Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

What is the biggest lie in the world?

Song Yu said, "Can Lu Zhenqi be my fiancée?"

Lu Zhenqi said, "Not good."

But even if it was a lie, Zhenqi forced herself to continue, "Big—Mr. Song, I don't deserve to be with you. I have someone I like, and that person is not you. I'm only with you for your money. So Mr. Song is really Mr. Wen who can be with you, he has paid so much for you, you can't let her down." When Zhen Qijiao said these words to herself, her heart didn't hurt, it was just very empty, that kind of feeling of shattered hopes hollow.

So the hand holding Zhen Qi was gradually loosened, he lowered his eyebrows, Zhen Qi couldn't see his expression, but his shoulders trembled slightly.

She must be very angry. Zhenqi felt that her answer like this was enough to drive her mad. Be angry. It would be best to slap herself hard, so that she might feel better in her heart.

However, Song Yu didn't hit her, but just looked at him with such desperate and angry eyes. Zhen Qi stared blankly at Song Yu, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes, "I really don't like you."

The corner of Song Yu's mouth raised a smile, that kind of smile made Zhen Qi feel very painful, and finally she said slowly: "Go away."

Zhen Qi was very obedient this time, and the obedient person walked off the podium under everyone's surprised eyes, and then got out of Song Yu's sight.

Zhenqi stood at the door of Hilton, looking at the busy street, he suddenly felt that he was very lonely, and now he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

Lu Zhenqi, you have to be strong, this is the path you choose, you can't cry.Zhenqi kept telling herself, but she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, drop by drop was like beads with a broken thread.

In the auditorium, Wen Muya's voice began to come, but Zhenqi could only hear Song Yu's name, and she didn't want to hear the others.Don't want to listen.

Time to go, Jenny told herself.

On this day, Zhenqi walked aimlessly on the street like a ghost. At night, the red wine and green streets are full of romantic atmosphere. On the LCD screen in a square, a love song is played non-stop. Uncle, look, today’s Binhai is so romantic, the whole city is blessing you, you see how happy you are, Zhenqi feels her eyes hurt when she looks at the small words on the screen, ——Zhu, Mr. Song Yu and Wen Mu Ms. Ya has been in love for a hundred years. You see, everyone in the world knows that she is your wife, and from tomorrow onwards, I will be the mistress that everyone despises. It's great.

The smell of bread wafted in the wind, Zhenqi stood stupidly at the door of the bakery, she remembered a long time ago in the morning, Ah Chun made egg-flavored toast and polenta for herself, and she stuffed the bread in big mouthfuls, while Song Yu Que kept taking pictures of himself with a camera. He said he wanted to record how he was wolfing down, and then told their children—you look like your mother, isn’t it ugly?

Song Yu said that Lu Zhenqi, you eat bread like a little squirrel, looking at him, his heart softened, and all the pain disappeared.

Zhenqi walked into the bakery and bought a small package of egg-flavored toast. The book said that food can relieve sadness. Zhenqi hoped that the book would be more reliable this time, so that he would not be so sad.

Zhenqi took the bread in a trance, paid for it, and even forgot to take the change.The clerk said kindly, "Miss, I need your money."

Zhenqi suddenly took the money and thanked her repeatedly.

In the icy night wind, Zhenqi walked down the street holding egg-flavored toast, chomping on it regardless of her image.

The bread was fluffy, much tastier than Ah Chun's.

Is the wind getting worse? Zhenqi clumsily turned up her coat collar and walked slowly on the street. The corners of her mouth were covered with bread crumbs. She didn't wipe it off and gnawed on the bread like a fool.

Passing by a video store and hearing the sound of a song, Zhenqi covered her face and squatted on the ground crying unpreparedly, holding half a bag of egg-flavored toast in her hand.The hands were numb by the cold wind, and the tears were cold.

Go to a bar alone to drink, play a big adventure with a large group of strange men and women, stand in the center of the bar stage, take off your coat, put on a charming pose, and dance face to face with a lesbian in your arms.There were constant calls coming in from the mobile phone. Zhenqi couldn't see the number clearly and yelled at the phone: I'm dead!

Outside the bar door, a man was kneeling on the ground with flowers in both hands to propose to a woman. Like a lunatic, Zhenqi rushed over to snatch the flowers and threw them on the ground, stomping her feet vigorously, and had an inexplicable fight with the woman.

Drunk, she stood in the middle of the square and sang along to the big screen, crying and singing, like howling ghosts and wolves, singing over and over again, and everyone saw her sad appearance.

Enough madness, enough trouble, it's time to go home.

Zhen Qi walked back numbly, then flagged a taxi, reported the address, leaned on the seat with a splitting headache, and her phone vibrated like crazy.

"Miss, you have a phone." The driver kindly reminded.

Zhen Qi stared at the screen, and it took a long time to see clearly that it was Song Yu's call. Zhen Qi had already deleted his number, but she would never forget that string of numbers for the rest of her life.

"Master, you pick it up for me, just say that I lost my phone, and you found this phone." Zhenqi handed the phone to the driver.

The driver hesitated, but still answered the phone and said, "Hey, I picked up the phone, you made a mistake." The driver hung up the phone and handed it to Zhenqi.

Jenny took the phone and turned it off immediately.

Although very childish, but now she can only use this method to sever contact with Song Yu, but she forgot that she still lives in Song Yu's house.

"Don't turn off the phone, he sounded very anxious, and asked me to see a thin and thin woman near the place where I picked up the phone." The driver said.

Zhenqi looked out the car window and smiled softly, "I owe him a lot of money, and what he cares about is money."

The driver looked at the woman in the back seat, she looked very pure, but her eyes were full of sadness. He had seen such women a lot, and everyone had their own stories, so he couldn't do anything but sigh.

At the gate of the complex, Zhenqi got out of the car staggeringly, paid the fare, and walked into the community. She didn't see the road under her feet clearly, slipped and fell, and looked down. It was a banana peel, and her knee hurt so much Time couldn't stand up, and finally Zhenqi hugged a nearby tree, crying uncomfortably.While crying, I said to myself in my heart, this is the last time, and I will never cry for this virtue again.

Just when Zhenqi was so sad that she couldn't help herself, a strong hand suddenly hugged her from behind Zhenqi, and then one hand wrapped around Zhenqi's back, and the other hand stretched out on her legs, hugging her by the waist. Picking up her, hugging her soft and thick, familiar fragrance, Zhenqi wiped her tears with the back of her hand that was as cold as a hard steamed bun, kicked her legs, beat him with her hands, and grabbed him.

Zhenqi screamed heart-piercingly: "Let go of me, you go away, stay away from me..."

She knew that the person behind him was Song Yu, he told him to get out, and he had already got out, what was he going to do.

"Zhenqi..." Song Yu called out her name in a doting tone, and immediately lowered his face to kiss her, a kiss that was relentless, lingering and domineering, and Zhenqi's world was filled with brilliance in an instant while he Song Yu appeared like a ray of light, boundless, illuminating the world——and even more so, illuminating the darkness in Zhen Qi's heart. Zhen Qi was easily conquered by his kisses, and turned to fight back against him with even more intense kisses. Puzzled by herself, Zhen Qi bit his lip hard, and a faint blood spread out.

Finally Jane stopped punishing his lips, stroked his lips, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Yu was thoughtful, and said in retrospect, "Have you eaten egg-flavored toast?" He wiped the remaining bread crumbs on Zhenqi's chin with his thumb.

"Well, it's more delicious than Ah Chun's." Zhen Qi pursed her mouth, she was about to cry when she spoke, and Song Yu still hugged her like that, standing under the streetlight, not afraid of being seen by the residents in the community.

"I've failed my studies, so you don't even leave me something to eat." Song Yu said, carrying Zhen Qi to the elevator entrance.

Zhenqi took out half a bag of egg-flavored toast from her coat pocket, which had been kneaded into balls, and showed it to him. The strange appearance of the bread made Zhenqi grin at him.

Song Yu lowered his head and kissed Zhen Qi's forehead lightly: "Laugh and cry, little fool, open it and feed me, I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Why haven't you eaten yet, have you been abused?" Zhenqi asked.

"A certain person went to a bar to drink wildly and refused to answer my phone call, saying he was dead, so I hurriedly drove around looking for you, bar after bar, but I didn't see you, so I had to wait downstairs. I am not far from you In the car, I see that you are crying unreasonably." Song Yu took a bite of the hard egg-flavored toast.

"Then have you been molested by many women?" Zhen Qi raised his chin and asked while blinking.

"Yes, right now there is a drunken woman who is holding my chin and staring at me like a nympho." Song Yu pinched Zhen Qi's face and said.

"Uncle, why did you appear here? Today is you and—" Zhen Qi looked at the red numbers in the elevator and said slowly.

"Lu Zhenqi, I don't want to mention today." Song Yu's complexion changed slightly, and she interrupted Zhenqi's words.

"Uncle, are you not engaged to Wen Muya?" Zhen Qi asked stubbornly.

"Yes." Song Yu replied.

"Why?" Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu incomprehensibly. He was not engaged. What is the effort and sacrifice he made?

"Lu Zhenqi, are you just like me being with her?" Song Yu looked at Zhenqi gloomyly. He knew that what Zhenqi said in the hotel was false, but he didn't know why Zhenqi said that. "Lu Zhenqi, why did you say that today?"

"I hope you are safe." Zhen Qi said slowly, "Wen Muya can protect you, but I cannot."

"Zhen Qi, where did your courage go?" Song Yu said slowly, "Where did that Shao Han who faced you alone go?"

"Uncle, I—" Zhenqi didn't know what to say, and finally she looked at the constantly changing numbers and said, "Carry me up the stairs, and I'll explain it to you as I walk."

"Okay." Song Yu said, carrying me up the stairs.

On Song Yu's back, Zhen Qi is more well-behaved than ever, as if her affection is the most sincere and deepest at this time, because after the twists and turns, he will still park downstairs under him as in the past, waiting for him to come back, and seeing that he is drunk , I hugged myself and walked up the stairs step by step.