The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 252 Mommy Someone Bullied Me

A few days later, three days before Gu Qi's wedding, Song Xiaoqiao almost only came back at night, and accompanied Xiao Beibei to try on clothes and makeup during the day.

At noon that day, after finishing everything, Song Xiaoqiao went home early.

Thinking of the busyness of the past few days, he somewhat neglected his son, so he went home earlier than before.

But as soon as I got home, I saw my son sitting on the sofa sullenly.

Looking around, he didn't see Duan Xiu.

Song Xiaoqiao put down the things in her hand and was changing her shoes when she saw her son running over.

"Mum, someone bullied me." Song Xiaohan came to complain.　
Song Xiaoqiao frowned slightly, "Who is it? I'll bully him even more in a while." She dared to bully her son, and she didn't want to mess around!
"Okay, Mommy, come with me." Song Xiaohan took Song Xiaoqiao's hand and walked towards a room.

Because it was the first floor, Song Xiaoqiao didn't think too much about it, and felt a little angry. She was not here, so she could treat her son like this, but she wanted to see who it was.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the door shut with a bang, and Song Xiaohan's voice came from outside the door, "Dad, I can only help you so far."

Song Xiaoqiao was furious, before she had time to escape, she was pulled into a hug.

"Despicable and shameless—"

"Thank you Madam for your compliment. You came to me first, so if you lose this bet, then follow the agreement and obey me unconditionally for a month!"

Song Xiaoqiao wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it.

In the evening, Song Xiaoqiao was released from the room by Duan Xiu. Gritting her teeth, Song Xiaoqiao went upstairs angrily.

Duan Xiu followed behind with a smile on his lips.

Song Xiaohan has been sent to the old house by Han Xiao, and the WeChat has already been sent.

On the third floor, Song Xiaoqiao was holding a book, but when she saw the smiling Duan Xiu approaching, she threw the book on the table.

can not watch anymore.

"Husband is hungry, send me something delicious."

"Okay." Song Xiaoqiao replied, and was about to go downstairs.

Duan Xiu suddenly thought of something again, "By the way, squeeze a glass of juice for me to supplement my nutrition."

The corners of Song Xiaoqiao's mouth twitched. The first thing she did when she went downstairs was to look for her son everywhere, but she was told that Han Xiao had already sent her to the old house.

After sending the juice upstairs and returning to the kitchen, Song Xiaoqiao cut vegetables much faster.

Duan Xiu didn't stay upstairs for a while, but was called away by a phone call.

Song Xiaoqiao, who was busy in the kitchen, watched Duan Xiu drive away and put down the kitchen knife when her cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was Duan Xiu's call, she had no choice but to answer it.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I'll be back in a while, about 10 minutes." After Duan Xiu finished speaking, he smiled and hung up the phone.

Song Xiaoqiao slammed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and the sound was so loud that the bodyguards outside shrank their necks in fright.

Just 15 minutes later, Duan Xiu came back.

Song Xiaoqiao had just cooked two dishes, and sighed, this is the first day, no, it's the first afternoon, how will she live in the future.

For a month, I'm going crazy just thinking about it.

In fact, Song Xiaoqiao's most chilling thing is her son. It's fine to stand by Duan Xiu's side, but she doesn't want to deceive herself like this.

Thinking about it makes my heart sore, and the speed of cutting vegetables is obviously much slower.

Since he wants to eat, she will do it slowly.

When Duan Xiu came in with the car keys, he saw Song Xiaoqiao cooking, and when he went to the study to finish dealing with the things in hand, he saw Song Xiaoqiao was still cooking.

Smiling and leaning against the door of the kitchen, watching his little wife learning "sloth" there, his hand in his trousers moved slightly, and he took out his mobile phone to look at it.

Song Xiaoqiao turned her head and glanced at Duan Xiu, she was actually looking at her phone at this moment, hmph, she insisted on making his meal "very meaningful", thinking of this, Song Xiaoqiao grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it into the pot, The cooking atmosphere suddenly improved.

(End of this chapter)