The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 667
I am attached to your Qiao family, and I always have to think about whether it is appropriate when I speak. How can I refuse? If you don't get married, you won't get married.

"Chihiro, did you hear that, let's get married."

Put it on ice, it's cold, it's painfully cold.

I think what I hear now is not fantasy, I am so sober, and what he said is so real.

Every man with a good family background will not easily want to get married, especially when there are many lovers who know each other.They enjoy being unmarried, enjoying the thrill of being chased and the feeling of being in the clouds.

When you get married, you naturally have to pay certain responsibilities. Whether you like it or not, family needs to pay, not just enjoy it.

Qiao Dongcheng doesn't like marriage, when he was with me, he never mentioned it.

I think he might be stimulated today, maybe he is in a bad mood now, so he said these words impulsively.

I just told him to go back and rest first.

We all need time to digest this.

I couldn't digest the news all day.

Going back to Ji Xiaobei's apartment with some dementia, Ji Xiaobei was dressed very nicely, with a British gentleman style, full of extravagance, but he looked at me eagerly like a puppy: "I'm starving to death." , you just came back to cook for me."

"The bus came slowly, and there was a traffic jam." So it was late when I came back.

He took off his shoes, put on the slippers Ji Xiaobei bought, picked up the dishes, and went to the kitchen.

Turning on the faucet, the water was rushing, and Ji Xiaobei hugged me from behind while washing the vegetables: "Qianxun, let me give you the trolley, so you don't have to wait for the bus, and you don't have to make me hungry."

"Heh, Ji Xiaobei, are you kidding me? You'll rave about my cooking. You can eat whatever Ji Xiaoye wants."

"I just miss you." He leaned against the refrigerator and smiled hippie: "How nice to send you a trolley, so that you can sleep more and don't have to rush out early in the morning."

"No." I refused flatly: "Go out, I have to cook, there is a lot of oily smoke."

"Chihiro."

"Ah."

"What are you thinking?"

I looked up at him: "What did I think?"

"You washed the rice and threw it away."

I only saw it now, but it was too late to remedy it, and most of the rice flowed down the water pipe.

He smiled apologetically: "I'll put some more rice down."

"If you have something on your mind, you might as well tell me." He raised his brows and said seductively, "I, Ji Xiaobei, won't let you go if you have something difficult to solve, and I won't make you frown."

"It's easy to say, but who insisted that I live here?"

He smiled: "This doesn't count."

"Rogue." He snorted coldly, "Why are you free today?" The big bad wolf still wants to play the role of a close sister, Ji Xiaobei, what are you pretending to be.

He smiled faintly: "For entertainment or something, it can't compare to Qian Xun's baby, no, hurry back and wait for you to cook."

I would be poor-mouthed. I washed the vegetables and put the oil in the pot, peeling and peeling, the smell of oil, and the splashing heat.

Just this kind of life, just this kind of voice, is enough.

"Ji Xiaobei." I called softly, "How long will you protect me?"

I spoke softly, I thought he didn't hear, but he quickly answered me: "I've been guarding you for a long time, so long that you don't know when it will start, and I don't know when it will end."

I smiled happily, pursed my lips and glared at him: "Go out, it's full of oily smoke, go and clean the table."

"Of order." His smile was really too good-looking.

After dinner, he wanted to go to rest, only to find that the room next to him had been turned into a study for him, and the bed was gone.

He followed, stroked my long hair with one hand and said, "Why, there are more books in the study room. They were delivered by someone, and they are still new. Can you smell the fragrance of ink? I've never read them since I was a child." I like reading books, but I hate these smells even more, thinking that you might like them, I will barely bear this nasty smell."

"Who said I like reading, Ji Xiaobei, what about the bed?"

He said happily: "At any rate, we are well-known people. If we don't have some books to pretend at home, people will think we are upstarts. There is only a second room. You can read books in the future, and I can work here. It only takes half a day." Well, the garbage collector likes the bed very much, I gave it to him, and he is very happy."

I looked at him with a straight face: "I'm very unhappy."

"What's wrong with you, dear, go warm up the bed, it's getting colder today."

"Ji Xiaobei." I called out unhappily.

But he didn't take it seriously, and pushed me in: "Go quickly, I asked someone for rose essential oil yesterday, and they said it's first-class for beauty and fatigue relief, so take a good soak."

Well, I'm not a chaste woman, otherwise I wouldn't be with Ji Xiaobei.

This is his territory, and he has the final say.

For rich young masters like them, being able to say this with a smile makes them feel very respected.

I scooped up a handful of cold water and washed my face, and my thorns were almost worn away by rolling in the society.

Some things are too fussy and too detailed, which will only hurt yourself.

It doesn't matter if I share the same bed with Ji Xiaoqiao and arm myself, after all, what right do I have to have anything to do with him.

He sleeps very domineeringly, always snatching my quilt.

I thought, have I met him somewhere, why would he be so nice to a woman he doesn't know, or who he met in the meanest way?
I, Mo Qianxun, have nothing now.

He urged him to get up early in the morning, and went to squeeze toothpaste for him. He was really lazy. The socks were clearly placed, but he was able to miss them. The shoes and the shoe cabinet were expensive things, but he stood there every day. In a daze in front of the shoe cabinet.

"Ji Xiaobei, if you look at the shoes, will they be put on for you?" I asked him curiously.

Did he have a fairy tale dream last night, so today he is waiting for the shoes to be put on him automatically?

Ji Xiaobei was a little frustrated: "It is a great pain in life to have no one to help me organize my clothes every day."

"inability."

"Baby Qianxun, do you still want to go back to sleep?" He snorted coldly, "I think so too."

"I'm going to work." If I really want to go back to sleep, his eyes will be hot and he will have to toss me again.

"Master, I don't care if you want to go to work or not. Hurry up and come pick out a pair of shoes for me."

(End of this chapter)