He opened the car door and strode upstairs.

"Little thing, do you know what you are talking about? Huh?" Josnian held the phone tightly.

"I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to see what the little fresh meat looks like."

"I'm tired of living."

Ye Jiaqi was drunk, sitting on the sofa in the private room, kicking off his high heels, and making trouble with a group of equally drunk women.

"Jia Qi, Master Qiao takes care of you so much. You are not a child anymore. My husband doesn't care about me, and I don't care about him. We usually play our own games."

"No, men can't be spoiled during a good time. Are you always under pressure from Master Qiao at home?"

Ye Jiaqi twisted his hair between his fingers, his face flushed, his eyes shining: "No, he wouldn't dare to go west if I told him to go east."

It was very hot in the private room. When Josnian opened the curtain and came in, he happened to see Ye Jiaqi half-lying on the sofa, with his shoes kicked off and he was in no shape.

He stood behind Ye Jiaqi and said nothing.

The women were startled and did not dare to speak nonsense.

There was loud music playing in the private room, and Ye Jiaqi didn't even hear the footsteps. She leaned lazily on the pillow: "I make the decisions at home, and I make the decisions outside. Comrade Lao Qiao listens to me."

"Jiaqi, you are so awesome."

“Just so so.”

Josnian stood behind her, leaned down, put his hands on the sofa, and bent down to get closer to her.

Heat lingered around Ye Jiaqi's neck.

Ye Jiaqi was still unconscious and half-squinted his eyes: "It seems a little hot."

Not only is it a little hot, but it also smells a little familiar.

"Jia Qi, didn't Master Qiao call you? Do you want to go back? We will see you off."

"No." Ye Jiaqi shook his head childishly, "Didn't you say that you have a little girl? Where is it? You don't mean that she is a model, where is she?"

"Behind you."

"real?!"

Ye Jiaqi turned her head in surprise, and hit Lao Qiao's forehead as soon as she turned her head. She screamed in pain.

Looking up again, he saw Josnian's deep and gloomy eyes, his tall nose and thin lips, with clear and familiar contours.

Ye Jiaqi blinked and stared at him with hazy drunken eyes for a few seconds: "Why does he look a bit like Comrade Lao Qiao?"

No one said a word.

A woman had already left quietly with her bag hunched over her waist and slipped out the back door.

One slipped away, and the others followed suit.

If you don't dare to provoke me, they'd better run away first.

Josnian stared at Ye Jiaqi with a pair of sharp eyes. Ye Jiaqi felt more like him and laughed: "Why do they look so similar..."

After saying that, Ye Jiaqi also complained: "Aren't you talking about Xiaoxianrou? Why do you look like Comrade Lao Qiao? Xiaoxianrou is not like this."

She pouted her lips and took a closer look. This was too... similar.

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi remembered that Josnian was going upstairs to find her.

She was so frightened that she quickly hid behind her and covered her face with a pillow. Finally she realized that it was Comrade Lao Qiao.

Josnian sneered: "Recognize it?"

Ye Jiaqi was about to cry but had no tears, and was so drunk that he woke up from his sleep.

"I thought you didn't even recognize your husband." Josnian said, "Ye Jiaqi, what does the little fresh meat look like? Huh?"

The pillow covered Ye Jiaqi's face, and she wanted to... run.

"How courageous." Josnian raised his hand and threw away her pillow, then walked around and grabbed her wrist, "Come back with me."
Chapter completed!