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

"Which hotel?" she asked casually. "Is it the same one we stayed in before?"

Song Weiyi lowered his head, watched her put on her shoes, and replied calmly: "The hotel is not safe."

Qiao Zhichu paused.

The next second, his waist tightened, he hugged her, and leaned in her ear: "Someone has already set their sights on you, Qiao Zhichu."

"……who?"

"My enemies, my enemies."

"so……"

Song Weiyi's voice was magnetic and hoarse: "You are already firmly tied to me. Those who hate me will naturally hate you. Those who want to deal with me will think of starting with you. From now on, you and I are a community."

"Now," Qiao Zhichu felt weak because of his breath, "what should I do?"

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"…If you're always here, I won't be afraid."

"Then, I'll always be here." Song Weiyi's arms were firm and reliable, giving her support. "We'll share the same bed and three meals a day."

Qiao Zhichu turned her head to look at him, but only saw his angular jaw.

And the corners of his lips slightly raised.

It turned out that his silence just now was not to reject her, but to make a decision to let her stay with him.

Qiao Zhichu opened her red lips slightly: "...Okay."

"Remember this," Song Weiyi pinched her waist gently, "Qiao Zhichu, community."

He emphasized these three words.

Qiao Zhichu rested her chin on his shoulder: "I have always been floating in the sea of ​​people, helpless, but now it's different, I want to be with you."

Sometimes when you say sweet words too much, it seems like you are really moved.

The words are lingering and bewitching.

The scent of Song Weiyi lingered on the tip of her nose. Qiao Zhichu closed her eyes and clenched her hands lightly.

Imagine if you had a knife in your hand...

Isn't this the perfect time to pierce?

A hug is not the most intimate distance at all. On the contrary, it makes two people farther apart.

Because you can't see the other person's expression.

The black extended Lincoln was parked low-key at the hospital entrance. The bodyguard carrying a walkie-talkie put his hands behind his back and looked around vigilantly.

Song Weiyi took Qiao Zhichu's hand, quickly got into the car, and sped away.

The destination the car was heading towards was the place Qiao Zhichu had always been thinking about.

Jingwang Mansion.

Qiao Zhichu had viewed the exterior of this building countless times through the computer, and listened to major bloggers talk about its luxury. She even dug out the floor plan and studied it for a long time.

Now, she finally stood in it.

The housekeeper showed no surprise at her arrival, and responded respectfully: "Mr. Song, Miss Qiao, welcome home."

Family?

She has a home again.

Qiao Zhichu smiled and said, "This is the first time someone has said the word 'go home' to me."

Song Weiyi paused slightly, held her hand tightly, but did not look back at her.

"From now on, this will be your home," he said.

Qiao Zhichu responded in a clear voice, "Okay."

The sound echoed in the huge living room. The crystal chandelier that hung from the third floor to the first floor was like a string of giant wind chimes, and the light tubes collided with each other, making a tinkling sound.

Go upstairs, through the corridor, and reach the master bedroom.

Song Weiyi pushed the door open and went in.

The decoration is still dominated by black, gray and white, which is calm, elegant and business-like, full of masculine atmosphere.

Qiao Zhichu said jokingly: "Girls' things are so numerous and diverse. I will mess this place up in a few days."