest, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes.

Those restless little hands easily hooked up an evil fire.

He raised his thin lips lightly, grabbed her wrist tightly, and pushed her against the back of the door. While locking the door, his hot palm rubbed against her lower back.

"Do you know what it means for a lonely man and a widow to take off their clothes?"

The deep and hoarse voice was full of delusion.

The warm breath disturbed Jiang Nianci's neck vaguely, and a soft hum flew out from the corner of her mouth in an instant.

Zhan Anli frowned slightly and lowered his head slowly.Thin lips passed over her eyebrows, eyes and nose, and went straight to those slightly opened and closed lips.

Jiang Nianci flinched a little, her hands tightly clutching his shoulders.When his lips were about to cover, he pushed him away and spat it out with a vomit.

The strong smell of alcohol and sour smell instantly mixed into the air.

Zhan Anli, who was close to her, was affected by her, sticky vomit sprayed all over his body, and his clothes stuck tightly to his body.

Jiang Nianci slid all the way down the door in a state of exhaustion, Zhan Anli with a livid complexion clenched his teeth, touched the wall to turn on the light, and led her into the bathroom by his collar.

While walking, the strong sour smell filled the room.

With a gloomy expression, Zhan Anli threw the drunk Jiang Nianci into the bathtub, and walked out wearing his stinking clothes.

Fortunately, the house under Jiang Nianci's name was not confiscated, and there were two bathrooms in the house.

Zhan Anli called his assistant while he was undressing and taking a shower, and asked him to bring over a set of clothes.

Half an hour later, Zhan Anli was fully dressed, opened the door of another bathroom with a gloomy face, and walked straight inside.

Jiang Nianci's eyes were tightly closed, and one arm was hanging out of the bathtub. His clothes were already soaked and wrapped tightly around his body, and his graceful curves were displayed in front of Zhan Anli.

With a gloomy complexion, he knelt down and carefully helped her unzip the back of the skirt.

When helping her up, his arm accidentally touched her forehead, and his brows frowned instantly.

A strange blush appeared on Jiang Nianci's face, her tightly closed long eyelashes trembled slightly, and even the breath in her nasal cavity became hot and dry.

Zhan Anli fished her out of the bathtub, grabbed her clean clothes and wrapped her tightly, then quickly went downstairs to the hospital.

It was the same hospital, the same department, and the same doctor on duty.

Seeing that Zhan Anli brought Jiang Nianci, who was smelling of alcohol, into his arms, he subconsciously stood up and walked over quickly: "This time it's..."

"She has a fever, please help her arrange an IV drip first."

Zhan Anli replied with a cold face.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, took the temperature of Jiang Nianci, who was unconscious, and prescribed a prescription to the nurse, looking at Zhan Anli hesitantly.

The doctor pondered for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked cautiously: "What is your relationship with this lady? I saw you sent her here twice, so I just want to... ask."

"I'm her fiancé."

"Fiance?" The doctor's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and even the look in his eyes that looked at Zhan Anli became a little more subtle.

Zhan Anli looked at him gloomyly: "Is there any problem?"

"No...no problem..."

The doctor lowered his head and coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

Just when the air pressure in the room became very subtle and tense, the nurse who went out to get the medicine opened the door and came in. When passing by Zhan Anli, there was an ambiguous smile on the corner of her mouth, obviously she heard their conversation clearly Chu.

Jiang Nianci, who had been lying on the bed with his dead body, felt a sting in his arm, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

She turned over impatiently, and raised her arm to pat the painful place, but someone grabbed her arm tightly.

"Be careful and don't move."

A cold voice came into her ears.

Jiang Nianci impatiently raised his hand and waved it in the air: "Who is it? Go away!"

Zhan Anli's face darkened for a moment, but he still held her up patiently, pulled the quilt away and covered her body.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Jiang Nianci suddenly grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, and his tightly closed eyes slowly blinked a few times.

The bright lights above her head dazzled her so much that she couldn't open her eyes, and after a long time she could only see a vague outline.

Jiang Nianci frowned: "Who are you? Where is this?"

"Zhan Anli, your fiance."

"Zhan Anli? Unmarried...husband?"

Jiang Nianci muttered word by word, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he looked like he was thinking seriously.

After a while, Zhan Anli had forcibly pulled her arm out of her hand, and then she realized that she widened her eyes and looked around: "Zhan Anli, what did you do to me again? Drinking at the wine table, why did you come here?"

She sat up recklessly, and made a gesture to pull out the needle on the back of her hand: "I tell you, don't try to take advantage of me again!"

Zhan Anli grabbed her shoulder: "You caught a cold and had a fever while soaking in the bathtub. I sent you here. I won't do anything to you."

"You were in the hospital before—"

Before she finished speaking, a ferocious kiss directly locked her lips, blocking all her unfinished words in her throat.

After Jiang Nianci realized it, he beat Zhan Anli's shoulder hard.

He held her arm tightly, turned his head and stared coldly at the light bulb behind him.

The doctor hastily dragged the nurses out and closed the door with a bang.

Only then did Zhan Anli stop, and glared at her angrily: "If you don't want anything to happen, just obediently finish my drip."