The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 100 You Are Holding Your Chopsticks Upside Down
Seeing that Duan Xiu's smile was lost, Song Xiaoqiao got a little annoyed, took the chopsticks and tapped lightly on the table, "Hey, do you want to eat or not, or—"

"Eat, eat." Duan Xiu held back his laughter, his face sullen, but within a few seconds, he laughed again.

Song Xiaoqiao raised her eyes and stared at him, "I won't eat if you laugh again."

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore." Duan Xiu kept a straight face, trying his best to cooperate with his little wife.

Now Song Xiaoqiao was a little embarrassed, because as soon as she raised her head, she saw the white flowers in front of Duan Xiu, because she was angry in front of her, she didn't pay much attention to it, and she didn't know where to put her eyes when she calmed down.

If you don't pay attention, you will see it. On the other hand, Duan Xiu's face is full of enjoyment, and he is eating gracefully. Those who don't know think he is posing for a photo.

Hey, Song Xiaoqiao stood up, and Duan Xiu immediately became nervous.

"Sit down, what do you want?"

"You, can you wear a dress, you look like this-" Song Xiaoqiao didn't continue, she believed that Duan Xiu absolutely understood.

However, Duan Xiu just glanced at her, and blocked his face with one hand, "Is this okay?"

"No." Song Xiaoqiao shook her head and said directly.

Duan Xiu put down his chopsticks, looked at his little wife, "Why don't you take one off for me?"

Song Xiaoqiao looked at herself, could she be the first girl to put clothes on boys?

No way, Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, "No, boys undress for girls, hey, stop, what are you doing?"

Duan Xiu stopped his hands and looked innocent, "You didn't ask me to undress for you, so—"

"I mean, hey, I won't talk anymore, eat, eat." Song Xiaoqiao was tired.

She tried her best not to raise her head and focused her eyes on the delicious food, however, her neck was always out of order.

Duan Xiu lowered his head, his eyes were full of smiles, and even his eyebrows were raised.

After a while, he withdrew his hand covering his chest and looked at his little wife out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, Song Xiaoqiao also raised her head, her eyes met. Song Xiaoqiao almost forgot to breathe, and hurriedly lowered her head.

This guy, absolutely, definitely did it on purpose.

Song Xiaoqiao hates it, and there are more regrets.

She had a brain twitch, she insisted on telling him to eat it, if she had known that she would rather eat it by herself than this.

Duan Xiu was about to burst out laughing in his heart, but on the surface he was still serious.

This is probably Song Xiaoqiao's longest meal. Duan Xiu didn't stop her chopsticks, and she couldn't stop either.

Seeing Duan Xiu eating so slowly, Song Xiaoqiao was going crazy in her heart.

Twenty minutes later, Duan Xiu put down his chopsticks, "I'm full."

"I'm full too." Song Xiaoqiao let out a long breath in her heart, the torment was finally over, she bit her chopsticks, no matter how delicious it was, she couldn't eat anymore.

After wiping his mouth with a tissue, Duan Xiu stood up, "I'm going back to my room first."

Song Xiaoqiao's eyes drifted to the mobile phone on the table, thinking whether to take another photo, when Duan Xiu spoke again.

"Okay, that's right." Duan Xiu walked two steps and turned his head.

Song Xiaoqiao looked at him with a confused face.

"You are holding your chopsticks upside down." After Duan Xiu finished speaking, he strode away.

Song Xiaoqiao, "—"

With the sound of "bang--" the door was closed, Song Xiaoqiao came back to her senses.

Looking at the chopsticks in her hand, they are reversed, she, when did she hold them backwards?

God, ahhh.

And the photo, damn it, forgot to take the photo.

After clearing the table quickly, Song Xiaoqiao rushed into her room.

As soon as I climbed into bed, I heard the phone ringing. I picked up the phone and looked, it turned out to be a WeChat message. I clicked on it and saw that it was from Duan Xiu. The content on it was, "My husband didn't do it on purpose. I'm afraid it will affect your eating habits." I’m in the mood for supper, so~”

Song Xiaoqiao threw away the phone, rushed out of the room, walked to the door of the bedroom, and knocked on the door, "Duan Xiu, come out for me, I promise—ah——"

Before the second half of the sentence was finished, the door opened, and Song Xiaoqiao plunged into Duan Xiu's arms.

It was quiet for a while, only the sound of each other's breathing and heartbeat filled the ears.

Song Xiaoqiao hangs on Duan Xiu's body as if knocking on the door, with one hand resting on his chest and the other on——

"Ah, I, I didn't do it on purpose." Song Xiaoqiao quickly pulled her hands away, and quickly stood still, but unfortunately she staggered again because she was too flustered, and she managed to keep from falling because of Duan Xiu's support.

Duan Xiu lowered his head and looked at his chest, there was still a pressure mark there, which was slightly red, and it was dissipating bit by bit at the moment.

"It's okay, the place you pressed just now is my abdomen, where do you want to go?"

Song Xiaoqiao was embarrassed, her face was blushing, and immediately after that, even her ears turned red.

Duan Xiu took a look at her and knew that she was really shy this time, so he gave up the idea of ​​teasing her, "It's almost twelve o'clock, go to bed."

"Okay, okay." Song Xiaoqiao turned around and left.

"Hello." Duan Xiu called her.

Song Xiaoqiao turned her head, "What's wrong?"

"What about a goodnight kiss?" Duan Xiu pointed to his lips.

Song Xiaoqiao's eyes moved from those expectant eyes to those seductive lips, and her eyes widened a lot, making Duan Xiu happy.

In the next second, she waved her hand, "Keep it for now, and give it when I think about it." She turned her head and left, staying any longer, unable to predict the consequences.

Duan Xiu poked his head out like a little daughter-in-law, "How long will it take?"

"It won't be too long, when I figure it out." Song Xiaoqiao dropped this sentence, and regardless of what Duan Xiu thought, she directly closed the door and locked it, preventing the two from seeing each other.

Finally quiet, Song Xiaoqiao threw herself on the bed, turned over again, and got up to take a shower.

Duan Xiu still maintained the action just now, and lasted for a while before turning around and closing the door.

After taking a shower, Song Xiaoqiao was blowing her hair while casually looking at the wig and black-rimmed glasses placed on the bedside table.

After drying her hair, Song Xiaoqiao sighed and lay down on the bed, suddenly she thought about the photo.

After looking around, she got up and looked at the door. After making sure it was locked, she lay down on the bed again, and Song Xiaoqiao clicked on the photo album.

Oh, it's really photogenic.

She just snapped a few random photos, and she was able to take such good photos even under such a tense situation.

From this, Song Xiaoqiao came to the conclusion that if she looks good, she can shoot well no matter what.

One more thing, good figure.

Song Xiaoqiao clicked the camera again, switched to selfie mode, looked at herself under the light, and flipped through Duan Xiu's photo again, is it a good match or not?

After struggling for a while, Song Xiaoqiao pulled up the quilt, hugged the little bear and fell asleep.

In the bedroom, Duan Xiu took a shower and lay down on the big bed, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The image of Song Xiaoqiao crashing into her arms just now was always in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't fall asleep.

He simply sat up and took out his mobile phone. I wonder if the little wife is asleep?

Sleeping, not sleeping, or—

Duan Xiu lost sleep.

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