After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

Qi Xiaohe pressed Weiwen's quilt again, then picked up the towel and began to wipe his hair.

"Hey, I'll do it myself." Wei Wen dodged in embarrassment, but he didn't dodge, so he obediently stopped moving, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the comfort of every pore in his body. .

However, Qi Xiaohe's heart is far from being as calm as he looks on the surface.

Fingers shuttled between the black hair of the sweetheart, surrounded by the faint smell of shampoo that he was used to, all he could see was the well-behaved hairpin on the top of the head, and the remaining water drops on the man's temples slowly rose and fell with his light and shallow breathing .

The whole world is filled to the brim with the boy in front of him, and an unprecedented lust is spreading wantonly in Qi Xiaohe's body.

It's time for even the steeliest communist fighters to surrender.What's more, Boss Qi is not even considered a regular army. After spending many years in the flowers, he barely learned how to fight a guerrilla.

"It's finished." Qi Xiaohe threw away the towel, bent down, put one arm around Wei Wen's waist and supported him on the bed, facing him.

The two of them were very close, the distance between the tips of their noses was less than two centimeters, and they exchanged the hot and humid air in each other's bodies with each breath.

Qi Xiao He Bo opened slightly, with a rough and hoarse tone in his cello-like magnetic tone: "Can I kiss you?"

Wei Wen didn't speak, but closed his eyes lightly, his slender and fair neck raised a gentle arc towards Qi Xiaohe's direction.

Qi Xiaohe turned off the light, groped and lay down beside Wei Wen.

This night they actually slept together.

Although they shared the same bed before, they never slept together.

The main reason was that there was no confirmed relationship at that time, and Wei Wen was not sure about his control.After all, with the male god at his side, who can resist making waves in the middle of the night?I have to emphasize again and again that I don't sleep well, so I forcibly got a long pillow from Wei Weiwei's room and placed it between the two of them.

Fortunately, the Kingsize bed is huge enough, not to mention pillows, even a screen in the middle of the bed will not affect the quality of sleep.

But now, the pillow has been removed, so why is it a bit crowded?

Qi Xiaohe was lying on his back, which was his usual posture when he was asleep.

With the thin moonlight penetrating into the room through the curtains, Wei Wen's eyes fell on the man's side face, tracing his appearance inch by inch.

Perhaps because of falling asleep, Qi Xiaohe Bairi's resolute and handsome outline softened, his breathing was smooth and even, and he didn't seem to have the slightest aggressiveness or lethality, but exuded a bit of youthful childishness and purity.

Wei Wen involuntarily leaned over, hugging Qi Xiaohe's arms and chest tightly from his side.

In the darkness, he couldn't see that person's expression. It wasn't because of the prosperity and beauty, and it had nothing to do with status, wealth, or social status. It was just two people who instinctively bonded together, and the sound of each other's breathing was intertwined. It seems that they are dependent on each other to absorb each other's nutrients.

Feeling the warmth from the child, Qi Xiaohe turned over, but didn't open his eyes, just leaned over to leave a warm kiss on his forehead in a daze, and comforted him vaguely. : "Hey, sleep well."

Later, Wei Wen fell asleep with his pillow on Qi Xiaohe's arm.But this night he didn't sleep well - one nightmare after another consumed Wei Wen's mind, and the characters that appeared in his dreams were also chaotic. happy.

Wei Wen woke up with a rapid heartbeat, his mouth was dry, his eyes were vacant, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Qi Xiaohe actually woke up a long time ago, but he didn't move because he was afraid of the little thing in his arms.The man's gentle eyes kept falling on his face, and he easily caught Wei Wen's physical discomfort at the moment.

Qi Xiaohe propped up half of his body, involuntarily clasped the back of Wei Wen's hand on his chest, and said nervously, "What's wrong? It's uncomfortable there?"

Wei Wen rubbed his eyes dimly, the feeling of waking up in Qi Xiaohe's arms was so unreal that he reflected for a long time before realizing that this is reality, not a dream.

Quickly adjusting his expression, Wei Wen squeezed out a sweet smile: "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare. Good morning, my husband."

How did Qi Xiao like this title, his neck flushed again, and his breathing also became rapid, temporarily forgetting about the nightmare.

Taking advantage of the moment when Qi Xiaohe lost his mind, Wei Wen turned over and sat up. The little star who was sober at this moment was thinking about another problem in his head--all the benefactors took the initiative to search for strategies. What should the little sparrow do to be competent?

Thinking of this, he shook his beautiful head, put his hands on Qi Xiaohe's neck, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qi, do you think we should do something together?"

Qi Xiaohe didn't keep up with the rhythm a bit: "Huh?"

Wei Wen pouted: "After all, our relationship is different now."

Qi Xiaohe immediately disarmed: "Okay, no problem, what do you want?"

Wei Wen didn't have Baidu search as a strong theoretical support, so he could only search his guts in the brainless boss scripts he had filmed over the years:

"First of all, I have to take a long vacation with Sister Chan. If they are all filled with work, how can I spend time with you? Then, we can travel around the world. What places do you want to go but have never had the chance to go? I can accompany you. Then, let's find some novel items, delicious things, anyway, we haven't tried them before, and try them all.

If you don't like traveling or going out to play, it doesn't matter, I can accompany you to exercise at home, exercise, play games... But if you watch movies, forget it. "

Of course, I mean as long as I give up my job alone, you don't have to sacrifice anything.If you want to be busy, I can obediently stay at home and wait for you, the kind that is on call.In short, as long as I spend the rest of the time with you, I will be satisfied. "

Qi Xiaohe listened seriously at the beginning, but the more he listened, the more he couldn't help but rub Wei Wen's head, dumbfounded: "Where did you learn this? It doesn't sound like you're talking about it at all. in love."

Wei Wen almost blurted out, it wasn't about dating, okay?It suddenly occurred to me that the patron's father said last night that he was going to have a couple's play, so he stopped immediately, and the conversation was perfect, and he turned around: "Then what do you think it looks like?"

Qi Xiaohe pursed his lips and choked out a sentence for a long time: "For me—hospice care?"

Wei Wen suddenly sat up straight, raised his hand and patted Qi Xiaohe's lips forcefully, his gaze was a bit fierce: "You are not allowed to talk like this! Hurry up and 'peep pee pee'."

Qi Xiao and He Renjun couldn't help: "Okay, okay, I'm joking. Children are quite superstitious at a young age."

Wei Wen was still reluctant, so Qi Xiaohe could only symbolically blow into the void.

He leaned down again and kissed Wei Wen's beautiful forehead "patta".

"...Huh?" Before Wei Wen came back to his senses, Qi Xiaohe had already got out of bed and walked towards the cloakroom.

He picked out a light blue slim-fit suit from the inside, and casually put on a square scarf and cufflinks, and handed them to Wei Wen with a smile: "Hurry up and get dressed, don't you still have to go to the studio today? It's going to be late."

Wei Wen cheerfully picked it up, carried it to the bathroom, and thought joyfully: Mr. President is so controlling, he even cares about what Canary wears... But, today's outfit doesn't seem ugly.

The subsequent development was completely opposite to the script designed by Comrade Wei Wen.

After the little star was confessed, he ran out to work non-stop early in the morning; Qi Xiaohe, on the other hand, applied for marriage once in a century, and slept peacefully at home until he woke up naturally.

What about "You are responsible for making money to support the family and I am responsible for being beautiful"?

Ling Xiao Media dared not speak out about the fact that the president suddenly dropped the pick without any warning. Fortunately, the professional managers are of high quality so that they will not paralyze the operation of the group.

Several high-level executives asked Song Mao privately, "Who on earth got Mr. Qi such a lovely wife to make a hundred-year-old iron tree blossom?".

Mr. Assistant always smiled slightly and kept his mouth shut, hiding his achievements and fame.

In fact, Qi Xiaohe's vacation is not idle, there is an urgent matter that must be done - that is to quickly, accurately and closely establish a revolutionary friendship with Wei Weiwei.

Regarding Wei Weiwei's matter, Qi Xiao has thought it through carefully:

As far as the current technical means are concerned, it is basically a zero-probability event for him and Wei Wen to have a common child.So, instead of engaging in surrogacy and making the other party feel unhappy, or adopting a strange child who can't be found, it is better to raise David Weiwei well—more or less there is a blood relationship.

After figuring it out, Mr. Qi fully demonstrated the thunderous action power of the president of the multinational group, who is quick to hide his ears and steals the sound of Jingle Bells.

Seeing the little girl running around in the villa in a beautiful dress every day, the love and care for creatures under one meter deep in her bones seemed to be opened by a storm overnight.

Buying a car, bag, clothes, and toys, I wish I could pile up all the good things in the world in front of Wei Weiwei.It even assembled all the teachers of a top private school in just two days.

One day, when Wei Wen came home from the set, he saw Qi Xiao and He Duan sitting in the study, carefully examining the well-dressed and elegantly behaved woman opposite the desk.

Wei Wen heard that after she had finished reciting the German poem with a correct accent, she sang a French song, so he took it for granted that it was Qi Xiao who wanted to hire a special assistant or translator for Ling Xiao Media.

Unexpectedly, that woman became Wei Weiwei's personal nanny in the end.

Wei Wen was both moved and lamented: the talent market is too competitive, even being a babysitter requires a lot of money.too difficult.