The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 87

Song Xiaoqiao watched Duan Xiu approaching, her hands wrapped around her chest involuntarily.

She was nervous, this development was somewhat similar to the plot on TV, but when it was her turn, she still panicked.

"I, I—" Song Xiaoqiao stepped back step by step, while Duan Xiu leaned in front of her step by step.

The two of them seem to be dancing at this moment, one retreats and the other advances.

It is very measured and rhythmic.

"Wife, is husband handsome?" Duan Xiu said with a smile.

Song Xiaoqiao was stunned and nodded like a fool, "Handsome, my husband is the most handsome."

Very good, Duan Xiu is very satisfied with his wife's reaction.

Song Xiaoqiao took a few steps back, and suddenly felt that she couldn't go back.

Turning around, she realized that she was already in front of the wall.

Feeling the darkness in front of her, she turned her head quickly, and when she saw the handsome face close at hand, she was so frightened that she leaned against the wall directly.

"Wall dong, bed dong, you can choose." Duan Xiu pressed both hands on the wall, forming a small space in an instant, and directly imprisoned his little wife in front of him.

Song Xiaoqiao's legs began to tremble, and she stretched out her hand to block Duan Xiu's approach, feeling that her tongue was almost not her own, and her words trembled, "Well, you, didn't you say that I should choose Well, why are you—"

"Oh, it turns out that my wife likes the bed." Duan Xiu smiled and stopped, and before Song Xiaoqiao could react, he directly picked her up and walked towards the big bed.

The wall was only a few steps away from the big bed, but Song Xiaoqiao felt that Duan Xiu had walked this distance for a long time.

Every step hit her heart, and she shrank nervously into his arms.

"Wait a minute, me, can I choose neither?" No matter which one she chooses, she won't have much advantage.

Duan Xiu stopped walking, and said two words lightly, "No."

Choose one, Song Xiaoqiao watched Duan Xiu start to leave again, quickly grabbed him and said, "Then I choose Bidong."

"Say it earlier, come on, let's continue." Duan Xiu hugged Song Xiaoqiao and returned to the position just now.

"Then let me go."

"Okay." Duan Xiu put down Song Xiaoqiao obediently, and just when she stood up, she stretched out her two big hands and pressed her forward.

Song Xiaoqiao's face was blushing to the point of bleeding, she pushed Duan Xiu hard, but unfortunately her strength was like scratching an itch.

"Little Joe."

"Yeah." Song Xiaoqiao looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

"We are husband and wife now, a legal and legally protected husband and wife relationship." Duan Xiu said word by word.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, "I know that, but then what?"

What she cared about was what he said next.

"So, it's normal for us to be like this, and more intimate things are also normal." Duan Xiu said later, there was obviously some forbearance in his voice.

Song Xiaoqiao nodded, "Oh, I, I see, so the wall is over now?"

The corner of Duan Xiu's mouth twitched, "Do you understand?"

"Understood, I'm not a fool, what you said is clear enough." Song Xiaoqiao's face was red, like a ripe apple.

Seeing his little wife showing such an expression, Duan Xiu said that he was very useful.

He was in a good mood, and originally wanted to tease her again, but now, "Okay, the wall is over."

"Okay, you, you go take a shower and go to bed early." Seeing Duan Xiu put down his hands, Song Xiaoqiao said after thinking for a while.

Duan Xiu walked to the door and turned back, "Since you understand my wife, when will we not separate the beds?"

"Bed, the bed still needs to be divided. I will go to you when I think about it." Song Xiaoqiao said quickly.

"how long?"

"It won't be too long." Song Xiaoqiao promised.

After Duan Xiu got the answer he was satisfied with, he happily went to his room.

When she heard the sound of closing the door from over there, Song Xiaoqiao rushed to the door and closed the door, locking it by the way.

Huh, scared to death.

Ten minutes later, Duan Xiu lying on the bed dialed a number on his mobile phone and went out.

"Hey, grandpa, it's me."

"You brat knows you're calling, when will you be back?" Old Man Duan said in a reproachful voice.

"When will he come back, Xiaoxiu, when will you bring granddaughter-in-law back for us to see?" Grandma's voice came quickly.

Duan Xiu smiled, thought for a while before saying: "There is no rush, it will take a while."

"Okay, it's been a while, what about the great-grandson?"

Hearing this, Duan Xiu regretted making the call.

"almost."

"That's good, old man, do you have anything else to say?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Xiu knew that it was time for grandma to hang up the phone, so he immediately called out, "Wait a minute, I have something to say to grandpa."

"Say it, brat, I know you must have something to say." Old Man Duan said with a smile, which made Duan Xiu feel relieved.

However, it is too early to be happy.

Duan Xiu tried to discuss: "Well, Grandpa, can the company's affairs—"

"Yes, grandpa knows what you're going to say. Grandpa will call Duan Nan right away and let him go tomorrow. You can give us a great-grandson at ease, and that's it." Grandpa Duan hung up without waiting for his grandson to speak.

Duan Xiu called again and was already on the phone, heh, the great-grandson is really helpful.

Hey, isn't the great-grandson of his old man his own son? Thinking of the little baby, Duan Xiu couldn't help but smile.

Putting down the phone, I don't know if my little wife is asleep now.

In the second bedroom, Song Xiaoqiao was drying her hair after taking a shower.

The sound from the hair dryer directly overwhelmed the knock on the door, so that Duan Xiu outside thought that something had happened, turned around and went to look for the key.

Well, after putting down the hair dryer, I heard footsteps outside the door, followed by the clatter of keys.

The whole process only took a few seconds, Song Xiaoqiao didn't have time to scream, her first reaction was to rush to the big bed and cover herself with the quilt.

As soon as she pulled the quilt to cover herself, Duan Xiu opened the door and walked in.

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

"Well, I'm sleeping, what are you doing?" Song Xiaoqiao muttered, her voice hoarse, she was pretending to have just woken up, but it didn't sound like this to Duan Xiu.

Duan Xiu had already reached the side of the bed, and was about to pull off the quilt, but found that it hadn't been pulled.

"Hey, what are you doing, people don't wear very much now." Song Xiaoqiao said while pulling the quilt tightly under the quilt, her hands were sweating.

Duan Xiuxing saw Song Xiaoqiao's exposed half of her calf with a few drops of water on it, and saw the hair dryer on the bedside table, and immediately thought of something.

"I thought you had a cold just now, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I don't have a cold, you go back to your room and sleep." Song Xiaoqiao urged him to leave, but she was always nervous in her heart, afraid that if he lifted the quilt, she would be finished.

No, I can no longer hide it.

Now she hasn't sorted herself out yet, and she is not sure whether there is love between them, and if so, whether it will last for a long time are all questions, so she doesn't want him to know what she looks like for the time being.

"Okay, then go to sleep." Duan Xiu let go of his hand, his heart pounding.

He has now confirmed that Song Xiaoqiao's most authentic appearance is under the quilt. Thinking of that night, the encounter in the bathroom of the coffee shop, the strike-up on the roadside, and the scene on the curtain, his whole body is about to boil.

After being separated, what was she worried about?
But he was confident that she would be honest with him, so Duan Xiu left the room with a smile on his face, closed the door, and never felt sleepy again.

(End of this chapter)