Gao Leng Husband Hurry Up and Like

Chapter 41 My Cleanliness Husband 7
One is the self-made richest man, and the other is an ordinary child in a single-parent family.People who can't get along with each other even get married?
So amazing, so dreamy.

However, for Rong Xiang's answer, what he got was not Shen Qingrui's answer, but a lot of English books!

When Shen Qingrui brought it, Rong Xiang was still a little dazed, with bright eyes, confused and stupid.

"Stretch out your hand." A cold voice sounded, and Rong Xiang stretched out his hands subconsciously.Shen Qingrui unceremoniously threw all the books in Rong Xiang's hands, and she staggered so heavily that she almost fell down.

"There's a seat, go and review." Shen Qingrui pointed to a small desk in front of Rong Xiang's right.In front of this small desk, there is a large desk.

The large desk is rigid and made of high-quality mahogany. It has a majestic feeling at a glance.

The small desk is different, the table is relatively low, surrounded by small sofas.

You can write lying down, sitting, sitting on the ground, or even lying on your stomach. In short, you can do whatever you feel comfortable with, and it’s more casual.

The style of this study is relatively ancient and rigorous.That relatively casual set of small desks is not Shen Qingrui's style at first glance.

This was prepared by Shen Qingrui last night after Rong Xiang came.

However, Yi Rongxiang's broken head might not have thought of this point, and she would never believe that Shen Qingrui, a cold-blooded animal, would have such a careful side.

"Can I...can I not review?" Rong Xiang looked at the books in her hand, and she suspected that they were all over her weight.

"Go quickly." Shen Qingrui is definitely not a person who will talk nonsense to her, pointing to the small desk, he added, "When it's time for dinner, I will choose a few test questions from these books, if you make a mistake If there is one question, one dish will be missing for dinner, and if you type all wrong, you will not be allowed to eat a single grain of rice.”

He didn't leave any room for it, and after finishing speaking, he went directly to his own work, opened the file, bowed his head to work, and ignored Rong Xiang who was gnashing his teeth.

"I...!" Rong Xiang wanted to curse, but seeing Shen Qingrui working, she couldn't say anything.

It was as if there was a natural barrier in front of him, isolating everything.

Rong Xiang pouted, threw the book on the small desk, and fell on the sofa with his whole body, it was so soft and comfortable.

"You haven't given me the answer yet." Rong Xiang muttered dissatisfied.

It's okay if you don't think about this question, but once you think about it, it becomes a knot in your heart, and there is no answer, which is really uncomfortable.

But Shen Qingrui had already started working, and turned a deaf ear to Rong Xiang's question.

Rong Xiang rolled on the sofa, struggling.

As for those English books, she had already forgotten about dinner.It's not that she is not interested in dinner, on the contrary, she is a typical foodie, she loves any food very much, and seeing it will make her blood boil.

What Rong Xiang didn't care about was that she didn't believe that Shen Qingrui would treat her like this and not let her finish eating.

Where is someone newly married like this.

Rong Xiang was bored, so he picked up his phone and began to browse Weibo.She is a typical mobile phone addict, Internet addicted girl.

I have to scroll through Weibo several times a day.

Rong Xiang has a Weibo title: Hot Little Shrimp.

Only a dozen poor little fans.Regardless of the Weibo she reposted, or her own mood, basically no one commented on it, let alone reposted it, at most it was one or two innocuous likes.

(End of this chapter)