The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 89 Duan Xiu Black Face
The crisp sound of "啪——" was particularly ear-piercing in the empty living room.

Song Xiaoqiao felt the pain in her hands and the sound, and woke up immediately.

But she didn't dare to open her eyes and kept them closed, pretending to be asleep.I don't know where it was shot just now, my hands hurt so much, the part where Duan Xiu was shot is definitely not going to be any better.

Now, the only way to avoid "death" is to continue to pretend to be asleep.

Duan Xiu, who was photographed upright, covered his face, staring at his little wife who was still sleeping soundly.

He, he was slapped in the face!
Moreover, he was still beaten by someone who was sleeping, Duan Xiu burst into tears.

"The stinky mosquito is finally dead, hehe~" Song Xiaoqiao muttered again in order to make herself look more like her.

Duan Xiu immediately turned dark.

He suppressed the urge to drag her up, and went back to the room angrily.

Hearing the sound of closing the door not far away, Song Xiaoqiao felt secretly relieved.

I was scared to death, but my heart became a little tangled.

That slap just now must have hurt, I don't know what happened to him.

She wanted to open her eyes to see, but she was afraid of being discovered, so she struggled for a while, and finally fell asleep slowly in sleepiness.

In the early morning, Song Xiaoqiao stretched her waist and turned around, "Ah—"

The moment she turned around, she suddenly thought that she was sleeping on the sofa, but it was too late.

"Boom—" With a loud noise, Song Xiaoqiao rolled to the ground.

Duan Xiu, who was wearing a tie in the room, rushed out immediately when he heard the sound, seeing the little wife who had rolled to the ground, the depression from last night dissipated instantly.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he squatted down, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Hiss—" Song Xiaoqiao frowned, "Waist, waist flashed."

When Duan Xiu heard that he still had no intention of making fun of him, he quickly hugged him up.

"Hey, just put me on the sofa, you—"

Looking at the direction Duan Xiu was going, Song Xiaoqiao said hastily.

Duan Xiu carried her directly to his room as if he didn't hear her.

After being put on the big bed, Song Xiaoqiao wanted to get up, but as soon as she was shaken, her waist started to hurt, and the pain made her have to give up.

"Lie down, don't move." Duan Xiu said and made a phone call, "Hey, come here, I fell off the sofa and hurt my waist."

Sweat was already breaking out on Song Xiaoqiao's forehead, and she tightly clenched the corner of the quilt with her free hand.

"Relax, the doctor will be here in a while, bear with it." Duan Xiu comforted his little wife, and began to blame himself.

If he hadn't locked the door of the second bedroom, such a thing would not have happened to her.

"Little Joe—"

"Duan Xiu—"

The two actually opened their mouths at the same time.

"You talk first." Duan Xiu said.

"Okay, help me, help me ask for leave." Looking at the current situation, it is impossible to go to school.

Duan Xiu nodded, "Okay, I'll go now."

After a while, Duan Xiu came back again, "The call has already been made."

"Okay, thank you." Song Xiaoqiao said, then asked after a pause, "What did you want to say just now?"

Duan Xiu looked at her, and then remembered what he wanted to say just now, "That, I—"

"If you said that the second bedroom was locked by you, then there is no need to blame yourself. I fell off the sofa because of my own carelessness. I don't blame you." Song Xiaoqiao thought about it carefully, and suddenly understood Duan Xiu. Where did the self-blame that flashed in his eyes just now come from?

Unexpectedly, the little wife found out, Duan Xiu stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly, "I'm sorry, wife, I just wanted you to live in the same room with me so much, that's why it happened like that, don't worry , When your waist is healed, my husband won't do these little tricks anymore, and quietly wait for my wife to figure it out."

Song Xiaoqiao looked at Duan Xiu who was so serious and full of self-blame, and warm feelings surged in her heart.

Feeling the temperature from her hands and the slightly sweaty feeling, Song Xiaoqiao's mouth curled up.

Suddenly, another burst of pain came from her waist, which made her frown.

"hiss--"

"Little Qiao, bear with it, the doctor will be here shortly." Duan Xiu became a little nervous, and his clenched hands increased a lot of strength.

And he didn't notice this at all, he only realized it when his little wife started shaking her hands.

"The pain in my waist is okay, if you don't let go now, my hand will be useless." Song Xiaoqiao protested while shaking her hand.

Duan Xiu quickly let go of his hand, held it again and rubbed it gently, "I'll rub it for you, I'll do it lightly."

"It's all your fault, my hand hurts so much." Song Xiaoqiao felt wronged, her eyes began to twinkle.

"Okay, it's my fault, my wife doesn't cry."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who didn't want to cry at first, Song Xiaoqiao started crying, and was still crying loudly.

It's easy for her, she was kicked out by her father, and she is still treated like this here.

"You keep deducting money from me, woo woo—" Song Xiaoqiao said while crying.

"You still bully me all the time, woo--"

The more Duan Xiu listened, the more he couldn't laugh or cry. It was not because of the pain in his hand, but it sounded like he was complaining.

It's just complaining to yourself.

Rather than complaining, it can be understood as taking the opportunity to complain of dissatisfaction.

"Father and the others are so cruel, they kicked me out, it's all your fault, woo--"

Song Xiaoqiao cried harder, Duan Xiu kneaded his hands, and started coaxing people again.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang. Duan Xiu looked at the caller ID and said to his crying wife, "Xiao Qiao, the doctor is here. I'll open the door. Don't cry."

"Woooo—bullying people, woooo—" Song Xiaoqiao cried so hard that she couldn't stop herself.

Duan Xiu looked at his sleeves which were already wet with tears, and sighed, he didn't know what he was doing to her in this state for a while.

"Stop crying, I won't deduct money from you in the future, okay?"

"You lied, uh-"

"It's true, my husband swears." Duan Xiu really raised his hand while speaking.

Song Xiaoqiao took a pen and paper from the bedside table while crying, "Write it down."

Duan Xiu, "—"

Seeing the tears welling up again, Duan Xiu admitted, brushing and waving, "Okay, can you stop crying?"

Song Xiaoqiao took the paper, wiped away her tears, "Take your hand here."

"Why?" Duan Xiu asked with some doubts.

Song Xiaoqiao directly pulled his hand over, opened her mouth and bit it.

"Ah—" Duan Xiu let out a scream before he could react.

Song Xiaoqiao saw a drop of blood oozing from her finger, at this moment, she pressed the paper directly, "Alright, go and open the door."

"You—" Duan Xiu's face darkened again, "You are the most poisonous woman."

Song Xiaoqiao grinned before her tears dried up——

"No, I was wrong, I am poisonous, I am the most poisonous!" Duan Xiu was about to burst into tears.

"It's more or less the same." Song Xiaoqiao pulled Duan Xiu's hand again, and Duan Xiu was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand. She stared and frightened Duan Xiu honestly stretched out his hand, showing a look of letting others slaughter him.

Song Xiaoqiao snorted coldly, took out a love band-aid and stuck it on the wound, "This is for you, my heart is on it, if you dare to tear it off, I'll make you—"

She made a tearing gesture, and Duan Xiu nodded immediately.

"Okay, I won't tear it up, I'll wait for you to tear it up." Duan Xiu withdrew his hand, stood up quickly, and was about to go out to open the door.

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the door, causing the whole house to shake a few times.

(End of this chapter)