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

Chapter 6 robbing marriage (7)

Yu Chiguang's thoughts drifted infinitely far, and she didn't even notice that the car had stopped in front of a villa. She only came back to her senses when she heard a deep and pleasant male voice who was still holding back her anger.

"Get out of the car, do you want me to carry you in!" Song Qingyi had already opened the door and got out of the car, and was standing outside the car staring at her with a cold face.

Yu Chiguang came back to his senses and stabilized his mind. When he saw Song Qingyi's eyes, he felt a little hairy in his heart. Although she didn't know what she did wrong, she knew that he was angry, and the reason for his anger was because of her.

"Hey, no need, I'll get off by myself, get off by myself..." Yu Chiguang grabbed his skirt and moved his body to get out of the car with a smile.

Unexpectedly, as soon as one foot stepped on the ground, she "hissed" in pain, and her eyebrows frowned. All this fell into Song Qingyi's eyes.

With a trace of concern in his eyes, he looked down at the top of her hair and said, "What's wrong?"

"The foot hurts..." Yu Chiguang raised her head, blinked her big black eyes, and looked at him pitifully. She knew that Song Qingyi always took the easy way out, and every time she made a mistake, she just had to pretend Poor, just show your weakness and you can get it done.

Song Qingyi looked at her pretending to be pitiful, his face didn't change much, but when his eyes fell on the pair of [-]cm high heels on her feet, his face became a little ugly, and his brows frowned. dead tight.

"Who told you to wear this!" The tone was bad and dangerous.

"..." It's just, what should Yu Chiguang say about this question, and he glanced at Song Qingyi's unfriendly expression, and said slowly, "It's a makeup artist..."

Song Qingyi didn't reply, but just reached out and took off his suit jacket, and handed the clothes to Dong Yuan who had been standing respectfully behind him, and with a bent body, he hugged Yu Chiguang horizontally.

"Hey, Song..." Yu Chiguang didn't react for a while, but was suddenly hugged by him.

"Shut up!" Song Qing stared straight ahead without even glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes, and he didn't gasp at all while holding her, but his voice was still too cold.

Therefore, Yu Chiguang could only hold back the words that came to his lips in a useless manner.

Thinking about how she fought against the invincible opponents in the Jinse Shiguang Villa area all those years ago, she was still defeated by Song Qingyi's cold sword!
And Dong Yuan, who followed closely behind, saw Yu Chiguang's obedient look who was shocked by his own boss, and sighed in his heart, only his own boss could tame Miss Yu, a little ancestor.

Entering the gate of the villa, Yu Chiguang thought that Song Qingyi was going to put her down, so he twisted his body twice to get down, but who knew that Song Qingyi just glanced at her coldly, and the arms holding her were even tighter. Tightening his strength, he hugged her and walked straight into the bedroom without saying a word.

Song Qingyi carried her into the bedroom, which was almost rude, and threw her directly on the bed.

"Can't you be gentle!!" Yu Chiguang got up from the bed, stared at the culprit standing by the bed, with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Remove this pile of rags on your body." When Song Qingyi said this, he had already bent down, took off her shoes, and threw them far away.

Yu Chiguang felt distressed when he saw it. It was handmade in Italy, and the price was seven figures. Song Qingyi was really a waste, so he raised his head and looked at him sadly: "Why did you throw it away?"

(End of this chapter)