Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Zhenqi hesitated in front of the various styles of colorful lace-silk but no lace-silk, and stood in front of the shelf with a blushing face: "Uncle...uncle, I don't know which one to adjust..."

The waiter wearing a red suit smiled and suggested, "Sir, just help your girlfriend choose one."

Zhen Qi pulled Song Yu's hand, feeling ashamed: "Uncle, let's not buy it yet."

Although Song Yu's face was not very good-looking, he still pointed to a set of light pink lace underwear on the shelf: "That's it." After a pause, he coughed and looked at Zhen Qi, "Do you still like it?"

Do you still like it?Zhenqi felt that her face was hot, and she nodded after a long time: "...I like it."

The boyfriend and girlfriend really amused the waiter, asking Jenny amiably, "What's your bra size?"

Zhen Qi looked up at Song Yu, determined to talk about such an embarrassing topic in front of this guy.

Song Yu turned her head silently, almost roaring in her heart, this damn woman, do you want me to talk about this! ?

In fact, Zhenqi was unexpectedly nervous today, and she usually went to the underwear store with Luo Luo and the others, so she was so nervous that she couldn't speak now, and said, "b...b..."

The waiter seemed to understand Zhenqi's embarrassment, and smiled slightly: "Come with me, let's try it out first."

When Song Yu and Zhen Qi came from the underwear store, they both carried big bags and small bags in their hands. Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu very moved, because most of them were bought by Song Yu for her, and the most important ones were expensive ones. to die.

When walking by the music fountain in the square, Song Yu suddenly asked Zhen Qi: "What is that b..."

Song Yu's tone was exceptionally indifferent, as if asking a particularly random question.

Zhenqi's eyes fell on her breasts, and it took a long time before she slowly said, "This is a measure of the size of women's breasts."

"Oh?" Song Yu lightly parted her thin lips, and the words below were obviously extremely obscene, but because of the soft tone, she couldn't hear the slightness,

"From abcdefg to xyz, if you use these letters to represent the size, it should be from small to large. Women, your size is b, and b is the first few letters at the beginning... Lu Zhenqi, is your size so unbearable?"

Speaking of this, Song Yu glanced lightly at Zhenqi, and asked again, "Are you usually full?"

Zhenqi only felt her blood pressure rise, her cheeks were on fire, watching Christmas Eve with her mouth opening and closing, she was too anxious to say a word.

With a smile in his eyes, Song Yu continued, "Could it be that I misunderstood, those letters are sorted from largest to smallest? And your b is considered outstanding?"

Zhenqi bit her lip, and said fiercely: "It's not about the size of 26 letters. Don't pretend to understand if the uncle doesn't understand."

Song Yu replied casually: "What are you in a hurry for? I'm just guessing."

Is there such a guess? Zhen Qi glared at Song Yu. I think the uncle has ulterior motives.

Regarding the specific size of b, Zhenqi didn't know how to describe it clearly to Song Yu, so she thought for a while and said, "Anyway, b is almost above average."

Above average is really a good word, because Song Yu hooked his lips after hearing this: "That's not bad..."

At the bus stop outside the square, Song Yu looked at Zhen Qi: "Go back to your place?"

Zhenqi will be strict when she understands, isn't that obvious, otherwise, I will let you live on the main road. "Go to my place," Jane said.

Song Yu had a spring breeze on his face, looking at Zhen Qi's flushed face: "That's fine..."

That's right, Zhen Qi rolled her eyes. He has never seen such a shameless person who can take advantage of his thick skin like a fish in water in his life.

Song Yu was very close to the people this time, and actually suggested that Zhenqi take the bus to go back.

It was said that there were not many people, but the car stopped and went along the way, and when we arrived at the hotel where Zhenqi was staying, it was already dark outside, and it was still raining.

As soon as she entered the hotel, Zhenqi sat lazily on a chair and watched a TV series she was following recently.

Song Yu stood aside and tidied up his desk, and asked Zhen Qi who was squatting on a chair watching a movie: "Will I live here tonight?"

Zhen Qi didn't answer but just handed the phone to Song Yu: "Many people must not know that you are here, do you want to call?"

After Song Yu cleared the table, he said slowly, "If you want to hit me, hit yourself."

Zhenqi said helplessly: "This is your company."

Song Yu frowned: "But you are the boss's wife." After speaking, Zhen Qi, who was stunned by Song Yu's difficulties, grinned: "Actually, they all know about us. I can't bear the pain of lovesickness, so I came to you .”

Jenny: "..."

Once the explicit topic is discussed, it will not stop easily, no matter what their identities are.

After listening to Song Yu's words, Zhen Qi snorted softly, and then fell silent. The feeling of cat's paws came out again. Zhen Qi pretended to keep her eyes on the video, with a slight redness on her cheeks that couldn't be concealed.

Song Yu suddenly put his hand on Zhenqi's shoulder: "Zhenqi..."

Jenny said "hmm".

Song Yu paused for a long time, and then said, "Go ahead and take a shower."

Marriage between men and women is an instinctive activity of human nature. Because of human self-control and control, this activity of men and women is added with mystery and abstinence.

For such an instinctive thing, even the dullest people will react accordingly due to the influence of hormones.

In the past, Zhen Qi was indeed ignorant of such things, but now she knows what will happen next better than anyone else, who has a skin-to-skin relationship with Soong Yu.

When Zhenqi was taking a bath, Song Yu handed her a set of cotton underwear, which was loosely worn on Zhenqi's body. Because the air conditioner was on, Zhenqi quickly put Song Yu's slippers on the bed.

The beds in this hotel are wider than ordinary ones, but not much wider. Zhenqi suddenly thought, will this bed be enough for a while? When did I become so shameless, I was really ashamed.

"Put the quilt on." Song Yu said to Zhen Qi who had already climbed onto the bed.

Zhen Qi obediently wrapped her quilt tightly again, at this moment Song Yu said again: "I'm going out to buy something."

Zhen Qi really didn't understand what Song Yu was going to buy at this time: "What does Uncle want to buy?"

Song Yu didn't answer, Zhen Qi made a gesture to get up from the bed: "I'm going too."

"Stay peacefully on the bed." Song Yu turned his head and stared at Zhen Qi.

Zhen Qi glanced at Song Yu pitifully, "Then tell me, what are you going to buy at night?"

Song Yu gritted his teeth: "Balloon!"

Jenny: "..."

Zhen Qi really wanted to ask Song Yu what kind of balloons he wanted to buy, but before he could ask, Song Yu opened the door and left. Zhen Qi looked at Song Yu's coat on the sofa and played with her fingers boredly.