The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 7

"The so-called courteous reciprocity, my understanding is—" Duan Xiu said slowly, and stopped here on purpose.

Song Xiaoqiao looked up at him, there was no sign of joking on his face at all, she glanced at the kitchen not far away, and wailed in her heart.

Thinking of the scene of grandma chasing herself with a feather duster, cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Well, it's okay if the kitchen at home is mine, you can burn it once, but—"

The smile on Duan Xiu's face froze, and he waved his hand, "It's not about this."

It's not about burning the kitchen, it's—

Song Xiaoqiao's eyes turned darkly, and her eyes froze.

Duan Xiu began to unbutton his shirt, and the white shirt slowly unfolded, revealing a piece of snow-white.

For a man to be like this for nothing is really——

Bad, could it be said that the reciprocity he mentioned refers to what happened yesterday, right?

Duan Xiu smiled and swept over, and saw Song Xiaoqiao who was a few steps away with a tangled expression, and sighed, "Forget it, I don't want it."

Phew, Song Xiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was or not, she was nervous for a while.

That's fine for now, she doesn't have to worry.

By the way, she hasn't said anything yet.

She reached into her pocket, took it out, hey, where did it go?
Seeing her digging out her pocket in doubt, Duan Xiu silently glanced at the trash can in the living room.

"It's weird, there's more in front, what's going on." Song Xiaoqiao muttered softly, she clearly remembered that she checked her pockets to make sure when she was eating noodles, how could it be gone.

"What are you looking for?" Duan Xiu asked knowingly, "The ID card and household registration book are in the file bag."

"It's not that, forget it." I wrote it in a hurry, and it's impossible to write it in front of him now, so I'll talk about it later.

It's ten o'clock, and in an hour, she should go back.

"Well, if there is nothing else, I'll go back first." Song Xiaoqiao thought for a while, and still felt that it would be better to leave here first.

Duan Xiu raised his eyebrows, and stopped holding the fourth button of his shirt.

Seeing him looking over, Song Xiaoqiao lowered her voice, forget it, let's make it clear now, she took a deep breath and said seriously: "The main reason why the two of us are like this now is that you lack a wife. Lacking a husband, on the surface we are married, but we are not really a husband and wife, so I want to talk about many things formally."

"Then what do you think is our relationship now?" Duan Xiu folded his arms around his chest, feeling puzzled for a while.

"The cooperative relationship is mutually beneficial. It is an explanation to each family. We will last for one year. I—"

"You mean that I married you to give an explanation to my family?" Duan Xiu no longer had a smile on his face.

Song Xiaoqiao bit her red lips lightly, and nodded, "Why don't you marry me?"

"I—" Duan Xiu's words stopped suddenly, "Your phone is ringing."

Well, Song Xiaoqiao ran to the sofa to get her phone, looked at the caller ID, and then looked back at Duan Xiu.

"Go on, pretend I don't exist."

It seems that he is angry.

Song Xiaoqiao sighed and pressed the answer button.

"Little Qiao, where are you? Why did you ask for leave?" Gu Qi's voice was on the other end of the phone, but his voice seemed hoarse.

"I, I'm—"

"Here I am, what do you have to tell me." Duan Xiu stretched out his hand and snatched the phone away, without any warmth in his tone.

Gu Qi who was in the school corridor was startled, with a look of disbelief, "Little, little uncle."

"En." Duan Xiu replied angrily, but obviously not as indifferent as before.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't know what Gu Qi said over there, but she saw a smile gradually appearing on Duan Xiu's face, and she even cast a few glances at her.

"By the way, don't call Xiao Qiao if you have nothing to do in the future. Don't forget that you have a girlfriend now." Duan Xiu hung up the call after finishing speaking.

Gu Qi shuddered after hearing this sentence, not because he was shocked how the little uncle would know that he had a girlfriend, but because the word girlfriend made him very powerless.

Thinking of the scene when he woke up in the morning, Gu Qi showed an extremely painful expression, and muttered in his mouth: "Xiao Qiao, am I still qualified?"

"Brother Qi, what did you say, who did you call just now?" A voice came from behind, and Gu Qi knew who it was without turning his head.

As soon as I put the phone in my pocket, I was surrounded by Xiao Beibei, and Xiao Beibei's shy voice came from behind, "Brother Qi, I still feel a little hurt now, and you don't—"

"Hush, this is the school." Gu Qi hurriedly stopped Xiao Beibei from continuing, and broke her arm around him, "Class will start soon, we will talk about it when we go back."

"Okay, Brother Qi, I'll listen to you." Xiao Beibei said sweetly, when she turned her head away, there was clearly a flash of smugness in her eyes.

From now on, Gu Qi is hers, and one day, she will let his heart be all her own, one day!
So, Joe, I'm sorry.

Song Xiaoqiao stared blankly at Duan Xiu who was sitting on the sofa. Even though he was sitting in the same posture, he performed impeccably. Such a man, is he his husband now?
He is Gu Qi's uncle, he is Gu Qi's uncle.

Without this phone call, she would have almost forgotten about it.

She stood quietly, looking at the shoes on her feet, did she do something wrong?
"What's the matter?" Duan Xiu finally couldn't stand it anymore, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's almost noon, what do you want to eat later?"

Song Xiaoqiao coughed lightly, "I should go back later."

"Where are you going back?"

"Go back - go home."

Duan Xiu stood up, and the sofa immediately returned to its original shape.

"This is your home."

God, I knew he would say that.

"Today is the first day of our wedding. You are here not only during the day, but also at night. I will talk to your parents." Duan Xiu seemed to be stating something.

Song Xiaoqiao blinked her eyes a few times and opened her mouth slightly.

"By the way, it's not just today, let's ask for a few more days off." Duan Xiu tapped his phone while speaking, "Okay, someone is going to do it."

What is this all about? Song Xiaoqiao's eyes widened, she pointed at Duan Xiu, she said "you" and she didn't come out for a long time.

"Starting today, I will be the master of your life!"

"Why!" Song Xiaoqiao almost yelled, which was in stark contrast to her usual cute and cute appearance. Her yell startled Duan Xiu who was standing in front of her.

Duan Xiu didn't expect that she still had this side, but he smiled after a second, "There is still this side, my husband likes it."

"I like your head, Duan Xiu, you don't take this marriage seriously, do you?" After Song Xiaoqiao roared, her momentum suddenly weakened, and she almost said the last few words in her mouth.

It's not easy to maintain her usual image. It took her ten years to stay calm and calm, and she couldn't lose everything.

Duan Xiu walked in front of Song Xiaoqiao in a few steps, half-bent down and reached out to hold her shoulders, and said word by word: "Which eye of yours sees that I am not serious?"

"You—" Song Xiaoqiao was at a loss for words.

"Okay, that's right, husband will be rewarded for being good." After Duan Xiu finished speaking, he lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)