Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

"You want me to be careful." Zhen Qi said in a low voice.

"Then have you noticed?" Song Yu gently rubbed Zhen Qi's hair.

Although Zhenqi didn't know what "Love Trading" had to do with propriety, she just looked at Song Yu's calm face, she knew that Song Yu's anger was almost exhausted, so she said pitifully: "I won't sing next time." .”

Song Yu patted Zhen Qi's hand, then took Zhen Qi's hand: "Go home."

Zhenqi looked at the colorful sign lights of the KTV reluctantly: "But we didn't come out without them talking...wouldn't it be bad..."

Song Yu turned his face away and said coldly, "Do you still want to go up and sing?"

Zhenqi shook her head: "I won't sing anymore, I won't sing anymore." In fact, when Zhenqi picked up the microphone, she didn't want to put it down. In fact, besides "Love Trading", she also knows many songs, such as "36 Strategies of Love" and "Look at Me". 72 changes" or something.

Later, every time Sun Xiaofei took her to KTV, Zhao Xiao would hold the microphone and would not let go. Sun Xiaofei said that she has a word for this kind of behavior.Time flew by as Zhen Qi was being crammed by Song Yu.It's the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

On New Year's Eve, fireworks were shining brightly, and red lights were hanging high. Song Songyu was holding a "Shuangyang Brand" brush to write couplets. Song Yu was very fussy and didn't like ink, so Zhenqi had to stand aside and grind the inkstone for him.

Elegant and unrestrained, Jane Qi saw two couplets written by Song Yu before she was too late for a nymphomaniac. Mountains, rivers and rivers are painted everywhere, and every household is prosperous every year."

They are two spring couplets that are common here. What I didn't expect is that Song Yu wrote a good handwriting, the brush strokes are smooth, and the lines are smooth. Zhenqi looked at it as a heartbroken one. Her man now has another skill. , write.

After Song Yu finished writing the two couplets, he did not put down the brush, and continued to write on a blank piece of rice paper. Zhenqi read out each word, and a row of big characters full of pen and ink read "Jiangshan is beautiful through the ages, and the country is in the year of great rule." ".

In the end, Song Yu specially sent a set of words to Zhen Qi, but for the sake of mystery, Song Yu asked Zhen Qi to read it after he finished writing.

What would the uncle give to herself? Zhenqi then thought about whether it was "a couple for a lifetime" or "holding the hand of the son and growing old together with the son". Zhenqi sketched in her head what Song Yu wanted to write. The word, and then the heart is flattered.

But when Song Yu asked her to turn around, the cute mood disappeared instantly. Looking at the flamboyant words, Zhenqi read them one by one: "If you quit being lazy, you will succeed, and if you study hard, you will have no time."

This is the editor's way of saying that she is lazy or stupid. Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu, and Song Yu just glanced at her indifferently.

Ms. Du, who went into the study to get the Spring Festival couplets, looked at the six-character motto, and then poked Zhenqi: "Look how much Song Yu understands you.":

Understanding what a fart, Zhen Qi let out a deep breath, and then put away Song Yu's proverbs.

The Spring Festival simulcast on New Year's Eve is Zhenqi's favorite program to watch, but Ms. Du expressed dissatisfaction. When she watched it with gusto, she sighed: "I can't watch it. It's really not as good as every year." After finishing speaking , I was going to find Luoluo's parents to play mahjong. Before going out, Zhenqi called them, and Ms. Du glanced at Zhang's father: "Your daughter is reminding you of the lucky money."

Zhenqi lowered her head, she obviously didn't mean that, she just wanted to ask them what to come back.

Father Zhang laughed twice: "I almost forgot." After finishing speaking, he took out two red envelopes from his bag and handed them to Zhenqi, "Study hard and improve every day, you know?"

During festive seasons, when Ms. Du and the others finished playing mahjong and went to bed, Zhenqi walked out of the room lightly. The sky on New Year’s Eve became more lively in the early hours of the morning. The sky is full of fireworks, and the chest is filled with sourness.

"Why, can't sleep?" A familiar voice came over with the night wind, Zhao Xiao turned his head sideways, and Song Yuyu stood on the balcony of his room.

Zhen Qi nodded and looked at Song Yu with a smile: "You can't sleep either?"

Song Yu nodded slightly, looked at her side, and then climbed from his terrace to Zhenqi's terrace.

When Song Yu was climbing, Zhen Qi kept looking at Song Yu in fear, fearing that something might happen to him, until Song Yu landed smoothly and patted the clothes on his chest, Zhen Qi discovered Song Yu's other ability to climb walls.

Ms. Du likes to plant flowers and plants, so the terrace at home is basically full of all kinds of flowers and plants. There is a wisteria hanging chair in the middle of the flowers and plants.

When the bell rang in the early morning, Song Yu embraced Zhao Xiao and kissed, the sky was filled with brilliant fireworks above his head, and a big red lantern was placed above the terrace, the orange light was smudged in this lively night.

It's a beautiful day, but it's a pity that there is no heating on the terrace. As she kissed, Zhenqi put her hands under Song Yu's sweater to keep warm, raised her head and kissed Song Yu's chin, and kindly suggested, "Uncle, you can also put your hands on me Put it in your clothes, it's warm like this."

Zhen Qi didn't feel anything when she finished saying the sentence just now, she even grabbed Song Yu's hand and pulled it under her clothes: "Just here, it's the warmest here."

Zhenqi wore three pieces of clothes for fear of the cold. The jacket was a woolen jacket, the innermost was Antarctic bear thermal underwear, and the middle was a cashmere sweater. Zhenqi put Song Yu's hand on the second and innermost piece of clothing In the middle of the room, after putting it away, he asked Song Yu again: "Is it much warmer?"

Song Yu froze and nodded slightly, "It's much warmer." But this position is definitely not the warmest.

Zhenqi put her hands into Song Yu's clothes again, and rubbed her hands habitually when she stuck to Song Yu's underwear. Heat."

Friction generates heat, it is really good to "generate" heat.

Song Yu finally couldn't help but said, "Lu Zhenqi, are you seducing me?"

Zhen Qi's hand on Song Yu's back that kept rubbing against his back finally stopped, and she looked at Song Yu with a blushing face. Seeing Song Yu's eyes that were about to breathe fire, she became anxious: "Uncle, don't get me wrong. , I'm really just rubbing to generate heat...I just want to make you feel warmer."

"I'm not cold." Instead, he's hot.

Song Yu put his hands on Zhen Qi's waist, and then hugged her closer: "How about you, are you still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore." Zhen Qi shook her head, because of Song Yu's words of seduction, her hands in Song Yu's clothes became more comfortable, and she obediently put them inside and stopped dawdling.

However, contrary to her, Song Yu began to feel restless. Unknowingly, the hands inside her clothes moved up more and more, and then both hands stopped on her chest. side, between her armpit and chest|chest.

"Actually, this is the warmest place." Song Yu sighed.

Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu with a calm face, and said with a tangled voice: "Uncle, are you seducing me?"