The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 128 Annual meeting, so tangled
Since that day, Song Xiaoqiao felt Duan Xiu's discomfort for a few days, and then, even she herself felt this way.

However, they are always left alone.

Before, the two would fall asleep together, but now, Song Xiaoqiao often fell asleep first before Duan Xiu came in.

After a few days, Song Xiaoqiao gradually got used to it.

One day, Duan Xiu went to the company early in the morning, and when he came back, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Song Xiaoqiao was still nestled on the big bed alone, she could look out at the snow scene through the floor-to-ceiling windows when she turned her head, and watch TV when she looked up.

Look down, you can look at your phone.

Such a small day is pretty good for her.

Duan Xiu went up to the third floor, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the bedroom.

"I'm back." Hearing footsteps, Song Xiaoqiao said.

Duan Xiu walked in, glanced at his little wife, and put a box in his hand on the bed, "Try."

"What is this?" Song Xiaoqiao looked at the box, "Clothes?"

"Open it and have a look." Duan Xiu sat down beside the bed and said.

Song Xiaoqiao watched him sit down, reached out to open the box, and it turned out to be a scarf, "Very nice."

"How about I wrap it up for you?"

"Okay." Song Xiaoqiao sat up straight, looking expectant.

Duan Xiu shook the scarf and tied it gently for her, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Song Xiaoqiao nodded, stretched out her hand and stroked it a few more times.

Duan Xiu stood up and pointed outside, "I'm going to the study."

"it is good."

After leaving the bedroom, Duan Xiu turned his head, sighed, and left.

Song Xiaoqiao held the scarf and felt a little uncomfortable. The relationship between them was obviously weirder than before, but Duan Xiu didn't say anything, so she couldn't ask directly.

But, is it going to be like this all the time?

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, untied the scarf and put it into the box, gently placing her hand on the box.

In the study, Duan Xiu was on the phone.

After a while, Duan Xiu put down his phone, checked the time, and walked out of the study.

When Song Xiaoqiao was worrying about what to do next, she saw Duan Xiu coming in again. At that moment, she was overjoyed and looked at him with bright eyes.

"Get dressed and come out with me."

"Ah? Why?" Song Xiaoqiao asked in confusion.

"Go choose a dress."

Hearing this, Song Xiaoqiao remembered about the annual meeting.

Yeah, how did she forget that, "Oh, I forgot."

"It's okay, I just remember it, the night after tomorrow, are you ready?"

After Duan Xiu finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing when he saw the frightened look of his little wife.

This was the first time Duan Xiu laughed in the past few days, Song Xiaoqiao also forced a smile, he just smiled.

I thought he didn't laugh anymore, hey, it made her worry all the time if something went wrong between the two of them.

"What's the matter, are you struggling again?" Duan Xiu asked with a smile when he saw his little wife's brows furrowed and then relaxed.

Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, lifted the quilt, and looked at the whiteness outside, "Are you sure we're going now?"

"Definitely, it's too late for tomorrow, try it out, if it doesn't fit, you still have time to modify it tomorrow." Duan Xiu raised his wrist, "Hurry up, otherwise, it won't be so good when it gets dark. "

Song Xiaoqiao actually didn't want to go out, but she got out of bed after thinking about it.

After changing clothes, Duan Xiu was already waiting in the living room, and the two went downstairs one after the other.

When she got outside, the cold wind immediately poured into her neckline. She hadn't gone out in the past few days, so it was normal for her to feel uncomfortable when she went out.

"I originally wanted to bring it back for you to try, but since you've been stuck at home for the past few days and haven't come out, I'd better take you there. It's not far from here anyway." Duan Xiu explained.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, breathing the fresh air outside, it was colder, but it was better than staying at home.

To Song Xiaoqiao's surprise, Duan Xiu actually took her to a bridal shop.

It is located in the most prosperous part of the city, so the price is naturally high, but for dresses, there seems to be a special dress shop.

However, seeing that this place is very close to home, it is probably because of this that Duan Xiu came here.

"Bring out the dress I ordered for my wife to try on."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The receptionist was a woman in her thirties, her taste in clothes was quite fashionable, and the most important thing was that she looked very comfortable.

Song Xiaoqiao looked around, and her eyes quickly fell on rows of wedding dresses.

Now that you're here, let's take a look.

Duan Xiu sat on the sofa, his eyes seemed to be staring at the magazine in his hand, but in fact, within a few seconds, he drifted to his little wife and where she was looking.

"Madam, this way please." A staff member came out and invited Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao glanced at Duan Xiu, and then followed her to the fitting room.

When I got to the fitting room, I saw the dress.

Suppressing the helplessness in her heart, she let a few staff members help her put it on.

Pink, and pink again.

Hey, how much Duan Xiu likes pink!
"Madam, may I ask you to put on some make-up for you so that—"

"That, no need, let's do this first." Song Xiaoqiao interrupted quickly.

After leaving the fitting room, Duan Xiu was already waiting outside.

"Well, it's not bad, just—why haven't you changed your shoes?" Duan Xiu stretched out his hand and gestured, and immediately knew why the little wife was still at this height.

Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, "No need, it's too high."

"Madam, all dresses must be matched with high heels. When you put on high heels, your whole temperament will change immediately, and it will make you look taller."

Song Xiaoqiao glanced at Duan Xiu, then at the high-heeled shoes on the hands of the staff, sighed and said, "Okay then."

Just as she was about to turn around, Duan Xiu pulled her back, "Stand up, I'll come."

Seeing Duan Xiu squatting down and putting on the high heels one by one with his own hands, Song Xiaoqiao almost forgot to breathe.

Several staff members couldn't hide their inner envy, but due to Duan Xiu's status, how dare they say a word.

After putting on the high heels, Song Xiaoqiao felt that she would hardly be able to walk.

Almost every step has to be done by holding Duan Xiu's hand.

"Really, I'm really sorry. I've worn them before, but they're not as tall as this." Song Xiaoqiao defended herself with a blushing face.

Duan Xiu didn't speak, just smiled, "Well, that's it, go in and take it off."

"That's great." Song Xiaoqiao almost shouted long live, but when she saw Duan Xiu's half-smile look, she immediately lowered her head.

A few minutes later, Song Xiaoqiao walked out of the fitting room, stepping on her flat shoes and feeling like she was back on the earth again.

"Go and sit for a while, I have something to talk to them about." Duan Xiu said.

Song Xiaoqiao obediently went to sit outside and waited for him.

"This is your coffee, please use it slowly." A staff member brought the coffee, Song Xiaoqiao nodded in thanks, and drank slowly while holding the coffee.

As soon as she took a sip, she immediately frowned, feeling really bitter.

Duan Xiu came out within 2 minutes, holding a bag in his hand.

"Are you ready?" Seeing Duan Xiu come out, Song Xiaoqiao put down her coffee and stood up quickly.

"Okay, let's go." Duan Xiu smiled, his eyes stopped on the cup of coffee that had only moved a little, walked over, and picked it up directly, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

"I won't drink it anymore." Thinking of the bitter taste, Song Xiaoqiao's whole body was about to get goosebumps.

Duan Xiu took a look at his little wife and immediately started drinking.

Song Xiaoqiao just looked at him like this, and drank the whole cup of coffee. She even thought in her heart, did she have a problem with her tongue just now?
After leaving the bridal shop, small snowflakes began to fall sporadically outside again, fortunately not too much.

Along the way, Song Xiaoqiao wanted to ask Duan Xiu about the cup of coffee a few times, but she swallowed it down several times.

When they got home, some snow fell on both of them.

Went upstairs to change clothes and came down to have dinner.

After dinner, Song Xiaoqiao watched TV for a while, always feeling that Duan Xiu beside her was a little distracted.

Raising his wrist to check the time, Duan Xiu suddenly said, "Okay, an hour has passed, we can start."

Start?
Song Xiaoqiao looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Duan Xiu had already got up and went to the bedroom, and when he came out again, he was carrying the bag from the bridal shop.

Seeing his little wife staring at the bag, Duan Xiu didn't want to hide it, because he would know soon, he took out a box from inside, "here."

Song Xiaoqiao took it and opened it. It turned out to be a pair of high heels.

"Put it on, we are just practicing now, I don't want anything to happen on the day of the annual meeting, such as falling down." Duan Xiu said with a smile.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed, looking at such high heels, she was really troubled.

If you don't go, you have already agreed, but go, your feet will definitely be swollen for a few days.

"Come on, anyway, you wore high heels before, but this time, it's just a little higher than before, and you'll be fine after two days of practice." Duan Xiu invited.

Song Xiaoqiao took off her slippers and put the high heels on her feet one by one, it was just right.

She barely stood up, but before she could take a step, she almost fell.

Fortunately, Duan Xiu caught him in time, otherwise, the fall would have been real.

With Duan Xiu's support, Song Xiaoqiao began to be able to walk a few steps slowly.

After all, I have worn it before, but I am not used to the height.

After walking with Duan Xiu's support for a while, Song Xiaoqiao started to get rid of Duan Xiu and walked away by herself.

"Is this okay?" Song Xiaoqiao asked Duan Xiu after walking around for two times.

Duan Xiu shook his head, "No, it feels unnatural to walk, let's walk a few more times."

After walking a few more laps, Duan Xiu still shook his head.

"It looks weird, change clothes."

Song Xiaoqiao glanced at him, this is probably the point.

That's right, now that I'm wearing home clothes and such high heels, it's a bit weird no matter how I look at it.

"Well, to satisfy someone's vanity." Song Xiaoqiao muttered and walked towards the bedroom.

Duan Xiu heard it naturally, and watched his little wife slowly move towards the bedroom step by step, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Picking out a dress to change into, and walking out of the bedroom, Song Xiaoqiao turned around, "How is it?"

"Hiss, it's almost there." Duan Xiu folded his arms around his chest, "By the way, no makeup."

Song Xiaoqiao lowered her head, "Okay, wait a little longer."

Put on light makeup and walk out.

"Well, this is much better." Duan Xiu said with satisfaction.

The knee-length corset dress showed Song Xiaoqiao's curvy figure. The bedroom and living room were all air-conditioned, and Song Xiaoqiao didn't feel cold, so she walked around.

Duan Xiuli looked at his little wife from the side, secretly pressing the mobile phone in his hand from time to time.

"Is this okay?" Song Xiaoqiao was a little tired after walking for three laps, "I don't know how many laps I have walked."

Duan Xiu found a dance song on his phone, "Come on, let's dance."

Listening to the music, Song Xiaoqiao held Duan Xiu's hand, and the two danced to the music.

"Ah, I'm sorry." After taking two steps, Song Xiaoqiao stepped on Duan Xiu's foot. Although she was the one who stepped on it, she could imagine how painful that foot was.

Duan Xiu pursed his lower lip, "It's okay, you can't keep stepping on it, the horse will - hiss - it will be better." Before he could finish his sentence, he was stepped on again.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and followed Duan Xiu seriously.

"Look, this is much worse." Seeing that the little wife hadn't stepped on him for a few minutes, Duan Xiu said with a smile.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, not daring to be distracted, and continued to focus.

After a dance, Song Xiaoqiao felt that she was sweating all over her body.

Duan Xiu was fine, seeing his little wife's serious look, his eyes were already filled with smiles.

The two danced for a while, and Song Xiaoqiao was the first to surrender, "I can't do it anymore, let me rest."

Hearing what she said, Duan Xiu said with some distress: "It's all my husband's fault for making you dance for so long."

"It's okay. After all, it's an annual meeting. There are so many people, so you have to be more careful." Song Xiaoqiao sat on the sofa and took off her high heels. Her heels were a little red, but fortunately, there was no broken skin.

"Are you okay?" Duan Xiu asked.

"It's okay, let's continue tomorrow." If I thought about it earlier, I wouldn't be so hasty.

As usual, Song Xiaoqiao went to the bedroom to take a shower first.

Duan Xiu was sitting on the sofa, holding the high heels in his hand, and put the shoes into the box after being absorbed.

Half an hour later, Song Xiaoqiao shouted outside: "I'm fine."

"Well, here we come." Duan Xiu walked into the bedroom as he said that, seeing Song Xiaoqiao putting down the hair dryer, he walked over.

"Help me blow it up." Pulled a chair to sit in front of the little wife, pointed at his hair and said.

Song Xiaoqiao picked up the hair dryer, turned on the switch, and slowly helped Duan Xiu to dry his hair.

The short hair was slowly moving with the wind in the palm of her hand, Song Xiaoqiao tried her best to move gently.

A few minutes later, Song Xiaoqiao put down the hair dryer, "Okay."

Duan Xiu didn't speak, Song Xiaoqiao lowered his head, God, he actually fell asleep.

Sitting on the bed, just watching Duan Xiu leaning on the chair and falling asleep, Song Xiaoqiao felt warm in her heart.

I don't know if he is dreaming, the corners of his mouth are curled up too much, and there is even a smile between his brows and eyes.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Duan Xiu, but there was still no response.

This time, Song Xiaoqiao became more courageous. She turned on the phone, and when she was about to start shooting, she saw Duan Xiu's eyes open. She was so frightened that she quickly put the phone behind her back.

Duan Xiu stretched out his hand, "Bring it."

No, isn't he asleep?

Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, "I didn't capture it, so I don't need to hand it over, right?"

"Show me." Duan Xiu insisted.

"Alright then." Song Xiaoqiao handed over her phone, looked at Duan Xiu with a smile and began to flip through her phone openly.

From the photo album all the way to WeChat, Duan Xiu nodded in satisfaction after reading all that could be found, "Well, be good this time."

"Can you return the phone to me?" Song Xiaoqiao stretched out her hand just like Duan Xiu did.

Duan Xiu did not hand over the phone, but stretched out his hand and pulled Song Xiaoqiao directly into his arms, and quickly pressed it with the other hand, "Okay, the most intimate one."

Seeing someone succeed, Song Xiaoqiao wanted to laugh for no reason.

Duan Xiu sent this photo directly to his mobile phone before returning the mobile phone to Song Xiaoqiao.

Seeing the two people so close together in the photo, Song Xiaoqiao blushed, and quickly pressed the delete button.

On the bed, Song Xiaoqiao pulled the quilt and got in.

Duan Xiu sat on the chair for a while, watched his little wife close her eyes, and then stood up.

After leaving the bedroom, I went to the living room, took a bottle of red wine, opened it, poured a glass, and sat on the sofa alone to sip it slowly.

From time to time, his eyes drifted to the bedroom, and after drinking a glass of wine, his eyes gradually began to dim.

When a figure appeared in front of him, Duan Xiu opened his eyes, and before he could speak, the goblet was snatched from his hand.

Hearing the sound in front, Song Xiaoqiao felt that something was wrong. After waiting for a long time, she didn't see Duan Xiu go in, so she thought of going out to have a look. Now that it's better, she even drank here.

Seeing the wine bottle that was half empty, Song Xiaoqiao's heart shivered suddenly.

"The rest, either you drink it, or I continue to drink it." Duan Xiu dropped this sentence, and stretched his hand towards the goblet again.

Song Xiaoqiao bit her lower lip lightly, drinking it herself was better than him, "Okay, I'll drink it."

Drinking the red wine in her hand in one gulp, Song Xiaoqiao poured out the red wine from the red wine bottle again, just enough to fill the glass, took a look at Duan Xiu, picked it up and drank it up.

"How about it, do you want to open another bottle?" Duan Xiu said with a smile.

Song Xiaoqiao felt that the strength of the bottle she drank today was not low, and then she patted her face to wake herself up and said, "Is what you said just now worthless?"

"Calculate."

"Then go to bed." Song Xiaoqiao said, pulling Duan Xiu up and walking to the bedroom.

After entering the bedroom, Song Xiaoqiao felt a little shaky when she walked.

"How many degrees is this?"

"Not high, maybe you drank too fast, it's okay, it will be fine in a while." Duan Xiu said and lay down on the bed.

Song Xiaoqiao stopped talking, finally moved to her side, and lay down on the bed, feeling that she was floating all over.

Pulling the quilt, "I'm asleep, I'm not allowed to drink anymore, good night."

"Okay." Duan Xiu replied and turned around.

Spending the night in a state of bliss, Song Xiaoqiao didn't really fall asleep until midnight.

And Duan Xiu sat up from time to time, but just as he sat up, Song Xiaoqiao pulled him onto the bed.

When he fell asleep, he was held by Song Xiaoqiao with one hand.

Looking at his little wife's hand, Duan Xiu smiled lightly and shrank back, but as soon as he moved, Song Xiaoqiao immediately pulled him away.

After several repetitions, Duan Xiu gave up.

Just a little bit, hands and lips touched.

In the end, Duan Xiu fell asleep in endless anticipation.

Early the next morning, when Song Xiaoqiao woke up, she saw that she was sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Looking at Duan Xiu again, he was actually sleeping in her arms, with his head resting on one of her arms.

After moving, I felt that my arms were a little numb.

"Duan Xiu, Duan Xiu."

"Huh?" Duan Xiu opened his eyes, and the next second, he closed them again.

Song Xiaoqiao was thinking about how to move her arm out, so naturally she didn't see that Duan Xiu had opened his eyes, and thought he was still asleep.

After moving a few times, Duan Xiu didn't move. Song Xiaoqiao looked down at Duan Xiu and found that his eyes were tightly closed. Since he was asleep, he didn't know what happened to her.

Having made up her mind, Song Xiaoqiao directly pushed hard to free her arm, quickly put Duan Xiu down again gently, exhaled, and looked down again, Duan Xiu still didn't wake up.

Great, shaking her numb arm a few times, Song Xiaoqiao took a deep breath.

Duan Xiu, who closed his eyes tightly, naturally felt the movement of his little wife just now.

Song Xiaoqiao felt that her arm was no longer numb, so she quickly moved it to her side, and she was relieved after making sure that she was lying on her side.

Duan Xiu also woke up at this time.

"Hey, why am I sleeping here?" Duan Xiu sat up and looked at where he was, then looked back at Song Xiaoqiao, "You've been sleeping there all this time?"

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, feeling guilty, "Yes, I have been sleeping here."

Her voice is small, almost comparable to that of a mosquito.

Duan Xiu secretly laughed in his heart, but he didn't intend to expose it.

"Get up, we still have a lot of things to do today." Duan Xiu got out of bed and began to get dressed.

Song Xiaoqiao covered her face, not daring to look any further.

Damn it, she actually held him to sleep last night, the more she thought about it, the more she blushed.

After Duan Xiu put on his clothes, he turned around and saw his little wife whose face was already blushing, and asked pretending to be surprised: "What's wrong with you, why is your face so red?"

"Oh, maybe, maybe it's cold." Song Xiaoqiao started talking nonsense with her eyes open.

The Song family's family rules had long been forgotten by her.

Duan Xiu looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains were still drawn, and through the gap in the middle, the sun was shining in, very warm.

"Then hurry up, I'm going to wash up first." Duan Xiu turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Song Xiaoqiao started dressing quickly the moment he turned around, when Duan Xiu walked to the door of the bathroom and suddenly remembered something and wanted to tell her, he turned around and saw Song Xiaoqiao was already dressed.

"Are you so fast?"

"Well, it doesn't mean that there are a lot of things to do, so I speed up." Song Xiaoqiao said with a smile.

Even she herself felt that her smile was fake, and most of it was upward.

Duan Xiu nodded, "That's good. Also, I just remembered, do you want to prepare a show?"

"Show?" Song Xiaoqiao's eyes widened, and the next second, she quickly waved her hands, "I don't need it, I don't need it."

"That's good." Duan Xiu didn't say anything, turned and walked into the bathroom.

Song Xiaoqiao clutched her chest, she really didn't want to go, could she?

But seeing Duan Xiu's serious look, she couldn't bear to speak again.

After all, this is also their formal appearance outside together. Although it is in his company, it has a different meaning to Duan Xiu.

After breakfast, I rested for a while, and continued to practice walking in high heels on the third floor. With yesterday's results, today is obviously much better.

Duan Xiu has to admit that Song Xiaoqiao is really good at learning, as long as she is willing to learn, there is nothing she can't learn.

Most of the day was spent on the third floor, and in the evening, Song Xiaoqiao was able to walk back and forth naturally.

Duan Xiu was very satisfied with this, and finally felt relieved.

Song Xiaoqiao was released and continued to nest on the sofa.

In the study, Duan Xiu made a few phone calls, and when he put down his phone and walked out of the study, he saw his little wife had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Lifting his wrist to check the time, Duan Xiu walked towards the sofa.

When Song Xiaoqiao woke up, she saw that she was nestled in Duan Xiu's arms, she moved quickly, and Duan Xiu woke up.

"you're awake?"

"Well, I, I fell asleep, I'm so sorry, there are so many things to do." Song Xiaoqiao said with some embarrassment.

Duan Xiu leaned back on the sofa, "It's okay, and I'm holding you like this, because I'm afraid you will roll to the ground."

"Oh, thank you." Song Xiaoqiao blushed again.

If I remember correctly, she was clearly lying on the sofa before she fell asleep, even if she rolled, she wouldn't have rolled to the ground, right? There is still a carpet.

Song Xiaoqiao put on her slippers, stood up, and looked back, "Well, thank you anyway."

"You're welcome, you're my wife, and I'm your husband." Duan Xiu's mouth curled up, and he slowly spit out this sentence.

Song Xiaoqiao's heart tightened, then warmed up again, she nodded, "Okay, husband."

This time her husband shouted, Song Xiaoqiao almost blurted it out, and after she shouted, she saw Duan Xiu smiled, and there was something in this smile that she couldn't understand.

It can't be done, if she continues like this, she will really pounce on her.

After having such thoughts in her heart, Song Xiaoqiao felt a little embarrassed to see Duan Xiu.

During dinner, Song Xiaoqiao kept her head down.

Duan Xiu didn't say anything, and ate at his leisure.

Duan Xiu, who always eats quickly, became the last one to finish eating tonight.

Song Xiaoqiao went upstairs, and after a while, she saw Duan Xiu coming up.

Seeing Duan Xiu walk up to the stairs, Song Xiaoqiao's face burned instantly, she covered her face and hurried to the bedroom.

After closing the door, Duan Xiu, who was about to come in, was directly shut out of the door.

Duan Xiu looked at the closed door, so he had to turn a corner and went to the study.

Putting aside all kinds of distracting thoughts in her heart, Song Xiaoqiao opened the door.

Walking out of the bedroom, there was no one in the living room, so Song Xiaoqiao looked towards the study, where the light was on, needless to say, Duan Xiu must be in the study.

Entering the bedroom again, Song Xiaoqiao took out her mobile phone, there were several WeChat messages on it, one was from Duan Nan, asking her if she would go to the last year's meeting tomorrow, Song Xiaoqiao sent the word "go", and then it was over.

Then it was Cheng Yan's. Looking at the pictures sent by Cheng Yan, Song Xiaoqiao picked a picture and sent it, and they replied quickly.

The pictures of the two flew around for a while, Song Xiaoqiao sent a message, and Cheng Yan also started to send a message.

Song Xiaoqiao, who was laughing so hard, realized that Duan Xiu had come in, her first reaction was to put the phone behind her back, and when she figured out what she was actually doing, she took it out again.

Duan Xiu didn't reach out to her for a mobile phone like before, but sat on the bed by himself.

Seeing that Duan Xiu didn't speak, and that he wasn't like before, Song Xiaoqiao sent "88" and put the phone on the bedside table after receiving the word "good night" from Cheng Yan.

After getting out of bed, Song Xiaoqiao went directly to the living room, took out the high heels from the box, put them on, and started to walk slowly by herself.

She's still busy tomorrow, and she has to take a walk while she still has time.

Lest anything go wrong when you get it.

Duan Xiu sat on the bed, listening to the sound of "da da", the corners of his mouth curled up.

His eyes shifted to the mobile phone on the bedside table, and the hand that was about to reach out was retracted.

When I left the bedroom, I saw my little wife practicing her steps gracefully.

Even if you don't pay much attention to these things, at home, you should learn everything you need to learn.

In addition, Tang Yulian herself attaches great importance to family tradition, and she has cultivated Song Xiaoqiao in this aspect since she was a child.

Song Xiaoqiao just didn't wear such high heels, everything else was fine.

At this moment, she was walking the dance steps with ease, with a quick rhythm, not as flustered as yesterday, and the takeaway stepped on Duan Xiu's feet a few times.

Listening to the music on the TV, Song Xiaoqiao finished a set of dance steps in a short while.

After getting used to the high heels, the dance moves became smoother.

Duan Xiuli just watched at the door. If he didn't experience it personally, he would suspect that his little wife did it on purpose last night.

"Do you want to come over, let's dance to a song?" Song Xiaoqiao had actually seen Duan Xiu come out a long time ago, she just didn't say anything.

Duan Xiu put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and his upper body was a slim beige custom-made shirt. As he walked step by step, it became a beautiful scene in Song Xiaoqiao's eyes.

Song Xiaoqiao finally came to her senses when the person was in front of her eyes. Damn it, when did she become so nympho?
It won't work if it goes on like this.

Secretly made up his mind, when he raised his head again, when facing Shang Duanxiu's bewildering eyes, the defense in his heart was broken again.

"Blushing again?" Duan Xiu's moaning voice made Song Xiaoqiao lower her head shyly.

"Put your chest up and keep your belly in, the dance is beautiful." Duan Xiu said slowly.

Song Xiaoqiao had no choice but to raise her head, stretched out her hand and patted her face, looking for reasons indiscriminately, "Maybe it's because I danced too much just now, so the fire started, and it will be fine in a while."

"It's okay, my husband doesn't dislike you."

Duan Xiu's words directly changed Song Xiaoqiao to biting her lip.

If the reason for her blushing was not related to him, Song Xiaoqiao could really reason with Duan Xiu.

It's a pity that it takes some courage for her to look directly at him now, let alone argue with him confidently.

just forget it.

Duan Xiu took the remote control to turn off the TV, and tuned up the music on the phone. When the melodious music sounded, he stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner, "Come on, let's dance together."

Song Xiaoqiao bowed her lower body, stretched out her hand, and put it on Duan Xiu's hand. Coupled with the red cloud on her face, she was simply a shy little girl.

The two danced to the music, but within a few minutes, Duan Xiu's foot was stepped on.

Song Xiaoqiao quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I, I'm a little nervous."

"Just think of it as if you were dancing by yourself. Wasn't it great when you were dancing by yourself just now?" Duan Xiu said.

Song Xiaoqiao took a deep breath, "I will try my best."

Afterwards, there was no more footstepping, and the cooperation between the two became more and more perfect.

Downstairs, more than [-] bodyguards scrambled to look up to the third floor. Unfortunately, with the curtains drawn, only two silhouettes of people occasionally drifting above could be seen.

Just listening to the music, you know how beautiful the dance is.

After the last song ended, Song Xiaoqiao sat down on the sofa, "I'm exhausted baby, I'll take a rest first."

Duan Xiu almost laughed when he heard Song Xiaoqiao's self-proclaimed.

However, he soon agreed, "That's a good name. By the way, you can call me Third Uncle. Otherwise, I'll give you one too."

When the word Sanshu was mentioned, Song Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up immediately, "How about, my name is Sanbao."

"It doesn't sound good, how about Qiao Bao?"

"Not good." He sounded like a child.

Duan Xiu went to pour two glasses of water, put one in front of Song Xiaoqiao, and took one himself, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Yes, Baby Song."

"Pfft——" Duan Xiu was so startled by the words Song Baobao that he spit out the water he just drank, and even coughed from choking.

Scared, Song Xiaoqiao hurriedly took a tissue to wipe Duan Xiu's mouth, and apologized while wiping, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Cough—you, you didn't mean it, cough—" Duan Xiu spoke in a hurry, coughing more and more anxiously.

At this moment, there was a vibration on the stairs.

A dozen bodyguards rushed up quickly.

"Boss, how are you doing?"

Song Xiaoqiao looked over and was taken aback, and raised her hand holding the tissue in mid-air.

Duan Xiu stared at him quickly, "Go down."

"Boss, we are afraid that something will happen to you." A bodyguard said quickly.

Duan Xiuban lowered his face, and with a sharp glance, a dozen people quickly disappeared.

Song Xiaoqiao quietly gave a thumbs up, "That's amazing, Third Uncle."

"Thank you for the compliment." Duan Xiu said angrily.

Song Xiaoqiao smiled, but then became entangled again, "Did Third Uncle call you old?"

"Then do you dislike me for being old?"

"No." Song Xiaoqiao immediately expressed her opinion.

After Duan Xiu heard a satisfactory answer, he felt relieved, "Then it's casual, the title is just a title."

"Then can someone else call you that?"

"Of course not, this is just for you." Duan Xiu said immediately.

Song Xiaoqiao shut her mouth, she was really not ordinary domineering.

Even a title has become specialized.

But what do you call your own words?

"I thought of it, I'll call you Baby Qiao." Duan Xiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Well, that's it, it sounds nice."

Song Xiaoqiao wanted to refute, but thought that since Duan Xiu didn't mind calling him Third Uncle, why should he be so mean.

"Okay, as you like."

Duan Xiu took out a pen and paper, wrote the words "San Shu" and "Qiao Baobao" on it, and drew a love heart between the two names, and passed it to Song Xiaoqiao, "Add a few strokes on it, and this will become our common name." of paintings."

Song Xiaoqiao took it, glanced at it, almost burst out laughing, thought for a while, got it, took a pen and brushed a few strokes on it, "Look, how is it?"

Duan Xiu glanced at it, and his face became serious, even aggrieved.

"Actually, you can draw an arrow on this heart and it will be done. Why are you drawing these?" Duan Xiu said that he didn't understand what the little wife drew.

Song Xiaoqiao pointed around, "It means that it is snowing, and then, at this moment, we are completely in love with each other."

"You, what did you say?" Duan Xiu suddenly said loudly.

His loud voice made Song Xiaoqiao sit up straight in fright.

"Did I make a mistake in the drawing, or else, I'll draw a new one." Song Xiaoqiao said and hurried to redraw, all the pens and paper in her hand were removed, and it became Duan Xiu's hand.

The two hands were clasped together, Duan Xiu gently pulled, and the little wife fell into his arms.

"That's great, we are completely in love, that's great." Duan Xiu murmured.

Song Xiaoqiao was startled, "I, did I make a mistake just now?"

"No, you are absolutely right." Duan Xiu said with a smile.

At this moment, Song Xiaoqiao felt that the feeling of being blocked in her heart was gone, and what was replaced was a warm current spreading in her heart.

"Great, Song Xiaoqiao, I love you!" Duan Xiu suddenly shouted to the outside.

When Song Xiaoqiao heard this, she quickly covered her mouth in fright, "Shh, stop shouting."

"No, I'm going to shout, I'm going to shout out the joy in my heart, Song Xiaoqiao, I—um—" Duan Xiu pushed his wife's hand away, and before he finished shouting, his mouth was covered again.

Feeling the warmth on his lips, Duan Xiu just didn't move.

I really want to freeze this moment.

Song Xiaoqiao wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that she was already imprisoned.

The warm breath Duan Xiu exhaled kept hitting her palms, itching, and her heart was pounding along with it.

At this moment, she finally saw her heart clearly.

Unknowingly, she has already fallen in love with the person in front of her, even in love.

It didn't know how long it took before Song Xiaoqiao felt her hand was loosened.

"Go wash up." Duan Xiu checked the time, it was already very late.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, the red cloud on her face hadn't dissipated, and it was burning again at this moment.

Fei Ye ran into the bedroom and quickly closed the door.

Duan Xiu sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand to caress his lips, just now, he kissed her hand.

After getting this information, Duan Xiu lay down on the sofa, holding the mobile phone, pointing to his slightly red lips with one hand, and quickly pressing with the other hand.

I picked a photo that I was most satisfied with, posted it on Moments, and attached the text, "It's late at night, is it really good?"

Within a minute of sending it out, Duan Xiu's phone exploded.

Someone even called.

Fearing that his little wife would be disturbed, Duan Xiu hurried to the study and closed the door.

Song Xiaoqiao in the bedroom dried her hair with a hair dryer after washing, wondering if Duan Xiu would come in later and see herself like this, would she be frightened?

Thinking of all kinds of possibilities, she couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart.

Hearing the phone ringing, Song Xiaoqiao put down the hair dryer, picked up the phone, and saw a picture Duan Nan sent to herself. Seeing it, she immediately became angry.

She still wanted to be honest with him, but she didn't expect to start messing around again while she was not paying attention.

Putting down the phone angrily, Song Xiaoqiao pulled off her long hair, put on her glasses resentfully, then took the wig and turned to go to the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)