Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"Why are you silent?" Qiao Zhichu lowered her eyes and looked at his thin lips. "At this moment, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at us."

Song Weiyi tightened his grip and held her more tightly in his arms.

He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear: "How about being Mrs. Song?"

Qiao Zhichu's body froze, her face full of surprise.

Mrs. Song...

This was her ultimate goal, but Song Weiyi said it so lightly.

But it was clear that she hadn't even achieved her first goal.

"Hmm?" Song Weiyi's fingertips pressed on her waist, "Why are you silent?"

Qiao Zhichu gritted her teeth, what a bastard.

To return her words to her intact so quickly.

Really holding a grudge.

"Mr. Song is really good at joking," Qiao Zhichu calmed down, "I almost believed it."

"Why, I've already said it, but you don't dare to answer it."

"Don't make fun of me." She stepped back and poked his heart with her finger. "Don't talk about Mrs. Song. I want a girlfriend, but it's so hard."

Song Weiyi replied: "Girlfriends are so boring."

Qiao Zhichu's eyes flickered: "Then, I wonder what Mr. Song saw in me?"

"Body."

She really wanted to swear, but she had to hold it back and almost got internal injuries.

"Okay," she smiled, "Tomorrow at nine o'clock, bring your household registration booklet and ID card, and we'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

What is there to be afraid of? If Song Weiyi dares to say it, she will dare to respond.

Anyway, she was naked and alone, with no worries.

do my best.

A low, hoarse laugh came from Song Weiyi's chest, and Qiao Zhichu could vaguely feel the slight tremor when she poked her hand at his heart.

She withdrew her hand and dropped it to her side.

"You want to marry me so much?" Song Weiyi asked, "What do you like about me?"

"Mr. Song is talented, handsome, and rich. Which woman wouldn't fall for him?"

"the same as you?"

"Yes," Qiao Zhichu nodded, "I am just a vulgar woman."

Song Weiyi raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if smiling: "So it turns out that you like these material things, not me as a person..."

There was even a hint of loss in his tone.

Qiao Zhichu asked back, "Is it me that you like?"

"I just said, it's your body." He replied, "At least, it's more advanced than my money and power that you like."

She rolled her eyes silently in her heart.

Perhaps the expression on his face revealed disdain, which made Song Weiyi notice it.

He laughed softly: "Qiao Zhichu, you are really not suitable for acting."

She bit her lip and snorted, "If you ask me, Song Weiyi, any woman who likes you must be blind or have a masochistic constitution."

"Oh?"

Qiao Zhichu enumerated his shortcomings and said bluntly: "He is self-centered, arrogant, conceited, cruel on the outside and even crueler on the inside, never shows mercy when doing things, never shows his true feelings, and is always more rational than emotional... How can he be a suitable candidate for a relationship?"

Song Weiyi listened quietly: "Continue."

"If you don't have some money and are not handsome, no woman would be willing to be with you."

"Qiao Zhichu," he asked, "You really are not afraid of offending me."

She raised her chin: "It's not the first time I've offended you."

For some reason, Qiao Zhichu always had a premonition that Song Weiyi would not do anything to her.