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

"Let's make it messy," Song Weiyi bent over and sat on the sofa, his hand falling on the cigarette box, "If it's messy, it will look more like life."

He'd been alone long enough.

Now, it was he who allowed Qiao Zhichu to enter his life and brought her here with his own hands.

"Okay, then I'll move everything here tomorrow." She nodded.

"Those in your dormitory?"

"Correct."

"No more." Song Weiyi took out the cigarette and held it to his lips. "I'll ask the housekeeper to arrange for a new one."

As he spoke, his eyes searched for a lighter.

Qiao Zhichu got there before him, caught a glimpse of the lighter on the TV cabinet, picked it up, and walked up to him.

Song Weiyi was about to reach out to take it, but Qiao Zhichu lit it directly and moved closer to the cigarette.

The scarlet flames flickered.

"Smoke less." Qiao Zhichu turned off the lighter with a click. "It's stinking."

"Can you smoke?"

She shook her head.

Song Weiyi leaned lazily and casually on the sofa and blew a smoke ring at her.

Qiao Zhichu didn't have time to dodge and was choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Boring." She said, "Is this a man's bad taste?"

Song Weiyi had a smile on his face, which was full of meaning: "Qiao Zhichu, I am your first man."

"Am I not your first woman too?"

"I'm a selfish person," he said, dusting off his cigarette ashes, "but I still miss the past. I'm used to you and I won't change to anyone else."

Qiao Zhichu raised her eyebrows: "Is this a confession?"

"You can think so."

"Mr. Song, you're so tactful even when you confess your love," Qiao Zhichu poked his shoulder, "Why don't you just say you only like me?"

Song Weiyi just took two puffs of his cigarette.

Through the bluish-white smoke, he said: "Don't leave me, don't betray me, don't plot against me. Other than that, I can give you whatever you want."

Qiao Zhichu pouted deliberately and said coquettishly, "I'm going to take a shower first, you can smoke slowly, it smells terrible."

She went to the bathroom.

Song Weiyi looked at her back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Qiao Zhichu, Qiao Zhichu," he repeated the name over and over again, and suddenly smiled again.

He stood up and walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the evening breeze from outside blow in to dispel the thick smell of smoke.

She doesn't like the smell, so just ventilate it.

Qiao Zhichu walked into the bathroom and found that the bathtub was already filled with water, with rose petals floating on the surface of the water. The temperature was just right.

She lay down comfortably and closed her eyes.

After moving into Song Weiyi's house, many things were left for her to complete one by one.

She needs to think about this carefully.

When Qiao Zhichu came out of the shower, Song Weiyi was on the phone.

The cigarette butt in the ashtray was still emitting wisps of blue smoke. He held a mobile phone in his right hand and his left hand was in his trouser pocket. His tie had been thrown on the bed, and his well-cut shirt outlined his broad shoulders and back.

Qiao Zhichu walked over quietly, then put her hands around his waist and hugged him from behind.

He didn't look back, but he took his hand out of his trouser pocket and held her hand.

No one knew what was being said on the other end of the phone. Qiao Zhichu vaguely heard something like "The right hand has been taken" and "ten million".

Ah! Yes! Ten million!

She whispered in Song Weiyi's ear: "The money you transferred to Li Dahui's family must be recovered."

He glanced sideways at her and moved the phone slightly away from his ear: "Hmm?"