The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 39
Duan Xiu didn't speak, stared at the notebook in his hand, and reached out to take a few more.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Except for two that belonged to others, the rest were all written by one person.

Benben remembered carefully, and he also found out that Song Xiaoqiao remembered all the lessons during the three days of leave.

At first, he thought he was reading it wrong, but it was the same after reading three books in a row, and the other party's thoughts were self-evident.

He looked up, and the little wife was taking out her notebook and preparing to copy it.

"Wait a minute, you haven't answered my question yet."

"You didn't answer me either."

The two confronted each other, and soon, Duan Xiu was defeated.

A strange look flashed across his eyes, but when he saw his little wife lowered her head to read the book again, she couldn't say what she wanted to say.

No, if he really went for two weeks, it would be fine.

Then his little wife had been abducted long ago.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and pressed it for a while, and soon got an answer.

"Don't go."

With just two words, Duan Xiu glanced at the person beside him, then went to the bedroom with his mobile phone.

Song Xiaoqiao knew that he must be very busy, so she didn't bother him.

But, go to the bedroom with your mobile phone and close the door, as for?
Her heart tightened for no reason.

A needle in the sea of ​​a man's heart!

No matter what he wanted to do, in two days, she would be free for two weeks.

Seeing that Duan Xiu hadn't come out for a long time, she immersed herself in reading the materials.

In the bedroom, Duan Xiu looked at his phone, and just as he was about to call, he saw another WeChat message.

"I can go for you, treat me to ten meals, I choose the place!"

Damn, Duan Xiu almost scolded someone.

But thinking of his little wife outside, he gritted his teeth and replied, "You're ruthless!"

He threw the phone on the bed, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and stood there smoking slowly.

One cigarette was burned out, and when he was about to light another one, he heard a knock on the door.

"Duan Xiu, you can make lunch later." Song Xiaoqiao knocked on the door a few times to finish her sentence, and went to the second bedroom with the study materials.

Duan Xiu, who was standing in front of the window, smiled, with a cigarette in his mouth, the lighter clicked, and just about to light it, he gave up again.

Throwing the cigarette into the trash can, he raised his leg to open the door.

There was no sign of his little wife at the door, nor in the living room. Looking at the closed door of the second bedroom, he pushed the door and turned it lightly, but it didn't open.

He frowned, did not continue, and walked towards the living room.

There were several notebooks on the coffee table, Duan Xiu picked up one and flipped through it.

He was actually watching the content somewhere, and he kept thinking about who this person would be in his mind.

Song Xiaoqiao knew that Duan Xiu had left when she heard that the door stopped ringing. She was relieved, but she couldn't read the book anymore.

I don't know who he called just now, so mysterious, could it be a woman?

Thinking of this, she felt a little uncomfortable, but then she turned to think about it, so what if she was a woman. He also said that he could file for divorce after a year. Since this is the case, then why is she doing this.

I don't want to, I'm going crazy.

She stretched out her hand to scratch her head, but put it down abruptly after scratching it. There was no mirror in the second bedroom. She carefully combed her hair, took out her mobile phone and turned on the camera to look at it, and then she felt relieved.

Missed lessons had to be made up, so Song Xiaoqiao forced herself to continue.

It was very fast when she was reading and copying notes. By the time she finished the two subjects, an hour had passed.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and she was a little hungry, so Song Xiaoqiao put down her book, opened the door and went out.

There was a sound in the kitchen, and she walked over slowly.

Standing at the door, watching Duan Xiu chopping vegetables, she felt a little sorry, knocked on the door frame and said, "Thanks for your hard work, husband."

Duan Xiu raised his head and glanced at her when he heard the voice, then turned his face away.

It seemed that he was in a bad mood, Song Xiaoqiao sighed and was about to read the book again when he heard his voice.

"come over."

Song Xiaoqiao was overjoyed and jumped over quickly.

"Wipe my sweat off."

"Oh."

"I want to drink."

"okay."

After a while of busy work, Song Xiaoqiao was out of breath, but Duan Xiu's face was still the same, which made her wonder.

She thought about it for a while, and finally thought of a possibility.

"you--"

"What's wrong with me?" Duan Xiu didn't raise his head, and continued to cook.

Song Xiaoqiao opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to say it anymore. If she made a mistake, she would be making fun of herself.

"It's nothing."

She murmured, then turned and ran away.

When she arrived in the living room, she found that Cheng Yan's notebooks had been turned over, and, judging from the placement, he had a lot of opinions on the notebooks, no, he had a lot of opinions on the owner of the notebooks.

It seemed that she guessed right, since she knew the reason, it would be easy to handle.

Duan Xiu put the fried vegetables on plates and brought them to the table.

"It's time to eat." He called out, then turned to get the bowls and chopsticks.

After he set everything up, Song Xiaoqiao hadn't come yet, so he called again, and after waiting for a while, she still didn't come, so he walked into the living room with some doubts.

It wasn't Song Xiaoqiao who was lying on the sofa.

He walked up to her, looked at Song Xiaoqiao who had her eyes tightly closed, and said helplessly, "Hey, it's time to eat."

"I'm too hungry to walk." Song Xiaoqiao said weakly.

This expression, this voice, can go to acting.

Song Xiaoqiao herself secretly admired herself in her heart.

The front was still alive and kicking, but after a while, it collapsed like this. Everyone could see that there was something wrong, so Duan Xiu squatted down and immediately picked him up.

Song Xiaoqiao originally wanted to say something, but when he hugged her like this, she blushed immediately, and she quickly jumped out of his arms. She just wanted to make him anxious, but she didn't expect him to hug her just like that up.

"Do you have strength now?"

"Well, I suddenly gained strength." Song Xiaoqiao smiled dryly, and she put on her slippers and walked towards the restaurant.

After the meal, Song Xiaoqiao won the opportunity to perform and wash the dishes!
Seeing that she was determined, Duan Xiu didn't argue with her and went to the living room with a smile.

But before he sat down, he heard a few popping sounds, and the smile on his face instantly widened.

He walked over slowly, and when he reached the door, he saw Song Xiaoqiao busy picking up pieces on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I slipped my hand just now." Song Xiaoqiao lowered her head almost to the ground, and her hand was pricked in such a daze.

"Hiss—" She had just exhaled softly when she was already hugged.

Duan Xiu frowned and stared at her, "Look at you, I told you not to wash it, it's all right now."

"I don't blame you." Song Xiaoqiao felt aggrieved.

Duan Xiu carried Song Xiaoqiao directly to the bedroom, and then walked out.

With a broken hand, why did she hug her to the bed? She was really speechless. Song Xiaoqiao jumped out of the bed, and saw Duan Xiu walking in again, holding a medicine box in his hand.

"Go to bed."

"Oh."

Song Xiaoqiao jumped onto the bed again, and Duan Xiu had already brought out a bunch of things.

After cleaning the wound, disinfecting it, bandaging it, watching him busy, even Song Xiaoqiao felt as if she had been seriously injured.

"Lie on the bed and rest, don't move around." After finishing speaking, Duan Xiu packed up the medicine box and went out.

Looking at her fingers that were wrapped like rice dumplings, Song Xiaoqiao silently shed tears of bitterness, her hand was pierced, why did she feel like her leg was limping.

She didn't have much time to think about it secretly, because soon Duan Xiu came in with a bunch of study materials, except for Cheng Yan's notebook.

With a bang, the door was closed, and Song Xiaoqiao immediately sat up straight.

Duan Xiu looked at her and showed a deep smile.

(End of this chapter)