It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 200 Song Qingyi's Ruthlessness (13)

After Yu Chiguang was forced to be fed breakfast by Song Boss, he was forced to take him into the bathroom to wash up.

While brushing her teeth, she looked at the clean pajamas on her body, the freshly wrapped gauze on her forehead, and the bandages on her feet, which seemed to be changed by Song Qingyi after she fell asleep last night.

For a moment, she couldn't help feeling ashamed, how deeply she slept, she didn't wake up after he moved so many things on her body, and she didn't even feel a little bit in her sleep.

How did she know that it wasn't that she slept too deeply, but that Boss Song's movements were so gentle that she didn't wake up even after changing her pajamas, wrapping her in gauze and putting on a band-aid.

After she finished washing slowly and then took a shower, it was already noon, and she had slept for a long time.

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Qingyi maintained the same appearance she saw when she just woke up, sitting on the sofa with the computer in her arms and knocking non-stop.

Song Qingyi seldom brought the computer to the bedroom, in other words, he seldom brought work matters to the bedroom. Yu Chiguang couldn't help walking over curiously while wiping his hair with a towel in both hands.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, when she walked over to look at his computer, he just buckled the computer and put it aside, and stretched out his hand to pull her to sit on his lap.

"Have you taken a bath?" Song Qingyi reached out to take the towel in her hand, and asked her softly by her ear.

The hot air sprayed on his ears, Yu Chiguang felt a little oxygen, tilted his head slightly, and felt better if he stayed away from him.

"Wipe your hair, don't move around!" Only a little bit off, and then I heard Song Qingyi's soft voice stop.

There was no anger in his voice, and Yu Chiguang remained silent, allowing him to brush his hair.

When the wet hair was half dry, Song Qingyi asked her to get up, and he went to the bathroom to hang up the towel by himself.

When he came out, he saw Yu Chiguang standing in front of the mirror, gesticulating with his hands on his head, frowning.

Song Qingyi walked over and stood behind her, his eyes were no longer cold as usual, and even seemed to be shimmering, like a lake filled with sunlight, and his voice was even more gentle and frighteningly soft: "What's wrong?"

When Yu Chiguang saw his appearance in the mirror, he felt a little weird. Before, when he became gentle, he was the most angry.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn around and look at him curiously.

Song Qingyi also let her look at her.

As a result, she looked at it for a long time, and only asked, "Why don't you go to the company today?"

She remembered that today was not the weekend, and it was hard for her to forget everything about last night so quickly. A normal husband would definitely stay at home with his wife after something like that happened to her.

And Yu Chiguang's brain circuit has always been different from ordinary people.

And Song Qingyi was not angry.

"No." He reached out and touched her head again, and asked again: "What did you think when you looked in the mirror just now?"

Yu Chiguang wrinkled his nose and muttered: "Fun Lord." He didn't go to the company to "go to court".

Then he remembered what he had thought just now, turned his head to look at himself in the mirror, pulled his hair with one hand and said, "You said... can I grow long hair?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt the person leaning against her behind her tremble.

She turned to look at him: "What's the matter with you? I said to keep my hair, but I didn't mean to shave my head. What's your reaction!"

Doesn't he want her to have long hair?

　Miss Yu of my family must have long hair fluttering

　　
　
(End of this chapter)