Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Zhen Qi was wrapped in the quilt by Song Yu, looking at the face that was close at hand, Zhen Qi tried her best to suppress her tears, she put her arms around Song Yu's neck and whispered softly: "Uncle, between us There may not be a future, but tonight, I think, is worth remembering for the rest of my life."

Song Yu gently caressed Zhen Zhenqi who was pressed under him and wrapped in a quilt, but the lust ignited in her dark eyes gradually faded away.

Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu and felt bitterness in her heart. The current self is not so much a moth to a flame as a cocoon.

Don't worry about it, I just want tonight. After tonight, this man will no longer belong to me. Zhenqi left everything behind, including the shame, stretched out her arms and put her arms around Song Yu's neck actively, trying her best Tease him.

Song Yu reacted, kissed back the tears in the corners of Zhen Qi's eyes, and then opened the quilt little by little, his palm touching Zhen Qi's skin was like a fleeting moment, and he had a panoramic view of the beautiful spring love.

Zhenqi hugged his neck tightly and called him "uncle"

I am yours and you are my only man.

Zhenqi, I will not leave you, I can only love you.

The phone on the bedside rang, it was a text message from Zhen Qi, and Zhen Qi's hand happened to touch the phone in a panic, and she vaguely saw that it was from Wen Muya: Is he with you?

Song Yu randomly grabbed Zhen Qi's cell phone and threw it on the carpet.

"Uncle, what should I do, what should we do." Zhen Qi cried under Song Yu's body like a child.

"Don't pay attention to anyone, you only belong to me." Song Yu whispered in her ear, then bit Zhenqi's earlobe and said, the hot breath made Zhenqi lose her consciousness and disappeared.

"I only belong to you." Zhen Qi murmured softly. The severe pain under her body seemed to tear her whole body apart. Zhen Qi grabbed the leaflet, and tears rolled down her face.

No matter, even if Song Yu holds an engagement ceremony the day after tomorrow, he will stay in his bed tonight.Shame, rationality, and reserve are all gone. At this moment, Zhenqi is extremely depressed, and she falls in love with her.

In the end, Song Yu buried her head in Zhenqi's arms, and then fell into a deep sleep with Zhenqi in her arms.

The night outside the window had better be dark forever, Zhenqi selfishly begged the sky the moment she closed her eyes, that there would be no more dawn.

The surroundings were pitch black, and Zhenqi heard someone calling her name, the sounds were so familiar, but far away.

"Lu Zhenqi, wake me up.

It's the uncle. Zhen Qi opened her eyes and found that she was lying on the back seat of the car with her hands tied, and Song Yu was sitting beside her. The car was shaking due to the dim light in the car, and the face of the man driving the car could not be seen clearly. "Uncle, what happened, why are we tied here?" Zhen Qi struggled, trying to escape the rope that restrained herself.

However, Song Yu didn't look at herself, and just said indifferently: "All things have nothing to do with her, let her go and solve the problem in a man's way."

Zhenqi shook her head vigorously. No matter what happened, she couldn't let him face it alone. Zhenqi yelled: "No! You promised me that you would take me with you wherever you go, even if you were going to die, you would take me with you."

"Fool, I'm not going to die, we're not going to die—" Song Yu lovingly stroked Zhen Qi's cheek, then the car stopped, the door opened, and Zhen Qi was let out just like that.

The car sped away and drove along a fork beside the road into a narrow road full of tall weeds on both sides. Only then did Zhenqi realize that she hadn't even written down the license plate.

Holding the mobile phone to call the police, he pressed the alarm number more than ten times in a row, but he pressed the wrong number. No matter how he dialed, he couldn't get through the alarm call.

Just at that moment, a giant motorcycle was approaching. Zhenqi hurriedly stopped and got on the motorcycle. Zhenqi, who had never ridden such a wild motorcycle, ran towards the narrow road with weeds at high speed.The weeds on both sides were enough to cover a person's height. Zhen Qi searched for the car along the road. In the wilderness, she called Song Yu's name while searching.

Uncle, where were you taken and why did you let me go? I would rather be tied up in the car and face the dangers of life and death with you.Zhenqi walked, shouted, and cried with tears streaming down her face.

Then she saw the car abandoned by the side of the road. There was no one in the car. Not far away, Song Yu was lying silently in the grass, and the murderer whose face could not be seen was sitting beside him smoking a cigarette.

Zhen Qi burst into tears as if she was going crazy, and rushed up, holding Song Yu in her arms: "Don't die, uncle, I'll take you to the hospital before it's too late, I'll definitely have it in time, I'm Zhen Qi, I'm here to save you... ..."

"Zhenqi, wake up, why did you fall asleep and cry?" It was Song Yu's voice, and his face felt the warmth of his palm.

"Uncle," Zhen Qi replied in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Yu very close to her, holding her face in both hands, and the bedside lamp was brightly lit. It turned out that she just did it. A terrible nightmare.

Zhen Qi woke up from such a terrible and uncomfortable dream, and found herself lying in Song Yu's arms, and she could look into his eyes as soon as she opened her eyes. It's really good, but luckily it was just a dream.

"I'm having a nightmare, idiot, I'm really crying." Song Yu hugged Zhen Qi in his arms with heartache, pretending to be worried and said, "It's really a little thing that makes me worry."

Zhenqi recalled that dream, the deep horror and despair were so real and compelling, so she remembered the words that Song's mother and Wen Muya had said to herself, and Zhenqi felt great worries in her heart.

Uncle, I don't have the ability to protect you, but I can't just stand by and see you in danger. Zhen Qi hugged Song Yu tightly, listening to his heartbeat, her frightened heart gradually calmed down.

"I dreamed that a bad person wanted to kill you. He killed you. It was terrible." Zhenqi said slowly after a long time, but as soon as the dream was mentioned, her mood that had just calmed down began to fluctuate again.

"Fool, how could I die? We're not dead, it's just a dream." Song Yu scratched Zhen Qi's nose.

But right after Song Yu finished speaking, Zhen Qi turned pale. This sentence was the same as what she said in her dream.

"Uncle, if there is any danger, you must remember to take me with you." Zhen Qi said seriously.

Song Yu looked into Zhen Qi's clear eyes and smiled, "Take you? Is it because you wake up and stretch every morning and call out that I am Little Superman?"

Zhenqi was amused by him. He still remembered that every morning before getting up, he would lazily stretch his waist, stretch his arms straight above his head, and shout: "I am Little Superman."

"Uncle, let me hug you, like you hugged me in those nights before." Zhen Qi stretched out her arms and looked at Song Yu.

Song Yu smiled softly, got into Zhen Qi's arms, then leaned on Zhen Qi's arm, and kissed her collarbone.

"Fool, you are talking in your sleep. You say, uncle, is it too late, is it too late, I will pat your head and say it is too late, don't worry."