The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 86 Are You Confessing To Me?

All the possibilities that Duan Xiu thought were turned into bubbles the moment Song Xiaoqiao stretched out her hand.

"Pants?" He was taken aback, "Just pants?"

Song Xiaoqiao stretched out another hand, "And this."

Looking at Lace Xiaonei in front of him, Duan Xiu couldn't help but blush.

"one hundred."

"Here." Duan Xiu took out the money.

"One piece short, I didn't hide it twice." Song Xiaoqiao smiled and waited for the money to be collected.

Duan Xiu glanced at her, and then at the little Nei Nei in her hand, "Okay."

"By the way, wash it for me." Song Xiaoqiao took the money, put the trousers and underwear into Duan Xiu's hands, "Give me another hundred, and I didn't hide my true heart."

Duan Xiu, "—"

In the blink of an eye, with three hundred in hand, Song Xiaoqiao's eyes rolled with laughter.

At the dinner table, Duan Xiu was holding chopsticks, watching his little wife eating so happily, and thinking of that little lace, he felt inexplicably hot.

"This is good, eat more." Song Xiaoqiao took a chopstick of chives and put them in Duan Xiu's bowl, "I heard it's good for men."

"Who said that?" Duan Xiu's eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Song Xiaoqiao thought for a while, "Well, it seems that my grandma said it, and it seems that my mother also said it."

After a pause, Song Xiaoqiao added, "It seems that there is something about being strong, something about being strong, hess, I can't remember."

"Cough—" Duan Xiu was choked, "Actually, I don't need it yet."

"Oh, then I'll mend it myself." Song Xiaoqiao stretched out her chopsticks and picked up the chives from Duan Xiu's bowl and put them in her own bowl, "That's it."

Duan Xiu looked at her, watched her eating leeks one by one, and couldn't help moving the chopsticks in his hand.

"By the way, leeks are aphrodisiac." Song Xiaoqiao suddenly remembered, "Haha, I'm so sorry, you really don't need it."

"Song Xiaoqiao!" Duan Xiu couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped his chopsticks, "You—"

"I was wrong." Song Xiaoqiao bowed her head.

Duan Xiu sighed, took out his wallet and took out another one, "Reward one hundred for voluntarily admitting mistakes."

Heh, Song Xiaoqiao raised her head, her eyes lit up, she took the red ticket, she shook it in her hand and made a slight noise, "Well, the sound of money, it's really delicious."

"Have a meal."

"Yes, hubby." Song Xiaoqiao collected the money with a smile and began to concentrate on eating.

After the meal, Song Xiaoqiao offered to wash the dishes, but was refused.

She went to the living room to watch TV in a happy mood, and when she heard the sound from the kitchen, she put down the remote control again, and ran to the kitchen door to watch Duan Xiuxi.

Wearing an apron, the white shirt made Duan Xiu even more handsome.

"Handsome?" Duan Xiu asked, his hands kept moving.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, "Yes."

"Like it?"

"like."

Duan Xiu put down the bowl and looked back at her, "I like you too."

Song Xiaoqiao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Are you confessing your love to me?"

Duan Xiu picked up the bowl and continued to wash, "Yes."

Song Xiaoqiao swallowed, her heart pounding like a deer.

She clutched her chest and ran away quickly.

The corners of Duan Xiu's mouth curled up, his face was slightly red.

Confession, he confessed to her.

Is this scene a bit informal?
Duan Xiu thought in his heart, and his men speeded up and finished washing quickly. He took off his apron, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number to go out.

Song Xiaoqiao blushed and hid in the room, but Duan Xiu didn't come over after a while.

Could it be that he was embarrassed?

Song Xiaoqiao opened the door and glanced in the direction of the living room. There was no one there. She listened carefully, but she didn't hear anything.

After walking out of the room, I realized that Duan Xiu had already left, and my heart suddenly became blocked.

He just walked away.

Looking at the empty house, only she is alone, really uncomfortable.

I took out my mobile phone and wanted to make a call to ask, but I was afraid that he would be driving in case of something urgent, so forget it.

After entering the room and closing the door, Song Xiaoqiao took out the book and began to read.

An hour later, there was still no movement outside. Song Xiaoqiao put down the book and took the phone in her hand again.

"Song Xiaoqiao, you are a big fool." Throwing the phone away, Song Xiaoqiao began to scold herself.

Such a handsome man, is he going to surrender?

"Xiao Qiao, open the door." Duan Xiu's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Song Xiaoqiao was startled, and quickly stood up, "You, where have you been?"

"Just now I went out for something urgent, I forgot to tell you, open the door." Duan Xiu explained.

Song Xiaoqiao was already standing behind the door, separated by a door, and for some reason, her heart became nervous for no reason.

"Little Joe—"

"Here we come." Song Xiaoqiao interrupted Duan Xiu and opened the door.

The moment she opened the door, her heart skipped a beat.

"Honey, I love you." Duan Xiu handed over a bunch of red roses.

99 flowers, my God.

So romantic, Song Xiaoqiao's face turned red instantly.

"Ninety-nine flowers represent forever." Duan Xiu explained the flower language, and seeing his little wife's veiled face, he took out another bouquet, "Here are 99 flowers, which represent single-mindedness. There are also 11 flowers, which are very popular nowadays, representing Three Lives Three Worlds."

Song Xiaoqiao watched Duan Xiu "conjure" so many flowers like a magic trick, and kept repeating the phrase "Three Lives Three Worlds" in her mind.

"Do you like it?" Duan Xiu raised the rose in Yang's hand.

"Hi, I like it." Song Xiaoqiao stammered, "It's the 33 flowers. This is the first time I've heard of it."

Duan Xiu presented 33 flowers, "Sansheng III, I love you."

Holding the flower in her arms, Song Xiaoqiao sniffed it, "It smells so good."

"Honey, you should say something else." Duan Xiu put the rose in his hand on the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull her in front of him, "Huh?"

"Uh, thank you." Song Xiaoqiao finally spoke out after a while.

Her words made Duan Xiu almost fall down.

Feeling that it seemed too inappropriate for her to say that, Song Xiaoqiao squeezed out a few more words, "Thank you husband."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Duan Xiu gave up, "My husband will wash your clothes for you."

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, looking at the roses in her arms, and then at the ones on the ground, feeling warm in her heart.

She touched her hot face, and then sniffed the flowers in her bosom, it was really fragrant.

"Ha chirp-"

Song Xiaoqiao, who accidentally sneezed, quickly covered her mouth. I'm afraid she was the only one who sneezed on receiving flowers.

"Ha chirp—ha chirp—"

At the third hour, Duan Xiu ran over.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I—ha chirp—" Before Song Xiaoqiao finished speaking, she started sneezing again.

Duan Xiu snatched the flower, threw it on the ground, dragged her directly into the room, and closed the door.

"Ha chirp-"

"You stay here, my husband goes and throws away the flowers." Duan Xiu said to Song Xiaoqiao, and she opened the door to go out.

Song Xiaoqiao's heart aches when she thinks of so many roses.

"No, I like it very much. It's because I have a cold." Song Xiaoqiao almost rushed over to grab Duan Xiu.

Any later, I'm afraid so many roses will have to say goodbye.

"Is it really because of pollen allergies?" Duan Xiu turned back to the room and asked softly.

Song Xiaoqiao shook her head, "No, I'm not allergic to roses, otherwise I'd sneeze as soon as you brought them."

"That's good, wait a minute, you are not allergic to roses, have you received roses before?" Duan Xiu felt relieved, and found the "bright spot" in what the little wife said just now.

"Yeah, how can a person like me who hides from others and loses in flowers can't receive roses." Song Xiaoqiao co-authored this sentence with Qi Duanxiu.

In fact, she herself is even more angry, okay?

Duan Xiu immediately felt relieved when he heard that, he waved his hands and walked out of the room, "My husband will help you put the roses in the living room."

"Oh." Song Xiaoqiao responded, suddenly feeling a little disappointed.

Duan Xiu heard it, and he stood up again after bending down, looking up at her, and it happened that the little wife was also standing at the door looking at him, seeing the little expectation in the eyes of the little wife, Duan Xiu walked towards her with a smile past.

(End of this chapter)