Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Zhenqi really wanted Ah Chun to answer herself, she would never do this again.

But who knows, Ah Chun just asked Zhen Qi in a daze, "Madam, what are you talking about, what's wrong with Mr. Song?"

Zhen Qi felt bad for a moment, "Have you cooked food for my uncle to send to school?" Zhen Qi didn't want to believe it, because Song Yu kept saying that it was you, Ah Chun, who made it.

"No, ma'am, do you want to eat the food I cooked? I'll give it to you right now." Ah Chun said sensiblely.

"No, no." Zhen Qi hurriedly stopped Ah Chun. She didn't want to let her classmates know that she was already a "wife". Zhen Qi felt that things were not as simple as she thought, so she asked, "Ah Chun these days?" Do you know what Uncle Tian is doing?"

"I don't know." Ah Chun answered unequivocally, "Mr. Song moved back to his house after you went to school, and now I am alone at home."

Zhen Qi didn't know what else she said to Ah Chun, but after hanging up the phone, she was completely dumbfounded, and sat in her seat blankly, her breakfast was not made by Ah Chun, she was really stupid , How could Ah Chun's food be so unpalatable?Zhen Qi patted herself on the head, and Song Yu must have cooked breakfast for herself.

He must have been worried that he was snoozing, and then he went to class hungry and sent him breakfast to school, but he said that to him, and Zhenqi began to regret herself endlessly, and then silently took out her own phone.

It's useless to call Song Yu, the uncle will never answer his call when he is angry now, the only one who can help him now is Song Jiyao.

"Song Jiyao, do you think I'm a special person?" Zhen Qi asked feebly the moment the phone was connected.

"Yes, not people."

Zhen Qi was stunned for a moment, if she didn't bring such a thing, Song Jiyao would tell herself that it was not her fault, then comfort herself, and promise to help herself and Song Yu to clarify, could it be that her dialing method was wrong, Zhen Qi took the phone In front of him - it was Song Jiyao, that's right.

"Lu Zhenqi, I'm not talking about you. What you did this time is very wrong. I want to criticize you seriously. How can you treat my brother like this?"

It's over, Song Jiyao's nagging mode started, Zhen Qi sniffed and endured it hard, and it was only when Song Jiyao finally finished nagging that Zhen Qi dared to speak slowly, "How is uncle?"

"What do you say?"

This kid lost his temper, and since he wanted more from others, Zhen Qi endured it, "If I knew it, I wouldn't need to ask you, just show me mercy and tell me."

"It's not good." Song Jiyao said, "When I entered the company, I was like a refrigerator. Whoever I caught scolded whoever I was scolding. Three girls have already been scolded by him, and I, Gan Gang, have also been scolded by him. Now I am training Shanshan. "

"I'm sorry." Zhenqi said apologetically, "It's all my fault, next time I'll treat you to something delicious.":

"Forget it." Song Jiyao interrupted Zhen Qi, "As long as you don't make him angry, we will be thankful. He just scolded me that I was busy and didn't answer your call. You should go to him first. "

"Okay, I'll hit it now," Zhenqi said.

Song Jiyao hung up the phone, then looked at Song Yu who was sitting on the chair with an angry face and smiled.

"Tell me, who scolded you." Song Yu said coldly.

Song Jiyao shuddered all over, and smiled, "I was just exaggerating the atmosphere, besides, you were scolding me just now."

"That's because you did something wrong." Song Yu gave him a cold look and hesitated before speaking, "What's wrong with her?"

"Who?" Song Jiyao asked, looked at Song Yu's dark face, and smiled, "You said Lu Zhenqi, now he regretted it to death, and cried for me on the phone with snot and tears, You kept telling me I was wrong, and I want to apologize to you."

Song Yu rubbed her temples, and then waved Song Jiyao out. Although Song Jiyao's loss was a bit exaggerated, Song Yu still knew that Lu Zhenqi should know the truth now, no wonder it was probably indispensable.

"Brother, you are really not only calling Zhenqi." Song Jiyao stuck his head out from the crack of the door and looked at Song Yu.

"Get out." Song Yu picked up the folder at hand and threw it at Song Jiyao's head.

"It will only be fierce to me." Song Jiyao retracted his head, looked at the documents dropped by the door, shrugged his shoulders, turned and left.

After Song Jiyao left, Song Yu took out his mobile phone from the drawer. Looking at the missed calls on it, Song Yu had a victorious smile on his face, but when he looked at the text message, he felt bad.What is—are you here?

Lu Zhenqi, are you a pig?Your Chinese teacher taught you to send text messages like this.

Just when Song Yu was about to call Lu Zhenqi, his own phone rang, and it was Lu Zhenqi who called.

"Lu Zhenqi, if you dare to ask me if I'm here, don't go home this weekend and study Chinese well at school."

Listening to the roar on the phone, Zhenqi's little heart trembled violently, and then said cautiously, "Uncle, I don't want to ask if you are here, I just want to say sorry to you, I went too far this morning."

"It's okay, I'll treat it as your special period these days."

What is the reason? The corner of Zhenqi's mouth trembled fiercely, "Uncle Ah Chun told me that you didn't go to our house at all, so the food wasn't made by Ah Chun? You made the Japanese style."

"I just gave you what I can't eat, what is there every day."

——What does this mean? Zhenqi swallowed her saliva, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

"Forgive you." Song Yu smiled, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat." Worried that Song Yu would scold her, Zhen Qi lied, and she was going to eat later anyway, Zhen Qi felt no difference.

"After eating, read the book carefully. The law department is different from your previous paintings. You can't live in a mess anymore, you know?" Song Yu said.

"Yes, I see." Zhen Qi replied obediently, and after a few seconds of silence, she slowly spoke to Song Yu, "Uncle, if I don't complete the credits, will I have to study for another four years?"

Song Yu on the phone yawned, looked at the bowl of noodles in fear = Song Jiyao said slowly: "If you can't pass it, of course it will take four years, if you can be admitted to a master's degree, it will take another few years, if you can... ..." Speaking of this, Song Yu sighed softly, "But for you, let's finish the tasks for this semester first."

Zhenqi: "..." After a pause, she asked, "Can I not go to college?"

"No." Song Yu replied seriously, "What can you do if you don't study?"

Although it seemed that this woman would not do anything after studying in college, Song Yu really couldn't find a reason to reject her.