Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Song Yu's reasons were so strong that Zhen Qi didn't even have a reason to refuse, she just looked at Song Yu helplessly.

"I will arrange everything." Song Yu lowered his eyebrows lightly.

The corners of Zhenqi's mouth twitched involuntarily, she doesn't even know what ion hot water is, you are sure you can arrange everything.

Song Yu looked at Zhen Qi's skeptical look, and his temples twitched: "It's nothing, I'm going back, you should go to bed early."

Zhen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as she walked to the door, the curly-haired man turned his head again, looked her up and down, and then pointed to her chest: "What's going on?"

Zhen Qi was embarrassed to tell Song Yu that she had changed into a thick bra, so she could only pretend to be stupid and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Song Yu kept looking at her upper body, but he probably found it difficult to speak, so he didn't continue to ask, but just confessed at the moment of turning around: "Don't be like Chihiro without being in shape all day long. Use more Focus on your inner self-cultivation"

Zhenqi lying on the bed, tossing and turning, couldn't sleep, when Song Yu's words suddenly sounded, Zhenqi's goosebumps arose for a while, could it be that the uncle felt that he was trying his best to seduce him, if he hadn't met Shao Han, he would have been very Maybe, it's just that the current self really doesn't have that kind of thought.

Soon Saturday will arrive, and there is only one day left before the feast. After Song Qianxun forced Zhenqi to practice etiquette, Song Yu sent a car to send her to school ruthlessly.

After watching the beautifully painted car disappear, Zhen Qi felt that her only lifeline was gone, so she sat down on the sofa and silently greeted Song Yu's eighth generation of ancestors.

Song Yu, who was looking at the document, lowered his eyebrows and promised Zhen Qi: "If you don't make any mistakes tomorrow, I will give you whatever you want after the banquet is over?

"Really?" Zhen Qi was instantly full of passion.

Song Yu put down the document in his hand, rubbed his temples: "When have I ever lied to you?"

Zhenqi still can't forget the "999" gold and diamond mobile phone in the advertisement. Last time, Shao Han replaced her with an apple. However, it seems that Song Yu's credit value is only slightly higher than Shao Han's in Zhen Qi's heart.

Song Yu put on a face: "As long as you don't lose face, everything is easy to talk about."

Let’s talk together. Since when did Song Yu be so generous? Since he said everything is easy to talk about, let’s talk about it. Zhenqi scratched her head and pointed to the Golden Overlord machine that was broadcast on the high-definition TV. Interest, I want it."

Song Yu's temples twitched violently a few times.

Song Jiyao was the one who came to pick Zhenqi up for the banquet the next day, and he looked the same in a brand-name suit.

Zhen Qi pointed at herself, then at Song Jiyao, and then said, "Where's Uncle?"

Song Jiyao frowned fiercely, "He went to find the way for you."

Zhen Qi suddenly realized and nodded, feeling that they were not going to a banquet, they were going to a war.

Looking at Zhen Qi's face, I knew it wasn't that simple. The corner of Song Jiyao's mouth twitched uncontrollably again: "Then should we go now?"

In the luxurious car, Song Jiyao's fingers never left the screen of the phone for a moment. Zhen Qi leaned over her head enviously. The bird inside was flapping its wings, and had already lost a lot of bird feathers.

Zhenqi whispered: "What are you playing?"

Song Jiyao looked at her like a monster, and after a long time, he spread the phone in front of his eyes: "Haven't you played this before?"

Jenny nodded.

Song Jiyao's eyes turned on Zhenqi for a long time before he said slowly, "Don't you have a mobile phone?"

Zhenqi nodded, why did she have it in her mobile phone.

"You came from time travel, right?" Song Jiyao looked at him with disgust.

Is this a curse word? After trying hard to search for all the bad words, Zhenqi found that there was no such word, and squeezed out a smile: "I didn't time travel, can you play with it for a while now? "

The corners of Song Jiyao's mouth were already numb, but his face turned cold in an instant: "It's easy to say if there is no mistake in a while."

Everything is easy to say again, Zhen Qi gave Song Jiyao a hard look, when did he become the same as Song Yu, so fluffy, and bullying herself.

Song Jiyao looked at Zhen Qi's angry eyes, and suddenly felt a chill behind him. What he didn't want to say was what Song Yu asked him to say, and it was Song Yu who asked him to play games in front of Zhen Qi to seduce her.

Trying hard to put on a smiling face, Song Jiyao looked at the pouting Zhenqi: "As long as you perform well today, how about I pass this game on to you?"

This is almost the same, Zhenqi smiled instantly.

As a result, in the high-end styling club, stylists, makeup artists, and costume artists are tightly surrounded.

Zhen Qi was playing Song Jiyao's game leisurely among them.

"Hoo-hoo"

A series of strange sounds came out of Zhenqi's mouth. Looking at the destroyed castle, Zhenqi smiled brilliantly.

Is this really all right?Song Jiyao on the side drooped his head, following this guy was more exciting than going to Dubai!

"Okay! Mr. Song."

Speaking of the stylist's voice, Song Jiyao struggled to snatch the phone back from Zhenqi's hand.

"Let's see what's not satisfactory."

Zhen Qi gave Song Jiyao a blank look, and then glanced at the mirror in front of her, only to see that both of them were dumbfounded.

Is it yourself in the mirror?Zhenqi moved closer and blinked, and the big-eyed beauty in the mirror who was wearing a princess bun also blinked.

"It's me." Zhenqi touched her face and jumped up excitedly after confirming that the beauty in the mirror was herself.

But there was a problem with this jump, and Zhenqi fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Song Jiyao hurriedly helped her up, only to realize that she was wearing a pair of [-]cm crystal high heels on her feet. How did she come out of the fitting room playing with her mobile phone in these shoes? Song Jiyao thought it was An unsolved mystery.

"Have you never worn high heels before?" Song Jiyao asked.

Zhen Qi nodded, Shao Han never let himself wear it, because his feet were twisted and swollen.

"Are there any flat-heeled shoes here?" Song Jiyao asked.

"No, the shortest shoes here are also five centimeters." The costumer pushed his glasses and said, "This lady's dress was personally selected by Mr. Song, and the shoes are matched by us."

Zhenqi curled her lips lightly. It's been so long that the uncle doesn't know that she can't wear high heels. Looking at the beautiful off-white diamond-encrusted fairy dress, Zhenqi feels aggrieved.