The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 81 There are rewards?

Song Xiaoqiao struggled a few times to no avail, and began to sob.

Duan Xiu hugged his little wife, felt her trembling, and whispered: "Don't be so excited, if you like it, my husband will hug you for a while."

Thinking that she still had fourteen thousand, Song Xiaoqiao cried even harder.

Realizing that his little wife was crying, Duan Xiu sighed, but he didn't point it out.

After a while, Song Xiaoqiao wiped away her tears, "I'm hungry, what shall we have for lunch?"

Duan Xiu thought for a moment, "What do you want to eat?"

"I, I want to eat meat." Song Xiaoqiao gritted her teeth.

"Okay, I'll cook." Duan Xiu let go of her and walked towards the kitchen.

If I knew she would have said that I was hungry, I wouldn't have been hugged until now.

Picking up the phone, I saw a WeChat message on it, and my heart skipped a beat. Could it be Cheng Yan's?
Open it and look, hoo, the baby is scared to death.

It turned out to be from my mother, asking myself what was going on here, she asked and sent "it's okay", but there was no reply there.

She was just about to go to the sofa when she heard her phone ring again.

He felt better immediately, but when he saw the WeChat message from Cheng Yan, he quickly looked in the direction of the kitchen and found that Duan Xiu hadn't come out. He exhaled, stroked his chest with his hands, and calmed down.

After clicking on it, she actually asked herself what her plans are for this weekend, Song Xiaoqiao thought for a while, "Library, sleep late."

"Library, are you together?" Cheng Yan quickly sent over.

Song Xiaoqiao looked towards the kitchen again, and hurriedly typed a few words, "We'll talk about it later."

"Okay." Cheng Yan returned.

At this moment, Duan Xiu came out.

Song Xiaoqiao almost threw away the phone, seeing that he was only holding an apron, she felt relieved secretly.

"Did you report it yourself, or did your husband come to check?" Duan Xiu who walked to the door of the kitchen turned around and said with a smile.

"—" Song Xiaoqiao froze, "I, my mother."

"What else?" Duan Xiu had already raised his leg and walked over.

Song Xiaoqiao's first reaction was to grab her phone and try to delete Cheng Yan's WeChat, but unfortunately, it was too late.

With a wave of Duan Xiu's hand, the phone was snatched into his hand.

"Let me see."

"It's really my mother, I—" Song Xiaoqiao couldn't continue speaking.

Duan Xiu flipped through it a few times, "Well, deduct three hundred."

"Why, isn't it a violation of one rule?" Song Xiaoqiao retorted.

"There is another one, lie, deduct 18." Duan Xiu took out the paper, "No. [-], didn't you read it carefully?"

With blood dripping from her heart, Song Xiaoqiao took out three cards from her wallet and handed them over, "Here."

"Well, don't be too frustrated. There are still rewards for good performance." Duan Xiu took the money and put it in his pocket gracefully.

When Song Xiaoqiao, who was still immersed in depression, heard this sentence, she undoubtedly cast a ray of sunshine into the gloom.

"Is there a reward?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes."

Song Xiaoqiao thought for a while, then rolled her eyes, "Then, how can there be rewards?" This is what she should care about.

Duan Xiu knew she would ask this question, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Let's discuss it slowly after dinner."

"Okay, then do it quickly." Song Xiaoqiao said happily, and after a pause she said, "Do you want my wife to help?"

"No, you just wait here obediently." Duan Xiu said and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Xiaoqiao put her hands on her lap, she was so excited that she didn't know where to put them, wait a minute, where is her mobile phone?
Forget it, nothing will happen.

She relaxed, flipped through a TV series and started watching.

Duan Xiu, who entered the kitchen, took out some vegetables from the refrigerator, saw that there were various nourishing ingredients on the first floor, and hurriedly took two boxes of vegetables to cover it, if she saw this, it would be fine.

Half an hour later, Duan Xiu arranged the food and called to the living room, "Xiao Qiao, it's time to eat."

However, no one responded even after shouting twice, so he went to the living room. There was no one in the living room, and the TV was still on.

He frowned slightly, and was thinking about whether to go to the second bedroom to have a look, when he saw Song Xiaoqiao coming out of the bathroom.

"time to eat?"

"Ah."

Song Xiaoqiao glanced at Duan Xiu, and the next second, she lowered her head again.

"What's wrong?" Duan Xiu saw that her face was slightly red, "What happened?"

It's over, is it so obvious?
Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, "It's fine."

"Yes, that one is here?" Duan Xiu asked in a low voice.

"—" Song Xiaoqiao lowered her head almost to her chest.

The corner of Duan Xiu's mouth twitched slightly, "Wait for me."

Song Xiaoqiao raised her head and saw Duan Xiu go to the bedroom.

"Do you prefer cotton or dry mesh?" Duan Xiu's voice floated from the bedroom.

Song Xiaoqiao's face turned red into an apple.

Seeing no reply, Duan Xiu took out two packs directly.

"You, where are you from?"

"My mother prepared them for you, don't think too much." Duan Xiu smiled and put two packs of Sophie's sanitary napkins into the hands of his little wife.

Song Xiaoqiao swallowed her saliva, she really thought of everything.

Picking up the cotton one and rushing to the bathroom, my heart was beating non-stop.

When she came out again, she saw Duan Xiu waiting for her not far away. She originally wanted to let her pass slowly, but now it seemed impossible.

During the whole meal, Song Xiaoqiao hardly raised her head.

There was nothing unusual about Duan Xiu throughout the whole process, and he would pick up food for her from time to time.

After dinner, Song Xiaoqiao was about to clean up when she was pushed into the living room.

"Watch TV, wait a minute, take a nap." Duan Xiu pushed her onto the sofa, turned and left.

Listening to the sound from the kitchen, Song Xiaoqiao leaned on the sofa.

After watching it for a while, I felt bored, so I stood up.

No, twenty minutes have passed, why hasn't Duan Xiu come out yet?

She tiptoed to the door of the kitchen, and heard the wechat notification tone on her mobile phone kept ringing.

what's the situation?
She raised her toes and looked inside. Duan Xiu was smiling and his hands were flying.

The most important thing is that he was holding his own mobile phone, Song Xiaoqiao's eyes widened.

Song Xiaoqiao shrank back, originally wanted to go up to argue with him, but he didn't seem to be angry. Also, this is he was chatting with someone on WeChat, so it has nothing to do with him.

After making up her mind, Song Xiaoqiao quietly returned to the living room, reclined on the sofa, leaned on the pillow, pulled the blanket over it, and watched TV.

Let's see what he has to say later.

Turning down the TV volume, Song Xiaoqiao lay on the sofa and watched it.

After a moment, her eyes closed.

Duan Xiu in the kitchen put down the phone, smiled in his eyes, thought for a while, took out the phone and pressed it for a while, and then put the phone in his pocket.

Taking off his apron, he walked out of the kitchen.

The first reaction was to look towards the living room, and with just one glance, he froze.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and looked again, that's right, there was an unsuitable scene on TV at the moment, and he kept staring at it until the scene was let go, before he walked over.

Walking to the sofa, looking at his little wife who was sleeping soundly, Duan Xiu smiled helplessly, leaned over and picked her up, passed the second bedroom, and walked directly to his room.

(End of this chapter)