Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

After getting along with Song Yu so much, even knowing that Song Yu has no feelings for him except responsibility, even if this responsibility is tied to Zhen Qi's original sentence.

Although she was very angry thinking about it, Lin Miaolan still wanted to thank Zhen Qi, because her words allowed her to live a rich life for so many years and to be a "Mrs. Song" in the upper class for so many years.

But now that the real Mrs. Song is back, what should I do with this "Mrs. Song" who doesn't even have a name? Do I want to hand over the life I have worked so hard to get to Lu Zhenqi? No, absolutely not.

Lin Miaolan's eyes widened suddenly, she would never go through such a poor life again, even if she was burdened with deep sins, it was like living such a humble life.

"What are you thinking?" Song Yu's indifferent voice came from next to my ear, and Lin Miaolan suddenly returned to the display, looking at Song Yu's deep eyes, Lin Miaolan smiled, extremely charming, "Ah Yu I was just thinking how happy Mom would be to see you coming home, too."

"I just went back this afternoon." Song Yu said lightly, "Tomorrow you can take Jiaqi to 1 by yourself, I still have things to do."

"What is so important. You seldom accompany Jiaqi these days." Lin Miaolan looked at Song Yu with those red eyes after she finished speaking, her eyes were full of grievances, "Ah Yu, I don't want You are falling in love with me, thirsty I really hope you can like Jiaqi, he is our child, I just want you to spend more time with him, he has lost you for three years, I don't want to let him Lose you once."

Song Yu took a deep breath, stood up and patted Lin Miaolan's shoulder lightly, "It's not that I won't accompany him to see my mother, but I have a very important meeting tomorrow, so you can just take him with you. I will have dinner with you mother and daughter tomorrow night."

An important meeting, the anger in Lin Miaolan's eyes was fleeting, what important meeting, go to accompany that wild child.

With a charming smile on the corner of her mouth, Lin Miaolan gently climbed up Song Yu's waist, and whispered in his ear, "I'll listen to you, Ayu, don't sleep tonight Are you on the couch?"

Song Yu's body trembled for a moment, her mind was full of Zhen Qi's appearance, Lin Miaolan's hands were walking non-stop on Song Yu's body unconsciously.

Trembling all over, Song Yu looked at Lin Miaolan's blurred eyes with disgust in his heart, moved away those white hands, Song Yu returned to the sofa, "Miao Lan, you should be very clear about our relationship, so you let go Be respectful."

Relationship, Lin Miaolan looked at Song Yu who was carrying her back, biting her lower lip tightly, her face was pale and frightening, the relationship between them, Lin Miaolan suddenly felt very funny, now she and Song Yu It doesn't matter if it's the relationship between him and Jiaqi. For Song Yu, he is the quietness he bought with money. Yes, Song Yu confessed himself in order to prevent himself from telling about his and Jiaqi's affairs. This kind of relationship connects love. - people don't count.

This is a man, if he doesn't love you anymore, his unfeeling will be colder than the millennium ice, that kind of coldness is enough to kill a person.

Song Yu, Song Yu, since we can't go back to the past, then I will ruin our future. Song Yu, who was sleeping soundly on Lin Miaolan's cold sofa, the anger in his eyes gradually turned into madness. Desperate to the extreme madness.

"Is Feynman ready? Your father will pick you up in a while." After fastening the last button for her son, Jane Qi said to the son who had been excited all morning to see his father.

"Ready." Xiao Yijing finished pecking Zhenqi on the face, then turned and ran towards her room, "Mom, I prepared a gift for Dad."

"Look at how filial your son is." Luoluo, who was eating oranges, looked at Xiao Yijing's back, and said to Zhenqi who was packing milk powder and a feeding bottle in Wang Yijing's small bag, "The one who invited is indeed my dear." Well, it’s like this, you said if you have been together for a long time, can you still separate them?”

Zhen Qi went to Luo Luo's side with her bag, reached out and took her orange, and put it in her mouth, because after brushing her teeth, the original sweet and sour orange was extremely bitter in the mouth. time their own heart.

"The child is about to be born, eat less of these things, and get angry." Zhenqi threw the remaining oranges into the trash can, saying some irrelevant words.

"I think it's you who got angry." Luo Luo rolled her eyes at Zhen Qi, took a sip of the soy milk that Zhen Qi cooked for herself, and then said, "Lu Zhenqi, you are worried that once Yi Jing and Song Yu get well, in the future will be unfamiliar with you."

"There's no need for that." Zhenqi smiled disdainfully, "Yijing is my child, a child I bought back with my life, I have been with him since he was born, and he and I are indispensable in each other's lives Yes, you will soon understand the emotion."

Although Zhenqi said so, she was still worried about Song Yu and Yijing's relationship, but she was not worried that Yijing and him had a good relationship. It was natural for them to have a good relationship between father and son. Yijing, although this child is well-behaved, she is also stubborn. Although she doesn't want to admit it, Zhenqi still knows that Yijing also has Song Yu's fluffy personality in her bones.

I'm afraid there will be trouble.

Jenny took a sip of milk nervously.

"What on earth are you thinking, Zhenqi?" Luo Luo asked, looking at Zhenqi with a dull face.

"I didn't think too much about it. I just knew that Song Yu's personality was not suitable for raising children, so I asked him to take Yijing to play and let him give up." Zhenqi said perfunctorily, but she didn't think so in her heart. I just want Yijing to know that he has a father, just like other children.

"Zhen Qi, you are so ugly." Luo Luo, who didn't know what to do, immediately gave Zhen Qi a thumbs up.

"Mom, look, this is my gift to Dad." At this moment, Xiao Yijing threw a painting into Zhenqi's arms.

"What kind of gift is it?" Zhen Qi gently touched her son's little head, and then took the painting from Yi Jing's hand.

As far as painting is concerned, it’s not that much, at best, it’s just a child’s graffiti, on a clean white paper, there are barely recognizable human figures drawn on it, two big ones and one small one, the big one is carrying a square bag, the head of a woman There are a few black straight lines on the top, yes, that's the hair.

"What is Feynman?" Luo Luo leaned over to look at the words.Grinning, "It's ugly."

"It's not ugly, this is dad, mom and me." Yi Jing said solemnly, then pointed to the person holding the square, and said to Luo Luo, "Godmother, look at dad, right?"

"Like, it's exactly the same." Luoluo was already grinning from ear to ear, almost bursting into tears, "Yijing will give this to your dad in a while, and tell him who he is."