Wrong Love Marriage: Sheng Shao's Mysterious Wife

"Hey! What do you want to do!" Gu Xintong hurriedly stopped him, and threatened viciously, "You are not allowed to take off!"

"shy?"

'Crazy' Gu Xintong cursed inwardly, and pulled Sheng Sibei by the hand: "Beibei, let's go to bed and not play with him."

"Daddy, come and sleep!" Sheng Sibei waved to Sheng Muhan.

Sheng Muhan said faintly: "I'm afraid someone will be shy."

"No, let's not sleep with him, let's sleep by ourselves." Gu Xintong locked the door behind her back.

Although I was a little disappointed not being able to sleep with Mommy and Daddy, Sheng Sibei was already very satisfied with being able to live with Mommy and Dad He fell asleep after listening to it.

Gu Xintong looked down at the little guy in her arms, and the corners of her lips curved into a gentle arc unconsciously.

For some reason, every time I hug Sheng Sibei, I always have a soft and warm feeling in my heart, just like holding my own baby.

"It's a pity you weren't born by me." She whispered this sentence for the umpteenth time as she gently stroked the little guy's face with her thumb.

The next day, Gu Xintong got up early to make breakfast for Sheng Sibei.

When he walked out of the room, he unconsciously glanced at the guest bedroom next door, and found that there was no movement in it. It seemed that the annoying guy was still sleeping.

Standing in front of the empty kitchen cabinet, Gu Xintong was worrying that if she rushed to the supermarket to buy dishes, she would not have time to make breakfast when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Who could it be so early in the morning?Could it be Liang Zixu, that pervert?

She didn't dare to open the door until she saw that it was not Liang Zixu through the door opening.

Standing outside the door was a 50-[-]-year-old man in overalls. The man pointed to a large wooden box at his feet and said, "Hello miss, this is the dish set you ordered. Please count the number of pieces."

"Dish set? I didn't order it." Gu Xintong looked at him suspiciously, then at the big wooden box at his feet: "Did you send it to the wrong door?"

The other party took out his mobile phone and glanced at the address: "The address is correct. It was ordered by a Mr. Sheng. It should be your husband?"

"Huh?" The surname Sheng?Sheng Muhan?When did he order the dishes?
"What's the matter? Isn't he your husband?" the uncle asked.

"Oh, yes... yes." Gu Xintong smiled at him: "Please open the box, I'll check it out."

Even if he still has a little conscience, he knows how to pay for his own dishes.

But this bowl...is a bit too advanced, right?

She picked up a plate and tapped it lightly twice with her fingers, but the sound was nothing special.

"Mrs. Sheng, this set of dishes is high-grade blue and white porcelain, which is very valuable for collection. You should be careful when using it. By the way, this is a certificate." The uncle handed her a certificate.

Gu Xintong took the certificate and looked at it, suddenly she was speechless.

Although the set of bowls she had last night was of poor quality and might affect her health if used for a long time, but he didn't have to buy such expensive ones, did he?How could this make her free to use it in the future?

But after thinking about it, the bowls in the Sheng family's old house are made of jade, and the cups are made of crystal. Based on the consumption philosophy of the Sheng family, these bowls costing tens of thousands of dollars a set are nothing to them.

Forget it, forget it.

After seeing off the uncle, Gu Xintong was just about to take the bowl to the kitchen to wash it, when the doorbell rang again.

It's still the delivery man in overalls, but this time the delivery is a dishwasher.

Gu Xintong looked at the tens of thousands of blue and white porcelain bowls at her feet, then at the dishwasher at the uncle's feet, and asked with a little embarrassment, "Um... can I return the dishwasher?"