Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

That day Shao Han hugged Zhen Qi tightly, but he said: "I'm sorry, I just had another very important meeting."

Zhenqi felt that her heart was cold and cold, that was the first time that Zhenqi felt that Shao Han's embrace was not as warm as she imagined.

Later, Jasmine nodded her head and rebuked her: "Just be content, Shao Han is so good, don't be hypocritical, he has his career, he can't always be around you."

Nibbling on the hamburger Shao Han bought, Zhen Qi agreed with Jasmine's words very spinelessly. She was right. Shao Han has his own career, and his career not only concerns himself but also so many employees in their company. She shouldn't be so hypocritical, so Zhenqi forgave Shao Han, and the next day Jasmine had a platinum necklace around her neck.

Zhenqi was watching an advertisement that day, and the beautiful actress was wearing a very attractive necklace, standing in front of the camera, scratching her head and saying, "Diamonds are forever, one forever."

Jasmine walked in front of Zhenqi, the low-cut suspender skirt revealed a large piece of white tender flesh and the shining diamond necklace.

Zhenqi squinted her eyes that were dazed by the diamonds, and she didn’t know when Jasmine’s body would appear from time to time with accessories that weren’t what a hotel girl like her should have. After covering up, Zhenqi didn't bother to care about it.

The people around her have always disliked her interacting with Jasmine, but Zhenqi didn't care. She felt that Jasmine was an adult and should have her own ideas, and it was not good for her to tell her some sensitive things. After all, she was only a university student now. For the little girls who have finished reading, sometimes it is better to be confused than anything else.

Now Zhenqi thinks about it, maybe she and Shao Han started at that time.

The hot water rushed on Zhenqi's head, Zhenqi woke up suddenly, and she was out of shape again, Zhenqi stared blankly at herself standing under the shower in the mirror.

Just now I was discussing Song Yu with Qian Xun, but I thought about it so much that I almost cried in front of Qian Xun. Zhen Qi washed her face. Wouldn't it affect him if I called Song Yu today?

After taking a bath in a daze, Zhenqi secretly changed into her newly bought underwear.

There was a thick layer of sponge inside, and Zhenqi looked at the mirror for a long time, feeling very wet and satisfied, until Song Qianxun came to knock on the door: "My brother Zhenqi is back in the living room. Do you want to come down?"

Zhenqi posted at the door and responded: "Oh, I see, I will go there in a while."

After Song Qianxun left, Zhen Qi stared at her upper body in front of the mirror for a long time, fiddled with it for a long time, looked squarely, sideways, and squinted, and made sure that she was indeed right. She felt her little heart both tense and excited.

In fact, as long as it is a woman, it will be very concerned about the development of a certain part. Even those female men have internal injuries in this area. Otherwise, why do those women wear clothes that are getting tighter and tighter, and their chests are getting more and more open.

Zhen Qi opened her collar and kept looking in. Song Qianxun said it very well, if something is squeezed, it really is there.

There was an awkward knock on the door, and Zhenqi asked the closed door in panic, "Who is it?"

Song Yu's unhappy voice came from outside the door: "Did you lose your mind while doing your hair, what are you doing inside?"

Zhenqi let out a resentful "Oh", she didn't lose her mind, but she grew breasts.

Zhen Qi glanced at the time on the wall - 10:30, Song Yu's meeting was a little too long, she put on her coat sullenly, and Zhen Qi opened the door for Song Yu.

Song Yu may have been back for a long time, because Yijing changed the straight suit. At this time, he was wearing a black sweater on the upper body and gray trousers on the lower body, standing tall and straight at Zhenqi's door.

Zhen Qi deliberately showed Song Yu the effect of her own ion perm. Her slightly sideways hair immediately fell from her shoulders. Zhen Qi practiced this scene in front of the mirror many times, thinking that the visual effect should be good.

As a result, Song Yu not only frowned, but also wrinkled his nose; "Did you burn it with tongs? Why does it still smell like burning?"

Zhenqi flicked her hair: "It's not burnt smell, the hair stylist said it's the smell of potion." Zhenqi lifted her nose lightly, this young master actually knows the tongs, isn't it simple?

Song Yu raised his eyes, reached out to touch his hair, pinched a strand of hair with his fingertips, and slid down the hair, but still had a face: "It's such a perm, it's really a waste of money. "

"——" Iron Rooster's Guimao's temper did not change, and Zhen Qi curled her lips.

Song Yu looked at Zhen Qi who was standing blankly at the door, her mouth raised, and her face instantly softened.

"Qianxun told me you were a gift my mother bought."

"Huh?" Zhenqi was stunned for a long time before she realized it, and then she smiled brightly: "I thought she wouldn't like it."

"She likes it very much." Song Yu smiled softly, and walked into the room with long legs. The familiar faint fragrance made his tense nerves relax.

Looking at Song Yu who was exhausted, Zhen Qi smiled awkwardly: "The female star is here today."

"En." Song Yu, who was huddled on the sofa and closed his eyes, responded lightly, then opened his eyes and looked at Zhen Qi, "Qian Xun said everything."

"That Chihiro doesn't seem to like her." Zhen Qi smiled stiffly, she was damned, as long as she talked about An Yuan with Song Yu, the atmosphere would become very strange, Zhen Qi rubbed the tip of her nose.

"I don't like her either." Song Yu pressed her brow bone and said with her eyes closed.

"Then I won't mention it." Zhen Qi flattered her senses. Zhen Qi felt that she knew Song Yu very well. This is a perfect combination of violence and carefulness.

It's just that what's going on with the silent anger now, Zhen Qi was a little embarrassed and twisted her fingers.

"Qianxun said you were crying?" Song Yu looked up at Zhenqi after a long time.

Cried?Zhenqi froze for a moment, could it be that time?

"What's the matter?" Looking at Zhenqi with deep eyes.

"No—" Zhen avoided Song Yu's gaze.

"Lu Zhenqi——" Song Yu sighed softly, thinking in her heart that there are many awls piercing hard, you still can't forget him, no matter how hard I try to treat you well, you still can't forget.

"That, I'm just homesick." Zhenqi felt that her reason was lame.

But fortunately, Song Yu didn't delve into it. He just looked away from him and said after a long time: "There is a feast on the weekend, you should prepare it."

Zhenqi was a little disappointed, but she couldn't tell why: "Can I not go?"

"Can't?"

Sure enough, it was a man with hairy hair, Zhen Qi curled her lips.

"They'll go too, and that's the only way to prove you. Do it yourself."