Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 262 Domestic Violence (3)
"Hey." Cheng Siqi looked at him and smiled, "Isn't this coaxing you. Let's eat the glutinous rice balls and calm down."

"Okay." Song Wang bit the glutinous rice balls, stretched out his hand to grab her, and pulled her to sit on the sofa, "Let's eat first, and I'll clean you up when I'm done."

Uh……

Cheng Siqi gave him a pitiful look: "Can I be merciful?"

Song stared at her, and she hurriedly said, "Then, can I apply for installments? This is work. How about making sure to report in advance for scenes above hugging in the future? I have to go to Interstellar to record songs tomorrow."

"Instalment?" Song Wang took a steamed bun and fed it to her, "Do you think that the debt is too heavy?"

Cheng Siqi puffed her cheeks and chewed, unable to speak, Song Wang poked her face with the other side of the chopsticks: "You just think about how to atone for your sins at night."

"My husband." Cheng Siqi called out vaguely.

"Don't call me." Song Wang glared at her, and ate a bun himself, "It's useless to break your throat."

"Broken throat, broken throat, broken throat..." Cheng Siqi approached him with a smile, and gave him a heavy "boo" on his lips.

"It's enough." Song Wang hugged her vigorously, stretched out his hand to pinch her waist, but couldn't get angry.

In fact, she was obviously angry for a long time, but she winked her eyebrows twice, and her heart melted.

Really enough!
Song Wang had no choice but to hug her and feed her glutinous rice balls without complaint.

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Qing, who was waiting outside, heard the door knock, raised his eyes, and his eldest brother came out with a straight face, holding his little sister-in-law in his arms.

To be angry, to be angry, or not to be angry?
Zhao Qing felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to guess his thoughts, so he stood up and laughed dryly, and said, "It's 09:30. Come back. I'll take you home."

Song Wang snorted through his nose, very arrogant.

Cheng Siqi couldn't help laughing, she blinked at Zhao Qing, all the way home, was carried by Song Wang into the door and thrown on the bed, and couldn't laugh anymore.

She was fiddled with like this and that, rubbed up and down, rubbed left and right, and finally, the big bed trembled, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Song Wang opened the window, and the room was well lit.

At seven o'clock, Cheng Siqi woke up in a daze, thinking about the day's schedule, just got out of bed with her sore waist, her legs softened, and she almost fell to her knees beside the bed.

"What's wrong?" Song Wang hurriedly leaned forward to help her, Cheng Siqi patted his hand and said speechlessly, "It's nothing, I don't want to talk to you."

"Hey." Song Wang raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. Seeing her holding on to the bed and standing still, his heart ached, and he leaned over and said softly, "Are you tired? Are your legs weak?"

"What do you think?" Cheng Siqi didn't bother to talk to him, and went towards the bathroom.

"I think," Song Wang said solemnly, looking at her back, "my wife's body is delicate and flexible, so two or three times is not a problem at all."

With a "bang", Cheng Siqi knocked on the bathroom door and stared at the stars.

"Hey, I'll go." Song Wang was really anxious now, jumped off the bed quickly, checked her forehead, and said in a hurry, "What's the matter, this is it, let me see."

Cheng Siqi's forehead was red and swollen a little.

"Hi. Walk carefully." Song Wang said, leaned over and blew, then pushed her towards the bathroom mirror, moistened the towel to help her press it, "Look, it's all swollen. "

I feel so distressed!
"It's okay." Cheng Siqi supported the washstand with one hand, and felt a stomachache, so she waved him and pushed him out.

Only then did I find out that my aunt had reported for duty.

It still hurts.

She dawdled in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, and before going out, Song Wang had already gone downstairs.

Just a little black cat, squatting at her feet and looking at her.

"Meow!" Meow raised her head and called out to her, Cheng Siqi smiled, bent down to hold it in her arms, and stretched out her hand to smooth its fur.

After leaving the room, Jiang Li called out "cousin" behind her, and stopped her.

"What?" Cheng Siqi hugged the cat and turned around, Jiang Li rubbed his golden hair and came to her, lowered his head slightly, and smiled with a smile on his lips: "Let's discuss it."

"What do you want?" Cheng Siqi looked him up and down, "Borrow money?"

"I'm going, you know me too well!" Jiang Li jumped back, and immediately smiled, "How about it, borrow some, I know you'd better talk."

"Is two thousand a month enough?" Cheng Siqi asked a little tiredly, yawning.

"It must not be enough." Jiang Li said pitifully, "It's not enough to eat. It's not enough at all! I haven't played for a month, and this summer vacation is coming soon. A friend's birthday, let me get together, so sorry if I don't go .”

"You're an adult, and you can't just idle around like this all day long." Cheng Siqi said thoughtfully, thinking about Song Wang's words, looked at him and said, "Go to the company during the summer vacation, two months of internship, and I'll pay you."

"Ah." Jiang Li stepped down immediately with a face, "How much money can there be?! It's not interesting."

"I'm letting you go to work, not to play!" Cheng Siqi said speechlessly, "Can you grow up?"

"Hi. Let's talk about it after the holiday." Jiang Li stretched out his hands and pulled his hair twice, and said eagerly, "Lend me the money first. Really, I'm not feeling well this month."

Cheng Siqi rolled his eyes at him: "How much?"

"Five thousand lines?" Jiang Li looked at her tentatively.

"What do you think?" Cheng Siqi raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Would you like to send a golden mountain to your friend?"

"Five thousand won't work?" Jiang Li looked at her depressedly, "Then three thousand. It really can't be less. You can't buy anything good with 3000 yuan."

"I'll transfer Alipay to you later." Cheng Siqi didn't make things difficult for him.

"I know you are the best." Jiang Li smiled immediately, bent down and touched the little black cat in her arms, and said "meow", so scared that Meow jumped out of Cheng Siqi's arms and ran away.

It was originally Saturday, Jiang Weiran and Xiao Siyuan were still asleep, Cheng Siqi had breakfast, and Jiang Li volunteered to drive her to Xingji.

(End of this chapter)