Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 40 Can you give me a little time to adapt

Chapter 40 Can You Give Me Some Time To Adapt
Qiaozhou is a well-known ancient city at home and abroad, full of tourists every season. Song Siqiao deliberately chose to get off near the Xideng Scenic Spot, because it is very close to the old house, and it is only a few alleys and one road away, but she is still there. He didn't dare to go back, not sure if Ye Minghan would find him, or it would be safer in such a place where it's easy for people to escape.

So I bought a ticket and walked slowly into the scenic spot alone.

It was noon, and there was a burst of tempting fragrance floating on the ancient street.

She approached a well-known snail noodle shop, ordered a bowl of spicy snail noodle, and then nervously took out her mobile phone. After turning it on, it was quiet, and she felt even more uneasy, feeling a kind of tranquility before the storm.

After the snail powder was served, I ate half of it. Suddenly the weather outside changed, and the wind was strong. After a while, the big raindrops poured down. Song Siqiao secretly sighed that it was unlucky. After eating, I asked for another bowl, and breathed out the hotness.

The shop gradually became more crowded, and a group of tourists sheltered from the rain gathered at the door. Song Siqiao thought about running home in the rain after eating, when there was a commotion at the door.

She looked up, and saw a man standing there holding a black umbrella holding a black umbrella, staring straight at her with eagle-like eyes.

She was caught off guard and coughed violently as she choked on the soup in her mouth.

Ye Minghan put away his umbrella, walked over a few steps and sat opposite her, at the same time a gust of wind came in from the window.

So cold.

Song Siqiao completely stopped thinking about running away, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, then turned her head.

"Boss, have another bowl."

Ye Minghan resisted the urge to cut off her neck, walked across and sat down.

"Why don't you keep running?"

"I didn't run away, but I suddenly wanted to eat the snail noodles here, so I came here specially." Song Siqiao smiled flatteringly, "You are thinking too much."

"Really? Then hurry up and eat. Since you have already arrived here, you can register here by the way." Ye Ming looked at her coldly, his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.

"Uh... I forgot to tell you that I lost my ID card last time, so why don't you wait for me to reissue it before registering?"

Song Siqiao hid her ID card while thinking about going back, but where did she keep her ID card?I really can't remember it for a while.

At this moment, Ye Minghan took out something from her pocket. She took a closer look and her heart sank, but she had to pretend to be surprised on the surface.

"So you picked it up? What a coincidence! Where did you pick it up?"

"It's in your bedside table." Ye Minghan leaned back in his chair, looking at her leisurely.

Song Siqiao: "..."

"Mrs. Ye, are you ready to eat?"

Song Siqiao's heart tightened, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, so she cleared her throat and analyzed it thoroughly.

"I think it's better for us to continue to be in a relationship, because if I become Mrs. Ye, you may not be as free as you are now. You have to report to me wherever you go. You also know that I am very narrow-minded and have a bad temper. If I don't report it in time, I will come to the door, and if I do something at that time, it will have a bad influence on you, don't you think so?"

"No, I will definitely report everything to you no matter where I go."

"Uh... But people say that marriage is the tomb of love. I'm a little scared. Can you give me some time to adapt?"

"Yes." Ye Minghan said decisively, "Get the certificate first, and you can adapt as you like."

This……

That's already a certainty, and it's a fart to get used to it!
(End of this chapter)

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