Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

What Song Yu said was indeed correct. Song Jiyao, who followed, parked the car on the side of the road, jumped out of the car in a panic, ran over, grabbed Song Yu who was out of control, and said, "Brother, you can't do this. Those reporters will write more unsightly, now the company's situation is finally getting better, you can't do this anymore."

"Shut up! I don't need you to teach me to make decisions, get out." Song Yu said indifferently, shaking Song Jiyao away with his hand.

His hand was injured when he smashed the camera just now, the blood flowed down the back of the palm, Xiao Yi Yijing hid behind Zhen Qi with some fear.

Song Yu turned his face and looked at Zhen Qi.

But just one look, that look, Zhenqi will never forget, such a complicated and sad expression made Zhenqi feel so distressed that she couldn't speak.

For a moment, Zhen Qi wanted to say too much to Song Yu, but she couldn't say a thousand words. In the end, she could only look at Song Yu quietly.

The sycamore tree between them reminded Zhenqi that a long time ago, Song Yu looked at herself like this, and then squeezed a warm smile towards herself. At that time, he said to himself, "Fool, come here and give me a hug." .”

Until now, Zhenqi can still clearly remember Song Yu's hoarse voice at that time, as well as the pair of powerful hands holding her, and the faint smell of blood on them.

She almost forgot about that warm embrace, Zhenqi sniffed her nose lightly, then pulled Yijing and turned around to leave.

"Stop." Song Yu's cold voice came from behind, Zhen Qi's hands trembled, and then she stood there in a daze.

"Is there anything else Mr. Song needs to do?" Zhen Qi didn't turn her head, trying to control her trembling voice.

There was a sound of footsteps behind her, and soon Zhen Qi's hand was grabbed by Song Yu from behind, and she slightly said goodbye to her arms, Zhen Qi met Song Yu's deep eyes.

There was a familiar fragrance in the nose, and Zhenqi's eyes were sour for a while, but soon Zhenqi turned into a lychee and struggled vigorously, but Zhenqi's strength was nothing but making herself more painful. Effect.

Soon Zhenqi Bianzhiya grinned and looked at Shunyan, "Let me go."

It's been a long time since I saw this woman baring her teeth and claws, but Song Yu's mood improved inexplicably, but when he thought of what this woman had done to him, the anger in his heart became uncontrollable, and soon Song Yu's face was full. All darkened.

"You bad uncle, let go of my mother." At this moment, Xiao Yijing found a small stone from somewhere, and threw it at Song Yu's foot.

Yijing's small strength naturally couldn't hurt Song Yu, but those stubborn eyes caught Song Yu's attention.

As soon as Zhen Qi was pushed, Song Yu directly twisted Yi Jing up.

"Bad uncle." Xiao Yijing was twisted in mid-air by Song Yu and kept struggling, cursing Song Yu in English.

"You speak good English, much better than your mother?" Song Yu raised a wicked smile, then looked at Zhen Qi with a pale face and asked, "You think so, Mrs. Song?"

Song Yu deliberately emphasized the word Mrs. Song, but Zhen Qi went to see disgust on Song Yu's face.

Her heart was pulled hard, Zhen Qi staggered back a few steps, but in the next second she hurried forward, hugging Yi Jing, big tears came out of her eyes, "Song Yu, let him go, I beg you."

Song Yu frowned and looked at the tearful Zhen Qi, feeling a sudden throbbing pain in his heart. A long time ago, he swore to himself that he would never let this woman cry again in his life, but then the person he loved the most left. She brought a child with her when she came back, but now she was crying so sad for the child, and she really hated looking at this face full of tears.

The hand that was twisting Yijing finally loosened, and Zhenqi fell to the ground holding Yijing as if she had lost all her strength.

"Whose child is Lu Zhenqi?" Song Jiyao, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. Although the boy was very small, his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like Song Yu.

Song Yu was slightly taken aback when he heard that, and then his eyes fell on the already who was curled up in Zhen Qi's arms, and he asked after a while, "Is this child mine?"

Zhenqi tightly protected Yijing in her arms, looked at those sharp eyes, and shook her head, "No, the child is mine."

"Lu Zhenqi, you are legally still my wife. If the child is not mine, you have committed bigamy. I can send you to prison at any time." Song Yu waited for Zhenqi coldly.Those icy eyes were like sharp swords, vowing to pierce Zhenqi through her life.

It would be the best if that was the case, and she would be liberated, but Zhenqi Zhenqi knew that she couldn't just go to prison like that, what would she do without herself, Yijing.

"I didn't marry anyone else, you can't sue me for bigamy." Zhen Qi looked up at Song Yu and said coldly, "Even if this child is not yours, I am at most an extramarital affair and can only be condemned morally. If it's you, Mr. Song, you want the whole world to know that you not only had a child out of wedlock, but also got green on your head, right?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhen Qi angrily, when did this woman become so difficult, and he was tricked by her, not bad, I haven't seen her in three years, not only her breasts but also her breasts. My brain also opened up together, very good, more and more like my own woman.

"Lu Zhenqi didn't expect that you could use the knowledge you learned to deal with me, not bad." Song Yu said and gave Zhenqi a hard look, "Tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon, I have time, I think we should have a good time Let's talk about divorce."

Divorced, Zhenqi's heart trembled fiercely, and finally waited for this sentence, but why was she sad besides being sad.

"I have to go to work at noon tomorrow." Zhenqi said in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'll find you at your work place." After a pause, Song Yu continued, "Remember to bring all your documents, I don't think you will have any messy excuses." After speaking, Song Yu didn't wait for Zhen Qi to speak. , turned around and walked towards his car.

Zhen Qi hugged Yijing, watched Song Yu's car leave quickly with complicated emotions, and only let out a deep breath after a long time.

"Lu Zhenqi, tell the truth, does this child belong to my brother?" Song Jiyao frowned and asked, although Zhenqi firmly insisted that this child was not Song Yu's, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt like Song Yu.

"No." Zhenqi said coldly, and then added, "If you don't believe me, you can do a paternity test."

"It's a good suggestion. I can talk to my brother." Song Jiyao looked at Yijing and smiled, then waved to Zhenqi. "That's it, goodbye, sister-in-law."

What exactly did she say, Zhen Qi looked at that enchanting man, feeling sour in her heart.