The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 5 I'm Duan Xiu
"Forget it, let's go." Song Xiaoqiao stopped after walking a few steps.

Duan Xiu smiled and opened the car door, "Come on."

Half an hour later, Song Xiaoqiao got out of the car, glanced at the building in front of her, and turned her head, "Why did you bring me here?"

"This is the root of all your problems, how about it, haven't you thought about it?" Duan Xiu asked rhetorically.

Song Xiaoqiao suppressed the tension in her heart, he was right, but——

"No, I haven't figured it out yet."

"Didn't I explain everything clearly yesterday, do I have to repeat it again?" Duan Xiu lifted his legs and got out of the car, holding a file bag in his hand.

By the way, "I didn't bring my ID, or—"

"Hello boss, this is Miss Song's ID." Before Song Xiaoqiao could finish speaking, she saw a man in a black suit running over with a file bag.

Duan Xiu nodded and took it, "Well, the speed is good, give me a verbal praise."

"Thank you boss."

"Okay, now that the documents are complete, let's go." Duan Xiu made a gesture of invitation.

Song Xiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she was already being pushed down on a chair.

Taking pictures, filling in forms, and signing, the whole process was like a dream for Song Xiaoqiao.

"This is the marriage certificate, congratulations to both of you." The staff smiled and handed the red book with the marriage certificate printed on it to the two of them.

Just as Song Xiaoqiao was about to reach out to pick it up, she was preempted.

"I'll keep it. My wife is too young. If she loses it, it will be troublesome." Duan Xiu said while taking it.

"Sir, don't worry. If you lose it, you can bring the relevant documents to reissue." The staff member said seriously, and smiled at Song Xiaoqiao.

Duan Xiu nodded, "Okay, thank you, wife, let's go."

"—" Song Xiaoqiao looked up at him, wife?

Is he calling himself?

"Seeing that the little girl is still not used to it, Mr. is really lucky to have such a cute little wife."

"Yeah." Duan Xiu pulled Song Xiaoqiao up with a smile, and whispered in her ear: "Let's go, we will have a lifetime to let you get used to this name."

lifetime?

Song Xiaoqiao blinked her eyes, and finally came to her senses.

Walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Song Xiaoqiao was about to speak when Duan Xiu snatched her off.

"The certificate was obtained in the name of the school's needs, and of course it was named Uncle Gu Qi."

"Then—" Song Xiaoqiao paused, "Let me have the marriage certificate."

"No."

"Then show me."

Duan Xiu thought for a while, "Okay, just show it to me."

The little red book fell into the hands, almost weightless, but at this moment, it weighed on Song Xiaoqiao's heart like a heavy stone.

Married, she is married.

She held it, like holding a ball of fire in the palm of her hand.

Gently open it, the witness said, "Duan Xiu?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Duan Xiu lowered his head, just in time to meet Song Xiaoqiao's gaze.

Behind the slightly tinted lenses, a pair of eyes were full of shock.

In just a second, Duan Xiu laughed.　
Seeing him smile, Song Xiaoqiao coughed lightly, "Well, you, your name is Duan Xiu?"

"Yes, I am Duan Xiu."

"Not broken sleeves?"

"I'm Duan Xiu." Duan Xiu looked confused by her, "Don't you know my name, what's the matter, sometimes the accent is accentuated, and sometimes the tone is soft, what's the matter?"

"This—" Song Xiaoqiao took a step back and muttered softly, "It's not the broken sleeve, but the name is Duan Xiu?"

"I'm Duan Xiu, why do you keep calling me by my name?" Duan Xiu looked at her with a funny face.

It's broken, yes, she made a mistake, but she clearly remembered, "I--" She couldn't continue the following words, my God!Duan Xiu, didn't she sound like Duanxiu, and her voice didn't seem too loud at the time, even just now, she called out several times and people heard Duan Xiu, so she made a mistake from the beginning to the end!
"Since you are always so interested in my name, my husband, let me introduce myself formally again. I am Duan Xiu, and I am your husband. Do you remember?"

"Remember, remember." Song Xiaoqiao nodded, forget it, it doesn't matter whether he is Duan Xiu or Duanxiu, anyway, after one year, she will be free.

Duan Xiu looked at the twinkle in her eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he moved lightly to stand beside her, and put his arms around her waist, "Go home."

Come back home?

Song Xiaoqiao lowered her waist, but helplessly, the hands seemed to be stuck to her body. Just as she was about to make a move, she saw a few people looking over. Forget it, let's leave first.

Now that the certificate has been obtained, there are some things that need to be discussed carefully.

One or two people got into the car, one was busy driving, the other was busy thinking about his little Jiujiu, the atmosphere in the car was strangely harmonious for a while.

Through the rearview mirror, Duan Xiu looked at the corners of his little wife who was suffering and worrying again.

After more than half an hour, Song Xiaoqiao was led out of the car by Duan Xiu.

Looking at the unremarkable apartment in front of her, Song Xiaoqiao looked back at him, "Is this your house?"

"Yes, how is it? Are you satisfied?"

Song Xiaoqiao looked at the black Bentley in front of her, and then at the apartment, "It seems—"

"Regret?" The corners of Duan Xiu's mouth did not change, and there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

"That's not true. It doesn't matter to me, as long as I have a place to live, that's—"

Duan Xiu suddenly smiled brightly, and he did not misunderstand the person, "Don't worry about your house, I will definitely let you live better in the future, now these are only temporary."

Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, "It's not a family matter, but I think your garage is too different in grade, but don't worry, my grandma didn't even get this kind of treatment when they got married, so you don't have to worry about it." burden."

Duan Xiu almost spat out a mouthful of blood, what kind of logic is this?

In her eyes, he was probably no different than an ordinary clerk.

"Okay, I said don't have any psychological burden. This house is already pretty good. Let's go, which one is it? Take me in."

Duan Xiu didn't say anything else, and led Song Xiaoqiao into a room on the second floor.

"Three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms, yes, one bathroom for one person, no fighting, and convenient." Song Xiaoqiao has already started planning.

"The master bedroom is yours, and the second bedroom is for me."

In less than ten minutes, Song Xiaoqiao had already been assigned, Duan Xiu went into the bathroom, and when she came out again, Song Xiaoqiao had disappeared.

"Little Joe, Little Joe?"

There are no primary and secondary bedrooms, and there is no bathroom. Duan Xiu's heart began to fluctuate, "Xiao Qiao?"

"Why, I'm here."

Duan Xiu looked over and saw that it was Song Xiaoqiao who was half lying on the bay window of the balcony.

Song Xiaoqiao looked at Duan Xiu with an anxious expression, stretched out a hand and beckoned to him, "Come here."

"You—" Duan Xiu suppressed the feeling of regaining what was lost in his heart, seeing her like this, he immediately hesitated.

"Come here." Song Xiaoqiao blinked at him, and tightened her other hand.

(End of this chapter)