Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 881

Song Siqiao was secretly annoyed, why she always said something unfavorable to her without guarding her head, she was really dying!

"Cough... husband, are you tired from taking a shower so early today? Why don't you go to bed and rest first?"

Ye Minghan said expressionlessly: "I'm resting, how about you?"

Song Siqiao looked at him affectionately: "Of course I'm here to accompany you. What could be more important than you taking a good rest?"

Ye Minghan paused for a moment, then walked to the bed.

Song Siqiao immediately pulled back the quilt for him graciously.

Ye Minghan just lay down when the phone "ding" received a message.

He glanced casually, his expression froze, and then got up and sat up.

Song Siqiao asked, "Who is it?"

"It's from the bank, reminding that the income in the account is 5000 million, what's going on?" Ye Minghan frowned suspiciously.

Song Siqiao's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she filled in the wrong bank card when signing the agreement?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed a possibility.

After all, it would be nice if she could remember the card number, but how could she remember whose it belonged to?

After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "It may be that the company has just negotiated a new deal, and the customer made the payment. How can you remember these when you are busy with everything?"

"Impossible, this is my private account, even if the customer sends money, it will not be transferred to this card." Ye Minghan pondered for a moment after finishing speaking, "No, I have to check."

Song Siqiao's heart sank again. Seeing that he was about to call the bank, she had to bite the bullet and say, "Stop calling, the 5000 million... I earned it..."

A trace of surprise flashed across Ye Minghan's eyes: "How did you earn it?"

Song Siqiao whispered, "I'll tell you if you promise not to get angry."

Ye Minghan nodded patiently: "Say it."

"I earned it by fighting with others..." Song Siqiao finished the whole story, shrinking her neck and not daring to say a word.

Ye Minghan paused for a moment, then sneered: "I worked hard for a week and the company may not be able to make a profit of 5000 million, but you actually made it easily in a few hours? Amazing! Should I ask you to be my teacher?"

Song Guoqiao looked at him pitifully: "I just hit and miss, how can it compare to you as a natural businessman? Besides, I made 5000 million, not lost 5000 million."

Ye Minghan held back his anger and asked, "So?"

"So don't be angry, I promise I won't make money again next time, can I just spend money?" Song Siqiao hugged him flatteringly.

Ye Minghan said with a straight face: "Is this a question of money or not? How many times have I told you, don't make trouble, you just don't have a long memory."

"I know, I promise there will be no next time."

"How many times have you promised?"

Seeing that his complexion still showed no signs of improvement, Song Siqiao had no choice but to use her trump card, reaching out to push him back, and then covering him up.

Ye Minghan didn't know, so: "What are you going to do?"

Song Siqiao narrowed her eyes dangerously on purpose: "What are you doing? Of course I raped you!"

"I warn you, don't play with fire and set yourself on fire, get up quickly."

"Then try it, is it you or me?" Song Siqiao said as she stretched out her finger and poked on his open chest.

She was wearing a white T-shirt today, the neckline was a little too big, and the corset was completely loose during the fight just now, so she could clearly see the spring inside at this moment.

Ye Minghan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and then turned his back on the guest, turning over and pressing her under him, with a slightly hoarse voice: "The fire I started will be put out by myself."

"Of course it's me, otherwise who else do you want to find? But before that, I have to take a shower, please wait for a while." Song Siqiao pushed him away and stood up.

Ye Minghan pulled her back with his backhand: "No hurry, we will wash together later..."

(End of this chapter)