The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 248
On the third floor, Song Xiaoqiao was dragged directly into the bedroom by Duan Xiu, and finally let go of her hand. Just as Song Xiaoqiao was about to speak, she saw Duan Xiu walking out of the bedroom quickly, and by the way, opened the door of the bedroom. The outside is locked.

"Hey, Duan Xiu, what are you doing, why did you lock me in the bedroom?" Song Xiaoqiao patted on the bedroom door, but the only answer was the sound of Duan Xiu's footsteps walking farther and farther away.

Within a few seconds, Duan Xiu's WeChat message came over.

"Stay honestly in the bedroom, I will deliver lunch later."

It was obvious that he didn't want to stay downstairs.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed while holding the phone, threw the phone on the bed, and sat on it herself.

I don't know if Song Xiaohan made a fuss, Song Xiaoqiao dialed a number with her mobile phone and went out.

"Hey, Dad, is Hanhan good at home?" Song Xiaoqiao said quickly when she heard the call.

"Report to Mommy, the baby is very good now, what else do you want to ask Mommy?" Song Xiaohan's milky voice sounded.

Song Xiaoqiao couldn't help laughing, as soon as she heard her son's voice, she felt relieved.

Even if Duan Xiu locked her in the bedroom, she didn't feel angry anymore.

On the contrary, he was a little happy at the moment, so that he could just have a good talk with his son.

"It's nothing, baby—" Before Song Xiaoqiao finished speaking, a beep came from the phone.

No way, my son hung up on my phone just like that?

Song Xiaoqiao couldn't believe it, picked up the phone and checked it, and sure enough, it showed a hangup status, this Song Xiaohan.

If he was in front of her, Song Xiaoqiao would definitely slap his little butt mercilessly.

"Song Xiaoqiao, Song Xiaoqiao, when did you mess up like this, even your own son hangs up on your phone, there is still salvation." Song Xiaoqiao said with some self-mockery.

At this moment, the blockage in my heart returned.

Coupled with being locked in the bedroom by Duan Xiu, I couldn't help feeling sad.

The whole person is not good in every way.

He was supposed to be sitting on the bed, but now he just lay down on the bed.

After a while, Song Xiaoqiao heard footsteps.

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao?" It was my uncle's voice.

Song Xiaoqiao sat up quickly when she heard that, she couldn't speak, otherwise——

"Little Qiao, you won't be locked in the bedroom, are you?" Song Zhi's doubtful voice sounded from the bedroom door.

Song Xiaoqiao exhaled lightly and said nothing, it's probably not possible.

"Um, I'm inside. Duan Xiu was joking with me, and I'll open the door in a while." Song Xiaoqiao said helplessly.

At this moment, I still have to pretend that nothing happened, and I have to take Duan Xiu's image into consideration.

Song Zhi reached out and flicked the lock on the bedroom door, and it opened with a snap.

"Well, it seems that he was really joking with you. The door is not locked, and you just need to pull it to open it. Where is Duan Xiuren?" Song Zhi opened the door and said.

Song Xiaoqiao suddenly had nothing to worry about, and at this moment, she wanted to laugh.

But isn't Duan Xiu downstairs?

"Why, he's not downstairs?"

"No, I didn't see him." Song Zhi frowned slightly, turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Song Xiaoqiao quickly followed out.

At this moment, Duan Xiu walked over from the stairs.

"Duan Xiu, where have you been?" Song Zhi asked as soon as he saw Duan Xiu.

Pointing downstairs, "I'm on the second floor."

"Second floor?" Song Zhi heard this and walked directly to the stairs.

Duan Xiu glanced at Song Xiaoqiao, walked two steps, turned back, reached out and took Song Xiaoqiao's hand, "Let's go, have a look."

"Now, let me go?" Song Xiaoqiao wanted to laugh.

Duan Xiu shrugged, "It's okay if you don't let me, hurry up."

(End of this chapter)