The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 88 Stinky Mosquito, Slap You To Death!
Song Xiaoqiao, who was lying on the bed, was no longer sleepy.

She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message.

"What's the difference between a princess and a queen?"

The phone rang very quickly, and the ringing continued. Song Xiaoqiao rubbed her eyes before she could see clearly what she had just sent.

Fainted to death, she obviously wanted to ask Xiao Beibei, but what she didn't expect was that she actually sent it to the iron buddies group.

Regardless of Xiao Beibei's questioning, the first thing Song Xiaoqiao did was to withdraw.

After the cancellation, the news in the group is still going on.

Gu Qi, "Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you, what happened?"

Xiao Beibei, "Little Qiao, are you still up?"

Cheng Yan, "Little Qiao, are you okay?"

Seeing the reactions of the three people, Song Xiaoqiao covered her face, hey, I really want to cut my hands.

There was another sound, and Song Xiaoqiao's smile froze.

Duan, Duan Xiu, when did he join the group?

"The princess is held in the palm of the hand and loved by everyone, and the queen is worshiped by people. Do you mean the treatment you receive, or what?"

Heh, Song Xiaoqiao glanced at it, her face was burning again.

Chatted directly with Xiao Beibei in private, "Kick out the extra people."

Xiao Beibei, "Who, who is redundant? You don't mean Uncle Gu Qi, how dare I kick him."

"Then~" Song Xiaoqiao typed here, deleted it, and changed it to, "Forget it, that's it."

Back in the group, there were already more than a dozen messages.

Under the leadership of "Teacher" Duan, Gu Qi and Cheng Yan quickly set up a data collection team.

Looking at the various explanations sent, Song Xiaoqiao really wanted to rush to the next door and beat someone up.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare.

In the living room, Duan Xiu was reclining on the sofa, wrapped in a large bathrobe, with two long white legs crossed.

With red wine in one hand and mobile phone in the other, there was still cat and mouse playing on the TV in front of him, which was not harmonious no matter how you looked at it.

"Cough—" Duan Xiu almost choked the wine out of his mouth when he saw the little angry icon sent by his little wife, but luckily he held back.

Looking up to the direction of the second bedroom, the door is still closed.

Duan Xiu put down his wine glass, picked up his phone and pressed it for a while, then looked up.

No response, send again.

The third time, Duan Xiu gave up, picked up the red wine, and as soon as he handed it to his mouth, he saw the door open.

Seeing the little wife coming out angrily, he was smiling and about to speak, when he saw the little wife rushing directly to the master bedroom.

Duan Xiu moved his eyes to the door of the second bedroom again, the door lock was empty, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

There was a steady stream of noises coming from the phone, and Song Xiaoqiao didn't even need to look at her to know that the group was in an uproar.

This dead Duan Xiu dared to talk nonsense, to see if she didn't tear him up, no, confiscated his mobile phone.

He walked to the door angrily, and opened the door as soon as he patted it, okay, fine.

Song Xiaoqiao shouted inside: "Duan Xiu, I'm coming in."

There was no response, it seemed that he also knew that he was going to be in trouble, Song Xiaoqiao rolled up her loose sleeves, pushed the door open and walked in.

After looking around, he didn't find Duan Xiu, and was about to go out when he saw Duan Xiu come in.

"What's the matter, have you figured it out?" Duan Xiu walked in and closed the door.

"Bada——" it was locked, and Song Xiaoqiao opened her eyes wide. She was about to say something, but now she suddenly realized one thing. She seemed to have said before that she would come to him when she figured it out. Did he think——

Duan Xiu had already walked to the side of the bed, looked at the little wife who was already in a daze, put his hand on his waist, and was about to untie the belt.

Song Xiaoqiao immediately waved her hands when she saw it, "Stop, wait a minute."

She slowly moved from the French window to the side of the bed, then crossed the bed and moved to the door, "You can take it off when I go out."

Duan Xiu paused, with a look of grievance on his face, and said: "Didn't you say that you will come to find your husband when you think about it? Could it be that you don't think about it?"

"No, no, how could it be so fast." Song Xiaoqiao continued to move towards the door.

"I thought you thought it through, it's so heartbreaking." Duan Xiu lay down on the big bed, and his two long white legs began to dance wildly, "I want to sleep with my wife in my arms, I want to sleep with my wife in my arms. "

Uh, Song Xiaoqiao covered her face, this scene is really dazzling.

"Stop kicking, the bathrobe is about to fall off." Song Xiaoqiao reminded him friendly, unexpectedly, Duan Xiu kicked even faster with her reminder.

At this speed, I didn't know that I thought I was swimming in synchronized swimming.

"Wait, wait." Song Xiaoqiao rushed to the door as if fleeing, but no matter how much she twisted, the door just wouldn't open.

What's going on, she looked back at Duan Xiu, and saw that he still had a bunch of keys in his hand.

But looking at him like this now, what if he pounces on himself?
No, she will try again.

Duan Xiu watched his little wife lock it with sweat profusely, and sighed in his heart.

"Let me come, otherwise we will invite a master lock repairer to come to the door tomorrow." Duan Xiu got up from the bed and walked to the door.

Seeing Duan Xiu approaching step by step, Song Xiaoqiao felt inexplicably nervous.

She quickly blinked aside, "Okay, you come."

Duan Xiu stepped forward, circled a few times, and the door opened.

"come over."

Song Xiaoqiao looked at him, suppressing the tension in her heart, and slowly moved over.

After finally reaching the door, the door was blocked by Duan Xiu again.

"You, step aside." Song Xiaoqiao waved her hand, "Go to bed, I'll close the door for you right away."

"Okay." Duan Xiu nodded, and obediently went to lie down on the bed.

"Quilt, cover with the quilt." Song Xiaoqiao said again, her long white legs almost blinded her eyes.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't dare to watch anymore.

"It's finished." Duan Xiu did as he did, making pillows with both hands, looked at her, walked out, and then there was the sound of the door closing.

After a while, I heard the knocking of the door from the next door.

"One, two, three—" Duan Xiu counted there, but when he counted to two hundred, he didn't see his little wife push the door in.

He picked up the phone and saw that there was no more talking in the group, and after another 10 minutes, there was still no one, which made him a little anxious.

After leaving the room, I saw my little wife sleeping soundly on the sofa in the living room, covered with a blanket.

He sighed, put the phone in his pocket, walked to the sofa, squatted down, and reached out to caress the big black square-framed glasses that covered most of his face, a flash of distress flashed in Duan Xiu's eyes.

What was it that made her insist on doing this?
So close, Duan Xiu could almost see her closed eyes behind the tinted lenses.

He leaned forward slightly, choosing a better angle to see his little wife's true face.

Just closing his eyes is already beautiful. Of course, he has seen it when he opened it, but he was still a little uncertain at that time, and he didn't look at it seriously.

At this moment, feeling her even breathing, facing each other, only a few centimeters apart, Duan Xiu felt his heart beat faster.

The eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of the nose slightly moved down slowly, and they landed on the cherry red lips.

Song Xiaoqiao, who was sleeping, felt a hot breath always lingering in front of her. The breath felt itchy on her face. Wait a minute, maybe she felt wrong, it must be a dead mosquito, and then she slapped it In the past, "Smelly mosquito, slap you to death!"

(End of this chapter)