The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 94 Duan Xiu, Can I Call You Goddess?
Song Xiaoqiao lay on the bed tossing and turning, she couldn't lie down anymore.

It has been an hour since he got up and dressed, and Duan Xiu is afraid that "there is a lot of bad luck" and she has to save him.

After leaving the room, he folded back and put a pair of scissors into his bag. As soon as he walked to the living room, he saw the door open.

Holding a bouquet of roses in his arms, Duan Xiu walked in with a thermos bucket.

"You, you're back?" Song Xiaoqiao said looking at the intact Duan Xiu in disbelief.

Duan Xiu closed the door, put the key in his pocket, and knocked on the door. The old man at home was very fast. He really didn’t notice it when he walked in front, but now he realized that the door had been replaced. He turned around and took Rose Pass it in front of the little wife, "22 flowers, both pairs are right."

"Thank you husband." Song Xiaoqiao put down her bag and took the rose, sniffed it, "It smells so good."

"Like it?"

"like."

Duan Xiu smiled, "Do you love me?"

"Love." After Song Xiaoqiao finished speaking, her face turned red, knowing that she had been fooled, she stretched out her hand to beat Duan Xiu, just waved her hand a few times, and covered her waist, "It hurts."

Upon hearing this, Duan Xiu quickly put down the thermos, and picked up his little wife horizontally, "Look at you, I just rubbed the medicine on you."

After a while, Song Xiaoqiao was lying on the bed, Duan Xiu rubbed his hands to warm them up, and applied some medicine, "If it hurts, just say it."

"it is good."

When their hands came into contact with the skin, both of them paused. Duan Xiu had a thicker skin and soon got used to it, while Song Xiaoqiao blushed for a while.

After ten minutes, Duan Xiu capped the bottle, "It's done."

Song Xiaoqiao held her nose, and was about to faint.

It's really strange, how could Duan Xiu be so calm?
When I turned around, I saw Duan Xiu taking off his mask, okay.

"Lie down for a while."

"Duan Xiu—" Song Xiaoqiao grabbed Duan Xiu's hand, "Don't go."

Looking at the blushing little wife, Duan Xiu was overjoyed, but on the surface, he always had to take his time.

"Duan Xiu, can I call you a male god?" Song Xiaoqiao's heart warmed up, and she said what she had always wanted to say.

male god?

Duan Xiu was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood something, his face stiffened, "Is it the same title as Gu Qi?"

"Of course not, you, would you like to be my male god?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, and it was almost silent at the end.

Duan Xiu sat directly on the edge of the bed, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face was still upright, "Do you really want me to be your male god?"

"Yeah." Song Xiaoqiao nodded, "I've always been afraid that you wouldn't be able to accept such an avant-garde title as a male god, so—"

Duan Xiu sternly said, "What do you mean, my husband is too old to accept the avant-garde ideas of you young people in their early twenties?"

"No, Duan Xiu—" Song Xiaoqiao was so annoyed that she almost wanted to bite off her tongue, this mouth.

Duan Xiu walked out angrily, and after closing the door with his hands, he smiled like a flower.

Song Xiaoqiao in the room hated herself to death. Her waist hurt and she didn't dare to get out of bed to chase after her. She looked at the rose on the bedside table. By the way, she hadn't given him a gift yet.

Take out your phone for a while, and it's done.

It seemed that 5 minutes had passed, and Duan Xiu hadn't come in yet. Hey, Song Xiaoqiao moved her waist a few times. Fortunately, the pain didn't hurt much, so she got out of bed with support.

Who would have thought that she had just put on her slippers when she saw Duan Xiu push the door open and come in.

"Didn't I tell you not to get out of bed, why are you so disobedient." Duan Xiu scolded for a while, the tone was exactly the same as being scolded by the elders at home.

Song Xiaoqiao didn't dare to speak, and quickly lay down on the bed.

As soon as she lay down, she cried out again.

Duan Xiu hurried over and supported her, "What's the matter, where does it hurt?"

"Mobile phone, the phone is on the bed, padded up to the waist." Song Xiaoqiao said embarrassingly, what the hell is going on.

Duan Xiu reached out and touched his little wife's waist, "Where is it?"

"A little lower, hey, it's over, it's not there, go up a little." Song Xiaoqiao blushed again.

Duan Xiu found the phone and quickly took it out, just in time to see a message sent, frowned and said, "Who did you send the message to just now?"

"No, I'll take a look." Song Xiaoqiao took a look at the phone, and turned off the phone as soon as she scanned the name of the sender, "Ah, the phone is dead, I'll charge it."

Duan Xiu glanced at her and wondered, does the little wife still have some secrets?
I knew he should have seen the name of the person who sent the message.

And just now he clearly scanned that there were more than half a grid of electricity, but he didn't touch it.

After charging the phone, Song Xiaoqiao continued to lie on the bed.

"It's time to eat, it seems that you have to eat this meal in bed." Duan Xiu walked out with a smile.

Huh, scared to death.

How could I send a message at this time, I fainted.

After a while, Duan Xiu came in with food, Song Xiaoqiao was really uncomfortable.

"Or I'd better go out to eat, it's not good to sit on the bed, my grandma and the others—"

"Now you are in your own home, and under special circumstances, you will eat in bed after giving birth and confinement. Now let's get used to it."

Song Xiaoqiao's head got bigger the more she listened, wait a minute, "You, how did you know?"

She didn't even know, so how could this period of cultivation know.

"When my sister gave birth to Gu Qi, I have the impression that what's going on with your little head, don't worry, your husband and I only have you as a woman."

Song Xiaoqiao was left speechless by what he said, but Song Xiaoqiao also had reasons not to believe it. After all, the two were nine years older, and at Duan Xiu's age, she would believe that there was a child.

Maybe what he meant was to marry and go home. Thinking of it, Song Xiaoqiao couldn't help but feel pain in her heart.

Hey, what is she dreaming about.

Their marriage might be over in a year. Although Duan Xiu says he won't leave now, and he also hates mentioning this matter, who knows if it can happen later, after all, it will be about 11 months later. .

When Duan Xiu finished picking up the dishes, he saw his little wife's sullen look, and felt a little strange, so he asked, "Little Qiao, don't you believe what your husband said?"

"No, believe me."

"But why do you have such an expression? It seems that my husband has done something to apologize to you."

Song Xiaoqiao, "—"

She bowed her head and stopped talking, looking at her twisted hands.

"Have a meal."

"Oh."

Song Xiaoqiao sat up, picked up the bowl, and just took a bite, her eyes widened immediately, "This, is this made by my grandfather?"

"You." Duan Xiu smiled and took out his mobile phone to make a call, "Grandpa, Xiao Qiao will know after just one bite."

"Okay." Old Master Song laughed, and Song Xiaoqiao heard it from a distance.

"The thing about the flowers—" Duan Xiu asked carefully, and leaned closer to the little wife so that she could hear the voice inside.

"Grandpa keeps his word, don't pursue it anymore, and the pot of Clivia you gave is really good. By the way, I promise to hurry up with the matter of grandpa. Grandpa is waiting for your good news."

Looking at the blacked-out phone screen, Song Xiaoqiao didn't react for a long time.

Not to mention what Duan Xiu promised to grandpa, even the method of making the always strict and scary grandpa smile and talk, she would kneel down.

"Hey, are you stupid?" Duan Xiu stretched out his hand to shake in front of her glasses, "Grandpa said he doesn't pay attention to flowers anymore."

Song Xiaoqiao regained her senses, and held Duan Xiu's hand with both hands, "Husband, you're not my godly husband, tell me how you managed to get rid of our difficult grandpa."

When Duan Xiu heard this, he was overjoyed, but he pulled out his hand, "Then show me the information on the phone."

Song Xiaoqiao is broken, this Duan Xiu!

(End of this chapter)