Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 46 You Think I Have Nothing To Eat

Saying that it was Guanyin, Qin Hao took out the pendant again, looked carefully, and it was indeed.

Mrs. Song expressed her meaning very implicitly, she didn't mention a word when she was eating, and when she left, she sent a Guanyin to let people understand.

If it were her parents, they would definitely not do things in such a sarcastic manner, and would definitely ask directly: When are you going to have a child!

thought here.

Qin Anhao's heart stopped, and he hurriedly put the pendant back into the box, turned his head to look at Song Yizheng's handsome side face, remained silent for a while, and finally said nothing.

It's best not to mention this kind of thing. If you say it, it will be embarrassing for both of you.

Just like this all the way home in silence, Qin Anhao went back to the room directly after entering the room.

Song Yizheng looked much more calm and calm, looking at Qin Anhao's figure who ran away as soon as he entered the house, frowned handsomely, and turned back to the bedroom.

The night is getting darker.

The next morning.

Although Qin Anhao didn't sleep well, but thinking about making breakfast, he got into the kitchen early.

Compared with the previous two times, Qin Anhao paid much more attention this time.

Instead of cooking quick-frozen dumplings, I make them myself in the morning.

When Song Yizheng got up, the dumplings happened to be cooked.

Seeing Qin Anhao's hard work early in the morning, Song Yizheng's eyes showed a little praise. He sat at the dining table, looked at the dumpling-like dumplings, and frowned slightly.

Obviously, the workmanship is a bit unsatisfactory, and the skin is thick before eating.

Qin Anhao acted as if he hadn't noticed, and sat directly opposite Song Yizheng, and said, "I got up early in the morning to make this, you can't give zero points this time."

After all, Qin Anhao stared at Song Yizheng.

At this time, Song Yizheng's position happened to be facing the sea on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the halo called the man's strong figure, shining brightly!

Seeing that Qin Anhao cared so much, Song Yizheng slightly raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and took a leisurely bite.

After eating, his brows became tighter and tighter.

Qin Anhao also followed Song Yizheng's frown, and his whole face collapsed.

however.

"Five points."

At this moment, Song Yizheng gave a point indifferently.

Hearing this, Qin Anhao's hand holding the chopsticks froze, looked up at Song Yizheng in astonishment for a long while, stood up quickly and hurriedly, ran into Song Yizheng's study, typed a watch, and when he finally came out, took a stick The pen, hand it to Song Yizheng.

"Sign it."

After saying that, Qin Anhao stared at Song Yizheng, feeling happy about this matter.

Song Yizheng didn't immediately take the pen Qin Anhao handed him, but only slightly lowered his head to look at what Qin Anhao asked him to sign.

An extremely simple form that says, breakfast on October 500rd, five points, a total of [-]RMB.

Usually, the documents that Song Yizheng can sign must be at least a contract worth over [-] million yuan.

However, at this moment, Song Yizheng didn't think that he had signed any contract, he just raised his eyes and glanced at the woman, and when he saw her expectant face, he reached out to take the pen handed over by Qin Anhao, and signed his name in a smooth manner.

After signing, I felt inexplicably irritable.

Song Yizheng signed it, and Qin An hurriedly put away the things and continued eating dumplings.

But she just opened her mouth and was about to bite down.

Song Yizheng, who was sitting across from him, suddenly stopped the action of making dumplings, and asked in a neutral tone: "Qin Anhao, do you think this is suitable for a husband and wife?"

After saying that, Song Yizheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, raised his head slightly, and stared at her with a hint of restlessness in his cold eyes.

When Qin Anhao was asked such a question by Song Yizheng, his hands suddenly stiffened in shock. After recovering from his nerves, he bit the dumpling first, but did not reply.

Song Yizheng continued.

"Do you think I have nothing to eat, so I can only eat what you cook? Or is it because there is no one in my company, so I must let you manage it; or, I come back every day because the living environment here is really better than what I used to Did you live well?"

When Song Yizheng said this, his eyes were cold, his face was cold, and his tone was very light.

The game of cat and mouse will get tired after playing for a long time.

What's more, Song Yizheng never planned to play like this from the beginning to the end.

Song Yizheng is too sober and too clear, which makes it easy for people to fall into deep traps.

When Qin Anhao heard Song Yizheng's words, he forgot to swallow the dumplings in his mouth, lowered his head, and didn't even dare to move his fingers.

She can feel these problems.

a long time……

Seeing that Qin Anhao didn't even raise his head, Song Yizheng had to put down the chopsticks in his hands, stood up suddenly, and said, "There's only so much I can do for the time being, you have to figure it out yourself."

After saying that, Song Yizheng had gone far away, but Qin Anhao suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, unable to eat any more.

Song Yizheng's words made Qin Anhao feel restless and distracted all morning.

When they were free at noon, Liang Qingqing and Qin Anhao sat down to eat together.

Seeing that Qin Anhao kept wandering, he couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with you today?" Liang Qingqing and Qin Anhao have known each other for so long, and she has never seen her so distracted.

Hearing this, Qin An regained his composure, quickly reached out to pick up the chopsticks, and stuffed the food into his mouth.

Liang Qingqing wanted to stop her but it was too late.

Qin An was so hot that he spat out the meat that had just been stuffed into his mouth, looking a little embarrassed.

At this moment, Liang Qingqing suddenly stopped eating, thought for a while and then asked: "Emotional issues." After finishing speaking, seeing Qin An not denying it, Liang Qingqing rolled her eyes, and continued: "I feel now, Any relationship is unreliable, and love that does not aim at marriage is a hooligan."

"Then there is such a trace of the predecessor in my heart."

When Liang Qingqing mentioned this kind of question, Qin Anhao asked it out of interest.

She has a crush on Song Yizheng, and because of that, she doesn't want to deceive his feelings; she has someone who has lived in her heart for seven years and hasn't left yet.

"Is it your problem?"

Liang Qingqing heard Qin Anhao's reply, and abruptly poked Qin Anhao's heart.

Qin Anhao was taken aback for a moment, but didn't answer in embarrassment.

She knew that she shouldn't have Zhou Xu in her heart, but the issue of feelings had to be taken care of, and it might take some time before it would be cleared up.

"The ex is a fart, if you let go, you won't come back."

Liang Qingqing didn't ask deeply, but analyzed the ex's question in depth.

After finishing speaking, Liang Qingqing continued to lower her head to eat, and glanced at Qin An for several times; she knew that Qin Anhao's incumbent was Mr. Song, a very powerful person.

"If there is a man with a car, a house and a serious job who is willing to marry me, I will marry him right away; things like love, vigorous and so on, are not suitable for ordinary people like us..."

Liang Qingqing said a lot later, but Qin Anhao was not in the mood to listen.

She understands the truth.

Maybe she was too emotional.

Song Yizheng spoke so clearly, she should really think clearly.

after get off work.

Qin Anhao originally wanted to go home by himself.

But as soon as I got to the bus stop, I remembered another matter, and after a long time of ideological struggle, I took out my phone and looked for the phone book.

Song Yizheng.

dial.

No one answered the first time.

Qin Anhao felt that this was very embarrassing, so he put away the phone directly and didn't call again.

She didn't call back until she got on the bus.

After two rings, Qin Anhao connected.

"what's up?"

As soon as it was connected, a man's cool voice came.

Qin Anhao was startled when he heard this, and didn't reply for a while.

"say."

Qin Anhao didn't return, but Song Yizheng urged him in a deep voice.

ps/ ask for a ticket
(End of this chapter)