Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Zhen Qi hesitated for a while, and flatteredly passed the hair dryer to Song Yu. The outlet was at the head of the bed, and Song Yu sat down on the edge of the bed. As for Zhen Qi, she moved a stool and sat in front of Song Yu.

After Zhenqi sat down, Song Yu picked up a strand of Zhenqi's wet hair with his left hand, and put the blower against the wet hair with his right hand.

The warm hot wind was blowing on Zhenqi's head, Zhenqi sighed comfortably, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, half-closed her eyes, she looked like a lazy cat.

Song Yu was a bit of a novice at first, but later she became proficient. Zhenqi, who was serving her, was very satisfied, so she began to flatter her: "Uncle, you are so kind."

Song Yu smiled and said nothing.

Zhenqi is a typical pushover. Although she was satisfied, she still made a suggestion: "Uncle, I have curly hair now. When you blow it, you should curl my hair."

Such a warm scene made He Zhenqi feel that the two of them had returned to the happiest moment four years ago. Zhao Xiao called Song Yu "Uncle" very naturally, so naturally that he didn't realize it.

Song Yu rolled a handful of soft thin rolls on his fingertips, and said "hmm" in a good mood, "Is this how you do it?"

Zhenqi looked at the big mirror on the closet in front of her, nodded her head: "Yes, that's it."

Song Yu hooked his lower lip: "I see."

Dinner is directly at the restaurant attached to the hotel, in the form of a farmhouse. Song Yu and five important people, together with Zhenqi and the girl, ordered a table full of dishes in the VIP room, and Zhenqi ate dinner Quite a few, plus the man who was having an affair with the director's daughter was naturally good at creating atmosphere, and the atmosphere of the dinner was also very pleasant. The dirty jokes were told again and again, and when it came to the funny part, Zhen Qi also grinned, and then met Song Yu's eyes that drifted over , and quickly closed his mouth again.

Regarding Song Yu's aloof attitude, Zhen Qi could only sigh, a man who doesn't understand the style, he doesn't understand even the vulgarity.

After dinner, everyone went back to the hotel room. Zhenqi washed up early and climbed into bed to cover the quilt to watch TV. When she was grinning at a comedy movie, the doorbell rang again.

Thinking of what Song Yu had taught her before, Zhen Qi cleared her throat: "Who is it?"

"I."

Zhenqi rolled her eyes: "Who am I?"

There was silence outside the door, and then came Song Yu's slightly gnashing of teeth voice: "Song Yu."

When Zhenqi opened the door, she raised a big smile and said deliberately: "So it's uncle."

"Donkeys can be taught." Song Yu held a towel in his hand, "My shower over there is broken."

Zhen Qi raised her eyebrows lightly: "Do you want to ask the boss to come up and take a look?"

"No need." Song Yu looked dignified, and looked at the bathroom in Zhenqi's room: "Just use yours."

When Song Yu came out of the shower, Zhen Qi was laughing at the sitcom in the film until she burst into tears.

"Stupid." Song Yu came out of the bathroom. He changed into a set of clean clothes, which consisted of a white V-neck pure cotton tight short-sleeved sleeves and dark casual trousers of the same material. It looks extraordinarily tall and straight, and the facial features are also more distinct under the bright light.

Zhen Qi glanced at Song Yu and curled her lips.

Song Yu walked towards Zhen Qi with long legs while wiping her hair. The shadow became more and more oppressive. Zhen Qi still turned around and looked at Song Yu: "I'll borrow a hair dryer for you."

Song Yu shook his head: "Just wipe it off."

Song Yu said that her hair was of the capable type, and Zhen Qi felt that Song Yu and Song Jiyao became shameless after being together for a long time. Isn't it just a crew cut with jelly water, what a shame.

However, short hair has the advantage of short hair. Unlike my curly hair, which needs to be blow-dried, it is indeed just a matter of wiping it with a towel.

Watching Song Yu's movement of wiping her hair, Zhen Qi suddenly remembered Gu Yiming's flat hair. He said that there was no need to wash his hair at all, as long as he wiped the bald gourd while washing his face every day. After thinking about it, Zhen Qi pulled up again. mouth.

After wiping her hair, Song Yu walked to the head of the bed: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhenqi shook her head: "It's nothing."

Song Yu snorted dissatisfiedly, then naturally sat down beside Zhen Qi's bed, and grabbed her remote control: "I don't like watching this."

Zhen Qi stretched out her hand to snatch it from Song Yu's hand, but Song Yuran childishly raised her hand high, with a proud expression that you can't snatch it from.

Zhenqi was in a hurry: "Why did uncle steal my TV? Don't you have a TV?"

Song Yu put away the expression on his face: "It's broken too..."

"It's really unlucky for you. The disheveled hair can't be used, and the TV is also broken." After a pause, Zhenqi stared at Song Yu, and said sarcastically, "I guess it's because your RP is not working, uncle."

Song Yu didn't understand what RP meant, so he nodded his head lightly, "Maybe." After speaking, he put his two long legs directly on Zhen Qi's bed, and then pulled the quilt towards him casually.

Zhenqi pulled back the quilt angrily.

Then Song Yu pulled the quilt to his side again, and said coolly, "I'm cold."

Although it is already spring, it is still warm and cold, especially in the mountainous area, the cold wind is howling outside, and the night wind beats the windows desperately, making the windows crackle.

Zhen Qi pulled the quilt slightly towards Song Yu, and then reluctantly said: "It took me a long time to warm this quilt..."

Song Yu smiled lightly, and then moved towards Zhen Qi: "It won't be cold if you get closer."

Song Yu's words were like a cloud of hot air suddenly spraying around her ears, making Zhenqi's ears turn red suddenly, and the cat's paws kept scratching and scratching in her heart. I didn't have this kind of emotion when we were together before. Jenny stared at the TV in disbelief.

Then Song Yu directly glanced at it with his long hand, took Zhen Qi into his arms, and held the remote control with the other free hand, and began to change the channel in a hurry, until Zhen Qi glared at Song Yu with dissatisfaction : "Uncle, don't you want to watch it?" After a while, he softened his tone, "What do you want to see?"

Song Yu hugged Zhen Qi tighter, and finally stopped on a movie channel of a local station: "This one should be pretty good."

Zhenqi looked up and saw that it was a Hong Kong movie about a happy ghost.

Zhenqi has the shadow of watching horror movies, so regardless of whether she is a happy ghost or a hanged ghost, she protested angrily: "No, I don't want to watch this."

Song Yu patted her on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, and it's just a funny movie."

The same is true for Sun Xiaofei's definition of horror films: "It's actually just a literary film."

Compared to Wang Xiaofei's unreliable, Song Yuding's funny movies are relatively reliable.

Happy Ghost is indeed a funny movie, the dialogue is funny and the plot is interesting. In short, Zhenqi watched it with a grin, but as a ghost movie, of course there are scary scenes in it, such as shaking the pot that emits white smoke, Seeing such a scene, Zhen Qi immediately covered her eyes and skipped it, and when the scary scene passed, Song Yu, who was next to her, reminded her: "Okay, you can watch it."