The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 75 Duan Xiu Gets Kicked Out of Bed
Song Xiaoqiao kept the note in her hand, and looked at Yan Hao excitedly, only to see him shake his big hand and pull out a stack of red tickets, "I'll pay you two thousand, and it's up to me." Move to Duan Xiu.

Tang Yulian was also looking at Duan Xiu at the moment, Yan Hao pressed the ticket, so naturally he also looked over.

"I also suppress myself." Duan Xiu patted the table with a loud voice.

"Announce the answer now, Duan Xiu moves his hand away." Song Xiaoqiao patted Duan Xiu's hand, but did not pat it away.

"How much and who are you pressing?" Tang Yulian blinked at Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao thought for a while, "I, I suppress both."

"money."

This time, it was Duan Xiu and Yan Hao who said it in unison.

Tang Yulian drifted towards Duan Xiu's men from the corner of her eye, the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Let me see how many are in my wallet." Song Xiaoqiao took out her wallet and just counted twenty, when Duan Xiu rushed to slap them on the table.

"That's all, let's open the answer."

Song Xiaoqiao wanted to snatch it back, but she withdrew her hand again when she saw the look in her grandma's hand.

She opened the ball of paper bit by bit, and was immediately overjoyed when she saw a paragraph. It seemed—she hadn't laughed out loud yet, so she yelled, "Duan, Duan Xiu?"

How could it be possible, but she turned it over and there was only Duan Xiu's name on it. She was shaking with anger, and she was about to find someone to settle the score, but after looking around, she didn't see grandma's shadow, and she didn't know when she slipped away of.

Upon hearing this, Duan Xiu immediately took all the red notes in his hands, "Thank you, both of you."

Song Xiaoqiao slapped the notes on the table, watched Duan Xiu counting the money one by one, raised her eyebrows and said, "Wait a minute, how much did you pay Duan Xiu?"

Duan Xiu ignored her and continued to count, his expression was as if he had fallen into a honeypot.

"What Duan Xiu, you should be called Duan Boss, no big or small." Yan Hao stretched out his hand to tap Song Xiaoqiao's nose, but before he touched it, he was grabbed by a hand.

Seeing Duan Xiu's attention shifted to Yan Hao, Song Xiaoqiao quickly snatched the money from him.

"One, two, three—39, forty, one, dime?" When she counted to the last dime, Song Xiaoqiao thought she was wrong.

No, two thousand for Yan Hao and two thousand for myself, then——

That is to say, Duan Xiu only suppressed a hair!
"Mr. Duan is really good at writing. You can win four thousand with one cent." Yan Hao withdrew his hand and said flatly.

Duan Xiu chuckled, "Thank you, thank you."

Now Song Xiaoqiao will quit, "The two thousand is my living expenses for this month, this is just the beginning, you won't be so cruel, will you?"

"Don't you still have a few more? I'm willing to bet." Duan Xiu snatched the money and put it in his wallet, "Well, the bulging shape is so pretty."

Song Xiaoqiao took out her wallet and counted it. There was still 600 yuan, which is not enough.

"No, you return the money to me. You forced me to press so much just now."

"Then you didn't object, didn't you?" Duan Xiu didn't have any room to let her go.

Yan Hao who was on the side was directly ignored. He took out a stack of packs from his wallet and put them in Song Xiaoqiao's hand, "Are these enough?"

"No, I don't want your money." Song Xiaoqiao returned the money to Yan Hao, and continued to ask Duan Xiu.

At this time, Yan Hao's cell phone rang, and he went outside to pick it up, and hung up without saying a few words.

"Little Qiao, my family has to go back beforehand. You can tell grandma, Uncle Song, and Aunt Song later, do you really want the money?"

"No, I still have it in my passbook. I was joking with Duan Xiu." Song Xiaoqiao quickly waved her hand and refused. It was impossible for her to ask for Yan Hao's money.

Yan Hao didn't insist anymore, so he walked out.

When he reached the door, he looked back at Duan Xiu again, then turned and left.

Duan Xiu acted as if he hadn't seen it, and was about to stuff the wallet into his bosom.

After confirming that Yan Hao had really left, Song Xiaoqiao had no more scruples and got into a fight with Duan Xiu.

The two quarreled from the dining room to the living room, and when Song Xiaoqiao came back to her senses, she was already in her room.

Duan Xiu held the wallet high, and locked the door from the inside while avoiding it.

Song Xiaoqiao only cared about the wallet that was held up high, and when she found it, she was already pinned to the bed.

"Hey, give me back the money, you big liar." Being held down, Song Xiaoqiao's momentum was not weak at all.

Duan Xiu's attention has long been diverted, and at this moment, his eyes are fixed on the cherry red lips.

When he was in the car, he had already missed an opportunity. This time, he must—

"Bang bang—" knocking on the door came along with Song Zhen's voice.

"If you want to make trouble, go back and make trouble, don't make trouble here."

"Really, what are you doing, they—"

"Shut up." Song Zhen's voice directly overshadowed Qin Sufen's.

Tang Yulian, who was at the side, was really angry when she saw her son, so she didn't dare to say anything for a while.

Now that Mr. Song is not here, Song Zhen is naturally the head of the family here.

"Open the door." Song Zhen got angry.

The two people on the bed froze at the same time.

In my impression, Song Zhen seldom gets angry, Duan Xiu restrained his emotions and stopped.

Song Xiaoqiao jumped up from the bed and kicked Duan Xiu's leg. Duan Xiu didn't notice that she was kicked off the bed, and the sound made the three people outside startled.

Song Zhen almost didn't think about it, so he opened the door with the key, and the lock was locked from the inside, so naturally he couldn't open it no matter what.

"Open the door, if you don't open it, I'll—" Before kicking the word, the door opened.

It was Song Xiaoqiao who opened the door, so the noise just now must be Duan Xiu.

The three of them looked into the room together, only to see Duan Xiuxiu sitting on the ground with a pained look on his face.

Song Xiaoqiao, who was stared at by her mother and grandma at the same time, hurried back to the room, took Duan Xiu's hand and said, "I'm sorry just now, are you okay?"

"I have something to do, and it's a big deal." Thin sweat dripped from Duan Xiu's forehead, and his tightly knit eyebrows showed that he was really busy now. He stroked his waist with one hand, and put one hand on Song Xiaoqiao's shoulder. I can't even get up.

When it was over, Tang Yulian and her daughter-in-law looked at each other, and they rushed over immediately.

The three of them didn't drag Duan Xiu up alone, Tang Yulian immediately yelled at Song Zhen: "Why are you so dazed, Xiaoxiu's waist flashed."

"Flicker, flash, what—"

Before Song Zhen finished speaking, he was interrupted by his old lady.

"His waist flashed, of course something happened, come here quickly."

Song Zhen joined, and the four of them dragged Duan Xiu to the bed.

As soon as his waist landed on the bed, Duan Xiu cried out.

"Ouch—"

This cry broke the hearts of both Tang Yulian and Qin Sufen.

Seeing Song Xiaoqiao's masked face, the two of them almost ran away.

Seeing the anxious look of her mother and grandma, Song Xiaoqiao silently backed away, her waist dodged.At this moment, she caught sight of the gleam in Duan Xiu's eyes when he lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up quite a bit.

(End of this chapter)