Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Yesterday, the two changed clothes in the hotel. After taking the helicopter, song Rao brought back her residence. She thought Fu Sicheng wouldn't pay attention to a few clothes.

Fu Sicheng really wouldn't pay attention to a few clothes, even if they were more expensive, but he paid attention to song Rao.

"I've already washed it. It's in my office. I'll bring it to you later."

Of course, song Rao didn't really want to wash his clothes. He took them back yesterday and threw them into the washing machine. Whether his clothes were customized or machine washed, Fu Sicheng wouldn't care with him even if they were broken.

She was sure that the man was really emotional with her.

Her answer really pleased Fu Sicheng.

He looked at Song Rao with drooping eyes and slowly lowered his head to kiss her. Song Rao, who was aware of his move, closed her eyes. Anyway, in this office, he could not do anything else to her.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't move, but song Rao could feel his breath in front of him. Soon he retreated again, but he was still close to her.

"I bought you a car. Where you want to go in the future, you can drive by yourself, and you don't have to take a taxi to and from work."

Song Rao opened her eyes and looked at him.

Fu Sicheng took out the car key from his pocket: "the car is parked in the company garage, white Bentley."

Song Rao looked at the car key in front of her for a moment, then stretched out her hand to take it, and gently answered, "well."

Just in time. I can use it tomorrow weekend.

"Go and do something." Fu Sicheng stood up and sat down at his desk.

Song Rao came down from the table and left with the document in her arms.

After work in the evening, song Rao came to the garage and pressed the car key. A white Bentley rang.

She looked up as like as two peas in the black Bentley, Fu Sicheng, except the license plate.

Couple car? He was generous.

Wait, this license plate... Isn't this her birthday?

Coincidence?

The next Saturday, song Rao drove out of Kyoto early in the morning.

With the help of navigation, I successfully arrived at Qixing village at more than 4 p.m.

But the road was so narrow that song Rao had to abandon her car and walk into the village.

"Hello, aunt. Let me ask you where an uncle named Zhang Chengdong lives in your village?"

Song Rao asked a woman who was passing by farming for directions.

"Zhang Chengdong? I don't know. I haven't heard of it." but the woman didn't know. She took two loads and left.

Song Rao continued to walk in and asked everyone, but they either didn't know or song Rao didn't understand their dialect.

I inquired all the way for more than half an hour and found nothing. Although there are many residents in this village, I can't see many people at all. Some are only left behind old people or children.

Not far away, a short man followed song Rao from a distance from the moment she got off at the entrance of the village.

"Uncle, where is the village committee?" Song Rao can only go to the village committee to find people inside.

Uncle enthusiastically pointed out the direction to song Rao.

"Thank you." Song Rao set out in the direction he pointed.

Just after walking for two or three minutes, song Rao was a little lost. The arrangement of houses here was so chaotic that there was no decent road. Walking became a small dirt road.

At this time, a slightly younger man appeared.

"Are you looking for Zhang Chengdong?"

Song Rao looked warily at the man smoking in front of him, dark, not tall and smelling of sweat.

"Do you know where he lives?" Song Rao asked.

"Of course, the rich boss who came back from the big city of Kyoto last year also drove a good car and looked very proud."