The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 10 The problem of sleeping

From Duan Xiu's return to dinner, Song Xiaoqiao felt that life would be worse than death for a few hours.

It wasn't that Duan Xiu did something to her, or that he didn't do anything, just let her be like this, after that, it would be fine.

During this period, no one in the family called her. It seems that they all thought that the person who hooked up with Gu Qi was a good person.

Song Xiaoqiao watched eagerly as Duan Xiu rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes. This scene was really——

Indescribable discomfort!

Yesterday, she must have had her head squeezed by the door to go to Gu Qi's house and meet this monster.

"Okay, you've been sitting there for more than half an hour in a daze, neither watching TV nor playing with your mobile phone, what's on your mind?" Duan Xiu said slowly with a book in his hand, it seemed that he had already read it Book in a while.

Half an hour, she, does she have it?

Song Xiaoqiao pushed down her glasses, coughed lightly, and sighed again.

"Well, can I go back?"

"No."

Duan Xiu directly refused, and sat down on the sofa. Song Xiaoqiao felt that the whole sofa was shaken and sank.

With the mobile phone in hand, Song Xiaoqiao really wanted to make a call to ask Gu Qi, but she didn't dare.

"If you don't want to watch TV, go take a shower, and you can sleep in a while." Duan Xiu didn't lift his head, his eyes were still on the book, as if the book was very good.

Song Xiaoqiao immediately jumped up from the sofa, "I'm not here to wash."

"You want to wash outside?" Duan Xiu moved his eyes from the book to Song Xiaoqiao's face.

The sky was already dark, and the light just reflected on Duan Xiu's face. Song Xiaoqiao looked at him, and her eyes naturally moved to the book in his hand.

"The Wedding Night Handbook—"

"Well, would you like to read it? It's very interesting." Duan Xiu raised the book and stood up.

Song Xiaoqiao was about to run, blushing and heart beating, and her eyes widened.

She was angry, and there was also a shyness that she didn't even realize.

"No, I don't want to watch it." She almost shouted, and then stammered: "We, we are not really married, why should we watch this."

Duan Xiu smiled, "What is a real marriage?"

"Yes--"

What is she is not coming out.

"Let's talk." Duan Xiu thought for a while, "Some things should be faced face to face, and should be explained clearly."

"Yes, make it clear." She had thought about this a long time ago, but he never gave the chance.

The two sat back on the sofa, and there were two pens and two notebooks on the coffee table.

"Now let's write down everything we each want to say, and then we will exchange it." Duan Xiu suggested.

Song Xiaoqiao had no objection, the two of them each wrote a book.

One is relaxed and free, and the other is bitter and sad.

Suddenly a pleasant music sounded, Song Xiaoqiao was startled, and quickly took out her mobile phone to check, well, at this time, the family finally thought of herself.

"Hey--"

"It's Dad, Xiao Qiao, are you still at Gu Qi's uncle's house?"

"Yeah." Song Xiaoqiao puffed up her mouth, "I'm going to—"

Song Zhai, Song Zhen is sitting in the study, holding the phone in one hand, and knocking on the table with the other, "You, don't cause trouble at home, Mr. Duan is very knowledgeable, and you can make up lessons for you. You have been blessed in your previous life."

In her previous life, she cultivated blessings, heh, Song Xiaoqiao raised her head, her eyes widened suddenly bigger than copper bells.

As for it, looking at Duan Shaven's white paper densely packed, the key point is that he is still writing the second sheet with great interest, and it is already halfway through.

Looking at her own, she only wrote a few lines, no, she can't fall behind.

"Hey, did Xiao Qiao listen to what Dad said?" Song Zhen said angrily, and asked immediately when there was no reply.

Song Xiaoqiao wiped off her sweat, "Yes, of course, Dad, if you have anything else to say, say it quickly." She wanted to end the call quickly, but she couldn't hang up first.

"Okay, anyway, study hard at Mr. Duan's house these few days, your foundation is weak, your foundation is poor, if people say you, just listen, do you hear?"

"heard it."

This Jedi is my real dad.

"Also, how are you and Gu Qi doing?" Song Zhen didn't want to ask at first, but he had to ask because of the people behind him.

Song Xiaoqiao gritted her teeth and looked back at the two white papers in front of Duan Xiu, "He and I are still the same as before, what can we do?"

"Understood, hey, Gu Qi is good, but emotional matters can't be forced, Dad thought you had already dealt with him, so how about it, don't come back in a hurry, the three-day deadline is coming soon, you can be at his house Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai, at home there is a father to help you, hiss—" Song Zhen exclaimed before he finished speaking, reaching out to hold the hand of the person behind him, "Okay, that's it, if you have anything to call To Dad, that's all."

Song Xiaoqiao held the phone, the call has ended, so nothing will happen over there, right?

However, thinking of the usual times, the corners of his mouth curved again.

It should be nothing, but someone pinched a few times, this is between them, she is happy.

Putting down the phone, Song Xiaoqiao had a faint smile on her lips, but when she looked at Duan Xiu, she couldn't smile anymore.

The coffee table is full of white paper, and the white paper is densely packed.

Duan Xiu wrote with great joy, and was still writing a sheet in his hand.

"Hey, you, why do you write so much?" Song Xiaoqiao glanced at the content above, family rules, husband rules, wife rules, my God, and the filial piety, women's classics, what are these and what.

Duan Xiu looked at Song Xiaoqiao, curled his mouth, and said solemnly: "That's it, you will need these in the future, so it just happens to be okay now, so I wrote them together, how about it, see if there is anything else to add .”

Replenish?

Song Xiaoqiao was choked and coughed a few times before subsiding. In this spare time, Duan Xiu wrote another one.

No, she's going crazy.

"No more, no more." Song Xiaoqiao picked up the paper and threw it in the trash can.

Duan Xiu didn't stop her and let her throw it.

For a moment, it was such a picture, one was writing on the face, and the other was tearing and throwing desperately.

Half an hour later, Song Xiaoqiao looked at her red hands and curled her lips.

"Wait, I'll get a box of tissue paper first, before you cry."

Duan Xiu said that the person had already flashed away, Song Xiaoqiao became angry, "Crying for you, uncle, who is going to cry, woo-woo--bullying people, woo-woo--"

In fact, Song Xiaoqiao really didn't think about crying. At most, she just wanted to bluff him, but she didn't expect to actually cry.

The last time I cried was a few years ago, when Gu Qi broke her beloved hairpin, which she made by herself.

Duan Xiu looked at her crying, but couldn't help laughing, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, how do you think about solving the problem of sleeping?"

"What?" Song Xiaoqiao took out a piece of paper, "What about sleeping?"

When she finished speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The sleeping problem he was talking about would not be—

"Tonight is our wedding night, you don't want to just share a room with each other, do you?" Duan Xiu's voice was not loud, but every word stabbed Song Xiaoqiao's fragile heart.

Song Xiaoqiao stopped for a while, Duan Xiu thought she was going to face up to this problem, but unexpectedly, the next second, Song Xiaoqiao howled directly.

(End of this chapter)