Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

This is the second time Cha Jiu has rejected Jiang Tingxu.

The first time was knocking off his handkerchief at Mrs. Ye's funeral.

For the second time tonight, she put up her protective thorns again and kept him away from him for thousands of miles.

Jiang Tingxu felt a little annoyed in his heart.

He had never been angry with Chajiu, but tonight he couldn't help but darken his face. His tone was cold and hard, and he ordered Mingcheng: "Take Miss Ye into the car."

Without saying a word, Mingcheng stepped forward and lifted Chajiu up like a chicken.

Chajiu: "?"

When did the polite Jiang Tingxu do this?

Jiang Chen held on to the lamp post, the back of his head still aching.

He saw Chajiu struggling under Mingcheng's hands and quickly said: "How about I send her back, she will listen to me more."

Jiang Chen didn't notice that after he finished saying this, a dangerous dark light flashed in Jiang Tingxu's eyes.

"Is this something you have learned in the Jiang family over the years, forcibly making intimate gestures towards women in public?" Jiang Tingxu said in a cold tone.

He was talking about Jiang Chen's behavior just now when he put his hand around Cha Jiu's waist.

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

ah? No, isn't it Jiang Tingxu himself who asked Cha Jiu to move into Jiang's house and spend more time with him and develop feelings for him?

Are you lecturing him about this now?

Mingcheng ruthlessly stuffed Chajiu into the car parked on the roadside.

Chajiu: "I still have..."

Jiang Tingxu frowned: "Be gentle."

Mingcheng froze, carefully pinched Chajiu's hand that pulled the car door, threw it in, and closed the door.

Jiang Tingxu's emotionless gaze shifted from McLaren to Jiang Chen and said calmly: "It's very late, you should go to bed early."

Before Jiang Chen could say anything, Jiang Tingxu got in the car and the McLaren sped away.

Jiang Chen stood there blankly, even feeling that the phrase "go to bed early" was just a simple perfunctory sentence for him.

……

Cha Jiu was sitting in the back seat, her hair and clothes wet from the falling rain.

A few strands of wet hair were scattered around her forehead. Jiang Tingxu stretched out his hand to tuck it behind her ear, but was dodged.

The hand that paused in mid-air was withdrawn lonely.

"Turn up the heating temperature." Jiang Tingxu ordered.

Cha Jiu's clothes were a little transparent after being wet, and the charming scenery that attracted people's imagination loomed in Jiang Tingxu's peripheral vision, like a silent invitation.

It is also a harbinger of destruction.

Chajiu suddenly said: "My computer and thesis materials are still in the bar."

I haven’t drank the wine I paid for.

Jiang Tingxu quickly reacted: "Are you writing a paper in a bar?"

Cha Jiu asked, "Isn't it possible?"

Jiang Tingxu's dull heart finally lifted a little.

He turned his head to the window on the other side, and the lines of his cold mouth softened: "Okay."

"I'm not going back to Jiang's house. Just find a hotel to drop me off at." Cha Jiu added.

Her hand was on the latch beside the car door, as if she would jump out of the car at any time if they couldn't reach an agreement.

Jiang Tingxu looked at her helplessly: "Don't be ridiculous, okay?"

His tone was like coaxing a child who was having trouble.

The two fell into a silent confrontation.

In the end, Jiang Tingxu gave in and drove the car to a six-star hotel, which was a property owned by the Jiang Group.

Upon receiving the news that Jiang Tingxu had come to the hotel, the hotel manager sat up from his sleep at four o'clock in the morning and rushed over to open a luxury suite for Chajiu that was not open to the public.

Opening the door, a giant glass window appears in front of you, offering an unobstructed view of the entire city at night.

Above the big bed is a starry sky ceiling with a full sense of design.

"Is this the world in the eyes of the top rich?" Cha Jiu sighed: "Can I live here forever?"

"No." Jiang Tingxu said firmly, "Go home as soon as you wake up tomorrow."

He turned his wheelchair and expertly reached the hidden wardrobe and took out a spare men's shirt.

"Take a good hot bath and change out of your wet clothes to avoid catching a cold."

Cha Jiu took the shirt that was obviously Jiang Tingxu's size and glanced at him: "Is this your shirt?"

"Wear it." Jiang Tingxu did not deny it.

Each hotel of the Jiang Group will reserve a suite for him, which will be filled with his commonly used things in case of emergencies.

Cha Jiu didn't hesitate either.

She gathered up her hair and quickly made it into a bun with the pen on the table, and then began to take off her clothes, not shying away from the fact that there was a man in front of her.

Jiang Tingxu's eyes trembled and he closed his eyes.

Cha Jiu glanced at him with a half-smile.

In fact, she just wanted to tease him.

She knew that Jiang Tingxu would never peek.

When people close their eyes, their hearing tends to become more sensitive.

The subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other could easily reach Jiang Tingxu's ears, like a series of scattered codes entering his mind through the ear canals and reorganized into a complete picture.

Jiang Tingxu seemed to be able to know how the shirt skimmed over her skin, which was as smooth as white jade, soaked in the slightly sweet jasmine fragrance, and wrapped around every inch of her body.

The more restrained and tolerant he was externally, the more intense the storm inside him became.

"Mr. Jiang, I can't button my buttons." Cha Jiu was still teasing him.

Veins appeared on the back of Jiang Ting Xuwu's hands due to excessive patience.

"Button it yourself."

Chajiu sounded aggrieved: "But you know I'm not good at buttoning."

This sentence once again brought back the scene where the clothes fell off when applying medicine to Chajiu that day.

"..." Jiang Tingxu almost gritted his teeth and said this: "I don't know."

"Ok."

Don't go too far in your life, just stop drinking tea in moderation, and get dressed quickly.

"I've changed it."

Jiang Tingxu finally ended this "torture" that was his own.

As a result, he opened his eyes and saw an even more blood-curdling scene.

Because Cha Jiu was tall, the white shirt could only barely cover her buttocks.

The two long, well-proportioned legs were extremely powerful and quickly occupied all of Jiang Tingxu's attention.

"I..." Jiang Tingxu's throat was a little dry, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse, "I'm leaving first, you have a good rest."

He turned his wheelchair to leave, but found that the door was locked.

Cha Jiu was very proud, holding a remote control in his hand: "It turns out that the door here can be locked by remote control."

She walked towards him step by step, with a mischievous smile on her lips, like a little fox that had succeeded in its trick.

The hem of her shirt swayed slightly as she walked, and the scenery appeared and disappeared.

Two long strands of hair hang down from the loose bun, outlining the seductive curves along the exquisite undulating figure.

She boldly straddled Jiang Tingxu.

"That's enough, Qing Huan..."

He wanted to stop it, but the jasmine-scented hair brushed against his sensitive Adam's apple, causing it to roll up and down involuntarily.

The two of them were so close that they could smell each other's breath.

Chajiu leaned forward, wanting to kiss him——

But Jiang Tingxu's eyes were always calm and did not contain a trace of lust.

"It's boring." Cha Jiu chuckled, and her delicate lips stopped before they were about to touch his.

"You obviously have feelings, why do you pretend to be stoic?"

Cha Jiu looked down at his bulge.

In fact, just now, Jiang Tingxu's hands were trembling slightly behind her invisible side, and he wanted to lift them up and hold them around her waist countless times.

But in the end it didn't.

"You hate me going to bars, you hate Jiang Chen touching me, and you hate me staying away from you."

"Admit it, Jiang Tingxu, you are possessive of me."

Chajiu held his face and gently kissed his eyes that were pretending to be indifferent: "Your feelings are restrained and forbearing, but love is a game for the brave. I won't wait for you where you are for too long."