It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 12 Fake Marriage (5)

"Oh, good." Uncle Tong nodded and turned to go to the kitchen to clean up the rest of the dishes, but he turned around and looked back at Song Qingyi as if he remembered something, and then looked at it again. It took Yu Chiguang a long time to say three words: "Young Madam?"

Before Yu Chiguang realized what Uncle Tong meant, Song Qingyi who was standing behind nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Tong, we will be called Mrs. Yuyushao in the future. We have registered today, next month It's time to prepare for the wedding, you have to get used to it."

"Oh." Uncle Tong nodded despite his intense reaction for a long time, turned around and was still muttering: "Master and Ms. Yu got married, good thing, good thing, good thing!"

Hearing Uncle Tong say good things three times, Yu Chiguang felt awkward, staring at Song Qingyi who was standing in front of him dressed as if he wanted to be taken off, and said, "Why are you talking to Uncle Tong like that!"

"Am I wrong?" Song Qingyi leaned over and looked at her indifferently with raised eyebrows: "Aren't we married, don't we have a wedding next month, aren't you Mrs. Song now?"

Song Qingyi said three things in a row, and Yu Chiguang was speechless: "It's all, it's just..."

"Just what?" Song Qingyi asked her while walking towards the refrigerator.

"In any case, we are now a fake marriage. One day when the time is right, we will still get a divorce!" Although Yu Chiguang is very grateful for Song Qingyi's self-sacrifice, she still feels the need to say these things right now. Be clear.

Song Qingyi's back was obviously stiff, and his brows were cold: "Fake marriage?"

"Yes!" Although Yu Chiguang didn't know why Song Qingyi's tone suddenly became a little strange, he still nodded.

"Oh." Song Qing replied meaninglessly, then turned around to pour water.

Yu Chiguang followed him hesitantly, as if he still had something to say, Song Qingyi turned his head after pouring the water and saw the hesitant Yu Chiguang.

Frowning slightly, he said, "What else is there?"

"Where do I sleep?" Yu Chiguang twisted his fingers, feeling extremely awkward.

It's neither the first time to come to the villa, nor the first time to stay here, but now thinking about sleeping here tonight, I feel a little strange in my heart, which is different from the usual feeling. Speaking of which, she still has this villa Here comes the key.

"Where do you want to live?" Song Qingyi didn't know if her awkward appearance pleased Song Qingyi, but there was interest in his eyes.

"Then you sleep on the sofa, I'll sleep on the bed!" Yu Chiguang didn't feel that he was too thick-skinned at all, so he took it for granted.

"..." Song Qing held the water glass tightly with her fingers, and her relaxed expression froze for half a second. Did she really want to piss him off?

"Wonderful!" Song Qing said with some teeth gnashing: "You have two choices: first, sleep on the bed with me, second, you sleep on the sofa, but without a quilt!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yu Chiguang to say anything, he continued, "I'll give you three seconds to think about it, three, two..."

"I sleep in bed!"

Before Song Qingyi could count to one, Yu Chiguang hurriedly replied, then turned around and ran upstairs like a rabbit.

Song Qingyi looked at her back and smiled silently, then walked up slowly.

Yu Chiguang ran into the room and locked the door, then went to the bathroom to wash up without guilt.

While brushing his teeth, he lamented his quick response, every time Song Qingyi would count things with confidence, and every time Yu Chiguang made him get what he wanted, this time he must not let him get what he wanted.

(End of this chapter)