The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 78

Song Xiaoqiao pushed down her glasses and watched Duan Xiu come over with a pen and paper.

"Sit down." Duan Xiu pulled her to sit on the sofa, "Now, the two of us write down what we want to say, and then we can exchange and talk."

Song Xiaoqiao expressed no objection to this. She took a pen and paper, thought about it, and then began to write.

Duan Xiu watched her write the third article before starting to write.

For a while, I heard the sound of swishing, and occasionally there was the sound of flipping paper.

Both of them tried their best to write down what they thought of. Song Xiaoqiao would even look up to see where Duan Xiu had written after writing for a while.

Duan Xiu's speed surprised her, she sometimes had to think about it, but he almost never stopped writing.

Ten minutes later, Song Xiaoqiao put down the pen and stretched, "Forget it, that's all for now."

Seeing her stop, Duan Xiu also put down his pen, "That's all I'll do first."

"exchange."

As Song Xiaoqiao spoke, she picked up Duan Xiu's writing and began to read it.

"Husband's rules?" Song Xiaoqiao paused when she saw what was written on it, and then continued to read.

When she saw Article [-], Song Xiaoqiao couldn't stand it anymore. She looked up and saw Duan Xiu drawing circles on what she wrote with a pen, looking very serious.

what is he writing
Song Xiaoqiao leaned over, and with just one glance, she was so angry that she wanted to grab it.

"Hey, what are you doing? I haven't finished grading yet." Duan Xiu had long arms and held the paper high. Seeing his little wife standing up to grab her, he immediately stood up too.

Song Xiaoqiao couldn't reach it, so she threw off her slippers and climbed onto the sofa, but Duan Xiu seemed to know what she was doing, and the moment she climbed onto the sofa, she also climbed onto the sofa.

"give me back."

"No."

Song Xiaoqiao jumped up, and just about to touch her, Duan Xiu jumped off the sofa and ran away.

When she finished putting on her slippers, Duan Xiu had already rushed into the bedroom.

Song Xiaoqiao sat down on the sofa angrily, picked up a pen and started waving at Duan Xiu's writing.

In the bedroom, Duan Xiu had already undressed most of his clothes. Seeing that his little wife hadn't come yet, he rushed into the bathroom to fix his hairstyle, climbed into bed again, and put the thin quilt on his body.

After a while, she will definitely come up to lift the quilt. Thinking of this, he immediately took off all the clothes inside.

In the living room, Song Xiaoqiao looked at her "masterpiece" and laughed so hard that her stomach hurt a little before she could hold it back.

Since he wants to stay in the bedroom, let him stay.

After changing Duan Xiu's writing beyond recognition, Song Xiaoqiao went directly to the sofa and flipped through Duan Xiu's writing one by one, laughing so hard that she was about to die.

It was already eleven o'clock, Song Xiaoqiao yawned, touched her glasses, leaned on the pillow, pulled the blanket to cover it up, and watched who wasted too much.

Half an hour later, Song Xiaoqiao couldn't lie down anymore, so she tiptoed to the door of the bedroom, and almost exploded when she saw the scene inside.

She waited for so long, and this guy actually fell asleep.

The fire came up, and she heard the even breathing, and slowed down and approached slowly.

I looked around, but I didn't see the piece of paper I wrote, so there was only one possibility.

She lifted the quilt lightly, just opened a corner, and immediately put it down again.

Huh, this bastard is actually naked from the upper body.

After a while, she opened it again.

Seeing that what she wanted was in his hand, holding her breath, she stretched out her hand lightly, and got it, pumping, she pumping.

"Ahem——" Duan Xiu suddenly coughed, and Song Xiaoqiao almost jumped up in fright.

After confirming that he just coughed, she stroked her chest and stretched out her hand again.

"Pa——" With a soft sound, Duan Xiu's hand directly slapped her on the face.

Song Xiaoqiao gritted her teeth and was about to scold someone, but Duan Xiu's eyes were still closed. It turned out that he turned over.

Enduring the burning on her face, she did it again.

Come on, come on.

She read silently, the last point was the last point, and seeing that the paper was about to fall off from his hands, Song Xiaoqiao was so excited that she was about to laugh.

At this moment, Duan Xiu suddenly turned over again, and directly held the paper in his other hand.

It's over, Song Xiaoqiao frantically wants to slap him a few times.

After she was sure that she could not get it no matter what, Song Xiaoqiao decided to give up. Seeing that the quilt was crushed because of turning over twice, she reached out to help him pull the quilt. At this moment, Duan Xiu Turned over again.

Song Xiaoqiao naturally floated to his legs that were exposed outside the quilt, but when she saw a certain position was also exposed with this turning over, her face turned red.

Huh, still, fortunately I didn't see the front, God, I'm going to die.

Song Xiaoqiao covered her eyes and pulled the quilt to cover him, and hurried out of the room.

Little did they know, the moment she closed the door, her originally closed eyes opened slightly, and they were full of smiles.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't feel alive until the door of the second bedroom was closed and it was confirmed that it had been locked from the inside.

"Pervert, exhibitionist, bastard, stinky hooligan." After cursing everything she could think of, Song Xiaoqiao felt much better.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower, and when I came out, I still felt my heart beating.

Lying on the bed, as long as you close your eyes, you will see the scene in front of you.

After a while, Song Xiaoqiao sat on the bed with a book blushing and read it.

That night, Song Xiaoqiao suffered from insomnia again.

In the early morning, with a pair of panda eyes, Song Xiaoqiao opened the door and walked out after washing.

"Morning."

As soon as she went out, she heard Duan Xiu's voice, Song Xiaoqiao's legs went limp, she said early in embarrassment, and hurried to the kitchen.

"So diligent, I know how to make breakfast." Duan Xiu smiled and said behind her, watching his little wife run away as if fleeing, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Looking at it with his phone, he smiled even brighter.

After entering the kitchen, Song Xiaoqiao realized that breakfast had already been prepared.

Oh, someone got up earlier than her.

It's only seven o'clock, there is no class in the morning, now I can only hope that Duan Xiu will go out.

After breakfast, Song Xiaoqiao sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

"No class in the morning?" Duan Xiu came over with tea and sat down beside her.

Song Xiaoqiao hurriedly moved to the other side, "Yes."

"What about the afternoon?"

"Have."

A question and an answer are like a running account.

Seeing that Duan Xiu didn't ask any more questions, nor did he ask about yesterday's events, Song Xiaoqiao was a little relieved.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, have you heard these words, my wife?" Suddenly Duan Xiu asked again.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, "I have heard of it." It's strange if you haven't heard of it.

"Then, do you have any understanding of this sentence?" Duan Xiu watched his little wife's reaction while drinking tea.

Song Xiaoqiao looked up at him, confused.

"Well, can it be said that you have never done anything wrong?" Duan Xiu smiled.

Seeing his smile, Song Xiaoqiao felt a pair of invisible hands pinching her neck, and felt that she was about to be breathless.

"Um, aren't you going to the company?"

"No need to go, nothing to do." Duan Xiu put the teacup on the coffee table, "You haven't answered my question just now, wife, huh?"

Song Xiaoqiao swallowed, then exhaled, "I'm sorry, no, no."

"Oh, then what is this?" Duan Xiu handed the phone in front of her.

With just one glance, Song Xiaoqiao threw away the phone and stepped back, her face instantly burning.

(End of this chapter)