help her chase his wife

After parking the car, Jian Qiao carried Li Wan back to her apartment in the posture of a princess hugging her.

This man is like a drunken cat, nestling quietly in Jian Qiao's arms without moving.

In the room, Jian Qiao carefully laid Li Wan on the single bed in the west corner, and helped her take off her shoes, socks and coat.

Li Wan vomited once in the bathroom of the bar before, and there should be nothing in her stomach now.

Jian Qiao stood there observing for a few minutes, seeing that Li Wan didn't seem to have any uncomfortable reaction, she turned around and went inside.

Because of the rain, Jian Qiao's clothes were all soaked through. Just now, the night wind blew, and the whole body felt a bit chilly. To avoid catching a cold, she went to the bathroom and changed into a set of dry pajamas.

But after a while, Jian Qiao turned back again, holding a wet towel soaked in hot water, bent over, and gently wiped Li Wan's tender red cheeks and fair hands.

Li Wan hummed twice unconsciously, bent her legs and moved her body, but her eyes were still closed.

Jian Qiao lowered her head, rubbed the tip of Li Wan's nose twice with Xiaoli, stroked the bangs on the man's forehead, and looked at her quietly for a while with her lips pursed.

In the past, this person was never so obedient when she was awake. Jian Qiao held the back of Li Wan's hand, and mist gradually blurred from her bright eyes. Her voice was hoarse, and her words were full of unconcealable longing: Wan'er, long time no see."

The only response to her was the man's slightly heavy breathing.

After sneezing twice, Jian Qiao reluctantly let go of Li Wan's hand, and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Taking off her panties, Jian Qiao glanced at her lower body, her brows could not help but be stained with a bit of desolate melancholy and disgust.

She has always rejected the differentiated body, and felt that she was a monster and a different kind. She was once trapped in the quagmire of pain and depression, and even had the idea of ​​committing suicide...

Jian Qiao slowly closed her eyes, leaned her slender neck up, and let the pouring hot water pat her cheeks.

Jian Qiao has never lived in a dormitory since middle school, and in order not to expose her unknown body secrets, she has not had a single close friend in real life over the years.

Perhaps it was because of this that she missed those days so much. She could hug Li Wan without any worries, and when she fell asleep, she could lie on the bed and tell fairy tales with her arms around her...

Time passed by little by little, and by the time Jian Qiao came out again, more than 40 minutes had passed.

After adjusting her emotions, Jian Qiao helped Li Wan to sit up, and held her to feed her a cup of warm water. The man hadn't woken up, and only groaned a few times.

Jian Qiao put down the glass and rubbed her temples for a while, so that she would not have a headache the next day.

At two o'clock in the morning, Jian Qiao spread a mat and thin blanket beside Li Wan's sleeping single bed, and then rested.

That night, Jian Qiao didn't sleep soundly. Li Wan's movement of turning over could wake her up. She got up several times in the night, either to tuck up the quilt that this person kicked away, or to check on this person's body. body temperature.

At about six o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang.

Jian Qiao lifted the quilt, turned off the phone alarm, and tiptoed to the bathroom with her slippers on.

After washing up, Jian Qiao lay on the bed and looked at Li Wan for a while.

The man suddenly babbled indistinctly, and Jian Qiao sounded like he was calling grandpa.

Jian Qiao stretched out her right hand, softly touched the center of Li Wan's frowning brow twice, and murmured a few words of comfort.

After the man stopped frowning, Jian Qiao straightened up and went outside.

On the way back from buying breakfast, Jian Qiao called Hu Hai and wanted to ask him for a day off, but no one answered the phone.

After eating, Jian Qiao moved the small table and sat on the floor, beside Li Wan.

Jian Qiao sometimes lowered her head to type on the keyboard, and sometimes raised her eyes to look at this person.

At around [-]:[-], Hu Hai called, Jian Qiao only said a few words, and the other side hung up the phone impatiently.

Jian Qiao looked a little annoyed, she threw the phone aside and ignored it.

After a while, Li Wan kicked the quilt and made a couple of murmurs, as if she was about to wake up.

Jian Qiao hurriedly saved the word document, closed the computer, and went to look at her with her bare feet.

Li Wan opened her blurred eyes, and Jian Qiao's plain cheeks became more and more clear in her sight.

She stared at Jian Qiao for a moment, then tilted her head to look at the surrounding environment.

"Where is this?" Her voice sounded hoarse.

Jian Qiao poured her a glass of warm water: "This is my home, Vice President Li, you were drunk last night, and my ID card was confiscated in the bar again, so I can't take you to open a room outside." The supreme VIP member of Xuan Bar, the staff there will not let anyone pick her up to ensure her safety. Jian Qiao put her ID card and the meal card of Li's Canteen there before taking her away. come out.

Li Wan sighed lightly, pursed her lips and took two sips of water.

"Where is the bathroom?"

Jian Qiao turned around and pointed: "It's inside."

Li Wan stood up on the bed, brushed her hair behind her shoulders, lowered her eyes to glance, there were no slippers on the ground.

Jian Qiao understood, and immediately put her slippers by her feet, and at the same time explained weakly: "I haven't invited anyone here...so I only have this pair of slippers."

"..." The implication was to let herself wear her clothes. After Li Wan heard this, a trace of speechless disgust crossed her face.

Jian Qiao silently handed the man's socks to her: "You can put on socks and slippers." Li Wan was a bit of a clean freak when she was young, and I'm afraid it's even worse now.

"Do you have any clean socks here? I wore this pair yesterday..." Due to drunkenness, she was unconscious last night and couldn't take a shower. Now she is sticky and uncomfortable. , so his expression looked a little irritated.

"I'll look for it." Jian Qiao rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and finally found a pair of festive Christmas stockings, which should have been given by the Christmas store last year, but she had never worn them.

It looked a bit ugly, but there was nothing else, Li Wan struggled for two seconds, and finally made do with it.

The bathroom was too small and dull, Li Wan was not used to it, so she hurried to the toilet, washed her hands and came out.

Jian Qiao handed her a tissue to wipe her hands, and asked casually, "I bought breakfast, do you want some for Vice President Li?"

Li Wan shook her head, her voice was very soft, and she sounded weak: "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat."

She walked to the bedside, took out her mobile phone from her handbag, and muttered to Jian Qiao: "Give me Alipay or WeChat ID."

Jian Qiao reacted for two seconds, and then understood Li Wan's meaning. She calmly reported her WeChat ID to this person.

Li Wan added Jian Qiao as a friend, and after Jian Qiao passed, she transferred [-] to this person in the next second.

"I've never really liked to owe others." Ever since she was tricked by her biological father when she was ten years old and finally forced her to study abroad, Li Wan's trust in others has faded a lot. The people and things around her are always permeated with the concept of the supremacy of interests, which makes Li Wan maintain a high degree of vigilance and suspicion towards anyone who wants to get close.

Jian Qiao concealed the bitterness at the corner of her mouth, and pretended to be happy: "Thank you, Vice President Li, this is almost equal to my monthly salary."

Li Wan pulled her lower lip, with a smile that was not a smile.

Jian Qiao cheered up and drove Li Wan to the villa in person.

After taking a shower and changing into a silk nightgown, Li Wan opened a bottle of red wine and sipped it while lying on the bed.

She rubbed her temples, flipped through her phone casually, and saw a few text messages that Jian Qiao sent her yesterday.

Judging from the content of the text message, there was anxiety, worry and concern between the lines. Li Wan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered the flattering smile when this person left the villa just now, and shook her head secretly.

In fact, on the day when Jian Qiao was confirmed to be the one who crashed Dong Yun's car, Li Wan checked her personal information. At that time, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart: How could Jing University's master of literature and doctorate come to Li's logistics office to be a salted fish? Woolen cloth?

Anyone would think that this person might have other plans, let alone Li Wan who has been in the family business dyeing workshop since childhood.

Li Wan shook the goblet in her hand, and went through the bad things that happened in the company in the past few days from the beginning to the end, and then she understood that behind this series of actions, there was a high probability that it was the ghost of the strong opponent Mingfeng Group. Judging from the surveillance incident, there must have been a shameful traitor in the Li family.

Jian Qiao's stupid look of taking the wrong elevator flashed in her mind, and now she turned her head and thought carefully, could Jing Da's top students really be so stupid?

Thinking of Jian Qiao's strange behavior of carefully identifying her signature last time, and the fact that the sandwiches this person bought earlier were completely in line with her tastes. Even her former secretary Xiaofei didn't know about such taste preferences.

And the way Jian Qiao went to the bar last night to find her and take her home to take care of her is even more intriguing...

The originally mellow red wine in his mouth suddenly became tasteless, and Li Wan felt a little bored in his heart.

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The author has something to say:

It's getting confusing at this stage.