Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Zhen Qi was sitting next to Song Yu, and the air began to be filled with the pattering spring rain.Looking at the city covered by rain and fog outside the window, Zhenqi spoke slowly.

"Uncle, is it okay for you to chase it out like this?"

She spoke very slowly, because Zhen Qi was afraid that her heart would hurt if she spoke too fast. This was a pain she Yu Song Yu could not mention, but she had to mention it.

Song Yu didn't answer Ji Zhenqi's question, but my hand on the steering wheel began to turn white due to excessive force.

Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu's tightly pursed lips, sighed softly, and then looked out the window. It was already very capricious for him to chase him out so recklessly.The consequences of such willfulness can be seen from Song Yu's non-stop ringing phone Zhenqi, it is very serious.

But soon Zhenqi didn't hear the phone ringing, and when he looked back, Song Yu had already thrown Song Yu on the bridge.

"They should be calling you at this time because there is something urgent." Zhen Qi said in a low voice. At the press conference, she left the bride-to-be aside and ran out. We all know who made those calls and what they wanted to say.

"I don't care what will happen in the future, but I know what will happen after I leave you. Lu Zhenqi and those people wouldn't die without me, but I can't even breathe without you."

Zhen Qi's heart was instantly pricked like a needle. Looking at Song Yu's profile, Zhen Qi's lips trembled slightly. It turned out that they were the same, and they could not even breathe without each other.

"Uncle." Zhen Qi gently held Song Yu's hand, tears were brewing in her eyes and ready to break the embankment at any time, "I'm sorry that I have been your trouble."

Song Yu didn't answer, the car turned a corner and got off the elevated road, gradually heading towards the urban area.

Zhen Qi thought that Song Yu was angry, but just before a traffic light, taking advantage of the red light, Song Yu hugged Zhen Qi in his arms, and gently pinched his smile on the corner of his mouth, which was extremely warm: " Even a burden is a sweet burden."

When the red light became red, Zhen Qi watched Song Yu return to normal, Zhen Qi's heart suddenly shrank a few times, this man will no longer belong to her very soon, he also has his career, his family, and His fiancée, thinking of this, a burst of pain hit, Zhenqi clutched her chest like a choking fish and breathed hard.

"Lu Zhenqi, I will accompany you, trust me."

Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu's handsome face, her tears were about to fall but she held back her tears firmly, how can I believe you if you are going to be engaged to someone else - but Zhen Qi didn't say this, Zhen Qi didn't want to be with Song Yu again Yu quarreled, just like what she said to Liu Ziye, she and Song Yu had already seen each other less, so why let unnecessary quarrels kill the good time they had only one month left.

The car drove past Song Jing's building, and a group of overtime employees were coming out of it, and there happened to be a girl named Lin Qian inside.

"Do you know that there is a girl named Lin Qian in your company?" Zhen Qi asked looking at the group of happy girls.

"I don't know what's wrong?"

"She likes you very much. She used to be a cashier in a supermarket, but later she came to your company to meet you." Zhenqi smiled faintly.

"I'll let Song Jiyao handle it." Song Yu frowned.

"Are you arranging to meet her?" Zhen Qi asked, tilting her head.

"What do you think?" Song Yu rubbed Zhen Qi's hair. |

"I can't guess, your thoughts are always reasonable and unexpected." Zhen Qi shook her head and pecked his face.

A girl like Lin Qian is young, beautiful and proactive. How many men can reject such a girl. If Zhen Qi wants to change herself to be a man, will she refuse?But she has absolute trust in Song Yu, he has no other women in his eyes, he is a cold and reserved man.

The spring rain is drizzling, the roads are empty, there is no traffic jam in the urban area, no crowds, all the cars are in order, Song Yu's car is driving all the way on the road, and the cars around him pass by, time is passing by little by little ,

One month, only one month.It turns out that forever is actually a month, Zhenqi sniffed gently, how will I spend the next month by myself.

Zhen Qi turned her palms and intertwined with Song Yu's ten fingers. They were all silent. For some reason, on such a quiet and bright pure day and evening, the sky was so blue that there was tenderness and sweetness, but Zhen Qi listened to it and was afraid of looking forward to it. At one glance, I will shed tears.

When the car passed an intersection, Zhenqi saw an old woman sitting by the side of the road, wearing a thick padded jacket and a coarse scarf, guarding the side of the road.A small red bucket filled with daisies of various colors, white, yellow, pink, purple, tough little flowers, swaying in the wind.

In the distance, someone sang the part of Zaoluopao in the Kunqu Opera "The Peony Pavilion": It turns out that there are so many colorful flowers, but like this, they are all ruined.What a beautiful day on a good day, who's house is a place to enjoy.

Time, at such a crossroad, the beauty is so beautiful that it shocked the world of fireworks.

In a trance, Zhenqi suddenly had an idea, when she was old, who would be by her side, but after thinking about it, she sighed deeply, no matter who it was, it would not be Song Yu, Mrs. Song finally After all, it's not her. The only thing that can guard her when she grows old is memory and loneliness.

Unknowingly, tears still fell, thinking about a relationship, I can't control it when it comes, and I can't do anything when the money goes away.

Song Yu parked the car at the temporary parking spot, then gently wiped away Zhen Qi's tears: "Sit down and wait for me obediently."

Jane Qi pulled his clothes and said, "I want to go with you."

Song Yu looked at Zhen Qi's reddish nose and nodded, before getting out of the car, he covered Zhen Qi's head with his clothes.

Zhenqi squatted in front of the old woman, stroking bunches of daisies, which color to choose, I like every color, it is really hard to choose, the fragrance of daisies in the air.

The old lady was kind-hearted, thin but healthy, her teeth were almost gone, and said with a smile: "Little girl, daisies are also called longevity chrysanthemums, happiness chrysanthemums, I have sold daisies for more than ten years, the girl who bought daisies, will be happy."

Everyone will be happy, right? Zhen Qi looked up at Song Yu, and suddenly, tears flowed down her cheeks. How many times did she cry? Sweet, sour, tears with different flavors.

"Mother-in-law, it's so cold. There are many cars coming and going here, and your body is also tight." Zhen Qi involuntarily shook her mother-in-law's hand. The warm hand reminded Ms. Du's hand of a long time ago. It was rough but warm.

Song Yu bent over and squatted down like Zhen Qi, and said, "If you like it, you can buy it."

Zhenqi nodded and said, "Okay, I bought all of them, and mother-in-law can go home and rest."

The mother-in-law smiled and said: "My wife planted these daisies more than ten years ago. There is a large area in the countryside. My son and daughter-in-law want me to live in the city. I can't let go of these flowers. My wife is gone, so I will leave them to me." Flowers, he always said Changshouju Changshouju. If you really like it, I will give it to you. Flowers are given to those who really like it."

Zhenqi accepted the large bouquet of daisies in five colors, and hugged her in her arms. Her mother-in-law refused to accept the money. Song Yu insisted on paying, hugged her, and said, "Longevity daisy, my little idiot wants to live a long life!" Hundred years old."

There was a cart selling skewers of incense on the side of the road. Zhenqi walked over and asked, "Boss, how much is a skewer?"

"Vegetarian ones cost one yuan, and meat ones cost two yuan." The boss said with his face flushed from the cold.

"Okay, five skewers of meat and five skewers of vegetarian ones." Zhenqi said boldly, looking like a rich man.

Song Yu held the wallet with several thick layers of various credit cards, shrugged at her and said, "I don't have any cash, so I can't treat you to dinner."

He has never eaten this kind of snacks from street stalls since he was a child. He is a rich man, and there is no place he goes in or out that does not accept credit cards.

"Then I'll buy it myself, I have money." Zhenqi took out a wrinkled 20 yuan from her pocket and paid it to the boss, holding a box of skewers, and happily ate.

"Is it so delicious?" Song Yu looked at the surrounding environment. How could this turtle who pays attention to the quality of life eat the food sold in the dusty stall.

Zhenqi was hungry, so she just ate, and said: "It's delicious. The really delicious food is in the place that you think is dirty. I am born with the stomach of a child from a poor family. I am not used to eating abalone wings. Belly, the more you eat like this, the more delicious it will be." After finishing counting, Zhenqi fell silent.Looking at the skewers in her hand, Zhen Qi suddenly remembered the Mala Tang she had invited him to eat a long time ago. It was obviously not long, but now Zhen Qi thought it was a lifetime.

Yes, without Song Yu's own life, there would be no life.

Song Yu looked at the silent Zhen Qi and her heart trembled violently.

"Come on, let me taste a little too." He picked up a bunch and smiled at Zhenqi with a wink.

Zhen Qi's mouth opened, watching Song Yu stuff the string of mutton into his mouth, he really ate it.

"It tastes good," he said.

"Uncle, you don't need it." Zhen Qi whispered, "You are not fit to eat these at all."

"Then I'll try to get used to it." Song Yu patted Zhen Qi's hair, "To help you get used to it."

After Song Yu finished speaking, she looked at the intersection in the distance and took a deep breath: "Jenqi, let's go, it's raining heavily."

Then Zhenqi followed Song Yu, holding a large bouquet of daisies and a lunch box, like a little fool, cheerfully following him into the car.

A man like Song Yu always does a lot of surprising things. Zhenqi knows how a man with such a cleanliness obsession struggles to eat that skewer of mutton. Similarly, how he protects himself and protects himself. With his family and his company, such a man is very tired and has a lot of burdens, but such a man will not belong to him soon, very soon.

Sitting in the car, Zhenqi looked at her mother-in-law who was tidying up the small bench and red bucket. The daisies in her arms seemed to be not just the flowers themselves, but love and waiting.

Yes, waiting, in the future lonely life, I can only wait, Zhen Qi hugs the flowers in her arms tightly.Tears dripped on the petals, crystal clear.