Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

I took a taxi from the airport and went straight to my home.

Along the way, Zhenqi kept telling Du Yueru about the commercials she shot.

Facing Zhen Qi who was even more excited than her chicken blood, Du Yueru just glanced up and down at her indifferently: "Are you sure the one you took is not the one before use?"

Looking at Song Yu, who was smiling in spring and rain on the co-pilot, Zhenqi snorted hard. No wonder she and Song Yu always felt so familiar when they were together. It turned out that he and Du Yueru Women, like women, belong to the class of people who base their happiness on their own pain.

Thinking about her own mother, thinking about the person she likes, Zhenqi felt that God must have covered her curtain and forgot to open it.

"Son, don't listen to what your mother said. When she saw you on TV that time, she was very happy for several days, and she was always like someone else. Her daughter is promising to shoot commercials."

Seeing that there is still true love in the world, Zhenqi looked at the kind-hearted father Zhang, and instantly felt so warm and surging, like an underground worker who had been separated for many years and finally found an organization. Hugging Zhang's father, weeping bitterly and calling for relatives,

When Zhen Qi was immersed in emotion, Du Yueru just gave them both a calm look.So all the words turned into a heartfelt look.

After returning home, Zhenqi immediately walked around, and found that her home was still the same as when she left, nothing had changed, so that the bear on her bed was still the same as when she went to school, but she could see Ms. Du Yueru has already cleaned it.

After visiting her home, Zhenqi sat down on the fake sofa with a big grin, and then looked at Ms. Du Yueru with a silly smile.

"Boss Song is still used to our small family, right?" Du Yueru said to Song Yu who was sitting domineeringly beside Zhen Qi.

"En." Song Yu replied lightly, and then Ms. Du ignored him and walked towards her bedroom.

The sound of Zhang's father chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, and Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu who was squinting, so she moved to his side.

"Uncle, why don't you talk to my mother more?"

"I don't know what to say." Song Yu still squinted his eyes, answering as a matter of course, Zhen Qi's mouth twitched fiercely.

Just when Zhen Qi was about to have some intimate contact with Song Yu, Du Yueru walked out from the bedroom, and then looked at Song Yu and said slowly: "Mr. Song, can we go to the balcony and say a few words?" ?"

"Yes." Song Yu smiled gracefully, then patted Zhen Qi's hand to comfort her, and then followed Du Yueru towards the balcony.

Zhen Qi really wanted to go and see what Ms. Du would say to her future son-in-law, but she was warned back by Du Yueru's eyes before she got up.

If you can't listen to it, then you can only watch it. Zhen Qi looked at the graceful and unreasonable Song Yu leaning on the balcony and called out evildoers.

Compared to Song Yu's calmness, Ms. Du was very excited, but Ms. Du Yueru began to become agitated only after her biological father passed away. Naturally, Zhen Qi would not care about this scene for a few days.

It's just that Zhenqi was very worried that Ms. Du's agitation would arouse Song Yu's disgust. You must know that Song Yu has no patience for menopausal women. She was really afraid that Song Yu would leave Ms. Du alone on the balcony. Then come in alone, that would be terrible, Ms. Du, who has hurt her self-esteem, will definitely not let uncle go, so will they fight.

Thinking of the scene where Ms. Du and Song Yu were fighting, Zhenqi couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body. It was terrible, but what would she do if the two of them fought? After thinking for a long time, Zhenqi came up with a perfect plan. They If you wake up, pretend to be asleep.

In order to improve the effect, Zhenqi decided to make preparations in advance, so she fell asleep on the sofa. In order to achieve a realistic effect, Zhenqi even snored.

Later, the fake show was real, and Zhenqi really fell asleep on the sofa. When she woke up again, there was already a tempting smell of rice in the kitchen.

"Wake up." Song Yu looked at Zhen Qi's clear eyes and smiled slightly.

Zhen Qi looked around, only to find that she was lying on her bed, and Er Song Yu was guarding her side.

"I'm done talking with my mother." Zhenqi wrapped herself in the quilt.

"Yeah." Song Yu got up and shook his clothes: "Dinner will be eaten soon."

"What did I say to you, I think you are very excited." Zhenqi asked with a smile.

"I told you about your shortcomings." Song Yu nodded Zhen Qi's nose, a faint light flashed in his dark eyes.

"What shortcomings." Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu anxiously: "My mother must have framed me a lot."

"She didn't frame you." Song Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhen Qi: "She said you snore a lot when you sleep. It's true, I've verified it."

Ah, the corner of Zhenqi's mouth twitched violently. Could it be that they were discussing their own snoring because they were so excited?

Zhen Qi was very depressed, but seeing the smile on Song Yu's mouth, she suddenly realized that she had been cheated.

Actually lying to herself, Zhen Qi threw herself on Song Yu; "Honestly tell me what my mother told you."

"I've already said it." Song Yu frowned at Zhen Qi, then patted Zhen Qi on the head: "It's time to eat."

Then I made it up and went out.

Looking at Song Yu's back, Zhen Qi stuck out her tongue, then got up from the bed.

When she came to the dining room and looked at the delicious food on the table, Zhenqi's eyes widened instantly.

"Dad Zhang, did you do all these?" Zhenqi asked incredulously.

Seeing Zhenqi's surprised look, Zhang's father felt embarrassed, touched the back of his head and smiled kindly: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Zhen Qi sat on the table excitedly, and Song Yu immediately handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Zhen Qi took the chopsticks and unceremoniously picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It's so delicious." Zhenqi said excitedly: "I thought I would eat the food my mother cooked as soon as I got home.

"The food I cook is so unpalatable." Du Yueru tapped it, and Zhen Qi stretched out the chopsticks for the chicken leg, and then gave the chicken leg to Dad Zhang who was always smiling.

Zhen Qi looked at Du Yueru and glanced at her mouth, the chicken legs were gone, and Father Zhang gave Zhen Qi the chicken legs again.

Seeing the lost and recovered chicken leg, Zhenqi smiled brightly, then she shook the chicken leg to show off to Du Yueru, took a bite, and then pointedly said: "Your food can't be described as bad, because you cook it It's not rice."