After being scumbag, I married slag Gong

A scumbag is worthy of being a scumbag, and a beast is worthy of being a beast.

This was the first sentence that came to Song Ning's mind after opening his eyes.

Song Ning had already thought about it, some things are unavoidable, even if he used Qin Lingling's matter as a shield, Huang Queru was never so easy to fool, he dared to do it for six years ago Keep yourself and strengthen yourself, now they are officially married, if you really don't let him do something, it will definitely not work.

But the feeling of soreness all over made Song Ning really uncomfortable.

After finally getting up, Song Ning moved his legs and frowned.

Beside him, Huangqueru was still sleeping with his eyes closed.

Think you were tired last night?

Haha... Song Ning sneered.

"A Ning?"

Song Ning was getting ready when Huang Queru opened his eyes, staring straight at him with a pair of smiling eyes.

Song Ning always felt that the timing of his waking up was really good.

Immediately afterwards, Song Ning, who just got up, was thrown back by Huang Queru.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Huang Queru rubbed against Song Ning flatteringly, and Song Ning immediately stabbed him coldly:

"Thanks to you, my whole body is very uncomfortable. I guess it will be difficult to walk today."

"Then lie down and rest, what way to go?"

Huang Queru likes to stay with Song Ning, especially last night when he got what he wanted, he was even more happy in his heart, and felt that it would be okay to just spend a little longer with Song Ning here.

What else could newlyweds do?

Generally speaking, newlyweds just keep getting tired of it.

"Don't you need to eat?"

Song Ning was still indifferent.

"Can't you eat me?"

Huang Queru joked seriously.

Song Ning gave him a nod:

"Too much."

"Ugh……"

Huang Queru sighed.

After a night of exploration last night, Huang Queru did discover Song Ning's poor health.

When she was in college, although Song Ning looked thin, Song Ning was considered healthy, but Huang Queru found that Song Ning was too thin and had scars on her body.

He originally wanted to ask Song Ning where his scar came from, but Song Ning bit him hard and cursed:

"You hurt!"

After being taken aback for a moment, Huang Queru recognized it.

Anyway, the pot on his head is not one or two.

"Then are you hungry? Shall I send someone to bring me something to eat?"

Huangqueru soon continued to please his wife.

"I heard that on the first day of the wedding, it is best to eat a meal cooked by the other half, so that the relationship will last."

"..."

As soon as Song Ning said this, he pointed out the direction of Huang Queru's efforts, but Huang Queru didn't want to move.

"I still remember the longevity noodles you made for me."

Song Ning said another word, and Huang Queru moved his eyes.

Then, his eyes smiled again, and after leaning in to kiss Song Ning, he quickly got up and started to act.

"Just wait, I'll be back soon."

Before leaving, Huangqueru did not forget to give instructions.

"Where can I go like this?"

Song Ning tilted his face.

Huang Queru left and went directly to the hotel kitchen.

Back in college, Huang Queru, who was proficient in all martial arts, naturally learned how to cook in order to please Song Ning.

Song Ning likes to eat almost all Huangqueru, because Song Ning is a frugal person. At that time, his father passed away, his mother was sick, and he was going to college, so he seldom eats with Huangqueru.

But Song Ning's hands were very clumsy back then, so Huang Queru followed suit.

What makes people speechless is that Huang Queru's talent in this area is also stronger than Song Ning's.

Taking advantage of the time when Huang Queru left, Song Ning went to the bathroom once, feeling nauseated for about 10 minutes, Song Ning supported himself and took a shower.

He didn't like the bath Huangqueru gave him.

Coming out of the bathroom clean and tidy, Huang Queru came in with a breakfast.

"Why is there only one copy?"

Song Ning didn't see the second copy.

"Eat together. I heard that on the second day of the wedding, if my wife feeds me with her own hands, the relationship will be sweeter and the marriage will last longer."

Ah……

It seems that there are many people talking around you, and you can listen to others at any time.

Song Ning stopped talking.

Song Ning has been keeping healthy for the past few years, so he must have breakfast.

Huang Queru did cook the noodles, and the noodle soup looked relatively bland, which happened to be what Song Ning wanted to eat more.

The two went to the dining table and sat down. Sure enough, there was one serving of noodles and one serving of cutlery.

In the past, Song Ning would definitely say something to Huangqueru:

"Why is there only one set of tableware? Two people eat the same set, is it dirty?"

But not now, I don't bother to say it, because Huangqueru has a lot of words and can always find a suitable reason to persuade him.

"Come on, let the husband feed the wife first."

Huang Queru had already started to pick up the noodles with his chopsticks, scooped up the soup with a spoon, put the noodles into the spoon, and brought them to Song Ning's mouth.

Song Ning glanced at it, smelled it, took a sip of the soup, and then ate the noodles.

Hmm... the taste is almost the same as it was six years ago.

It can be seen that Huangqueru probably didn't study cooking much after he left.

Song Ning thought of the bowl of noodles that Huang Queru cooked for him in his sophomore year.

Just now he deliberately mentioned the bowl of birthday noodles, and he didn't come up with it out of thin air.

"Do you remember anything? Does it look like the bowl of birthday noodles back then?"

Just as Song Ning thought about it, Huang Queru mentioned it.

Song Ning gave Huang Queru a chance to sell his old love, Huang Queru took it steadily and tried to mobilize Song Ning's emotions.

"It's very similar."

"You are the only one who let me cook birthday noodles, neither my parents have this opportunity."

"Maybe I ate your noodles, and it has the opposite effect."

When Song Ning said this, Huang Queru couldn't help but smile.

Huang Queru knew that Song Ning was complaining, complaining that Huang He's destiny was too long.

Huang Queru was not angry at all when his own father was blamed so much, instead he found it amusing.

But when Huang Queru cooked the noodles, he really hoped that Song Ning could live a long life.

In the past six years, he has hated seeing others eat noodles. When he sees noodles, he easily thinks that his Aning ate longevity noodles, but God didn't give him face at all, and let him disappear.

But now that Aning is back, he is willing to cook again.

Huang Queru's noodles were fed, and the next second, Huang Queru gave Song Ning the chopsticks and spoon.

"Quick, wife feed husband."

Huangqueru looked forward to it.

Then, his wife Song Ning picked up the chopsticks, took a spoonful of the soup, took a sip of the soup, picked up the noodles, and took a sip by herself.

Huang Queru asked with a dumbfounded smile:

"Wife...you don't want to eat it all by yourself, do you? Although I'm glad you like my craft, but...at least give me a bite? I can be full with one bite, and it's easy to raise."

However, Song Ning really didn't intend to talk to him.

Until, after drinking half of the noodle soup and eating half of the noodles, Song Ning provoked a mouthful of noodles to save face. Seeing this, Huang Queru took a bite of the noodles and ate them.

Then, Song Ning gave the rest to Huangqueru.

Huangqueru said puzzledly:

"My wife, what does this mean? Does it mean that I will eat your leftovers in the future?"

Song Ning didn't answer him, and he didn't care what he thought.

After eating, Song Ning moved, but she was still not feeling well. She looked around and chose a soft sofa to lie on her side.

Taking out the phone, Song Ning opened Weibo and looked at it.

Huang Queru came to Song Ning with a bowl of noodles.

Song Ning looked at the phone, and Huang Queru looked at Song Ning, looking embarrassed, but also seemed to be happy.

Sure enough, Song Ning and Huang Queru's wedding directly occupied the top ten hot spots on Weibo.

How many people envy him, there must be how many people hate him.

After swiping the screen, Song Ning thought of something, put down his phone, and asked for Huang Queru's phone.

"Why do you use it?"

Huang Queru asked.

"I want to see your Weibo. No way? Is there any secret?"

After Song Ning said this, Huang Queru took out his mobile phone and offered it.

"Ask my wife to check."

Song Ning had an idea in his mind.

For Huang Queru to say such a thing, it means that even if there is any secret, it must have been cleared from his phone.

Song Ning asked Huang Queru for the phone password, and then Huang Queru suggested that they exchange phone passwords, account numbers and fingerprints, but Song Ning refused.

Huangqueru could only give up.

He sighed:

"I'm being manipulated to death by my wife. My wife's is my wife's, and mine is also my wife's."

Song Ning ignored him, and directly opened Huang Queru's mobile phone Weibo. This Weibo is different from Song Ning's account. No one cares about Song Ning's account. Huang Queru's opening is all kinds of 999+!

After the ferment of yesterday's wedding, Huangqueru's Weibo today can be said to have a huge fan explosion. This increase in the number of fans is really terrifying, and there are already more than 300 million fans.

Sure enough, the power of money is quite attractive.

"I add you as a friend, you follow me."

Song Ning spoke.

"it is good."

Huangqueru has no objection.

I just don't know how Song Ning's account will change due to this attention.

"Do you want to take a picture and put it on your Weibo? People like to see it now. How about a picture of me lying on my chest? Envious of others?"

When Huang Queru proposed, Song Ning paused for a moment, and really thought about it seriously.

photo……

Song Ning suddenly remembered the wedding ring that had been put aside.

Then, he took out the ring and seriously prepared to take a photo.

Huang Queru put down the bowl, put on his own one decisively, and then pulled Song Ning's hand that had put on the ring. As soon as Huang Queru exerted force, Song Ning was immediately pulled onto him and sat down.

Picking up the phone skillfully, Huang Queru taught Song Ning as a demonstration:

“It’s good to take pictures like this.”

The hands with interlocking fingers, as well as the highlighted diamond ring, were beautifully framed in the morning sun and under the apparently wide French windows.

The photo took shape, Song Ning looked at it and was satisfied.

Although he was dissatisfied with Huangqueru, Huangqueru's ability was recognized by him.

"By the way, what's your nickname? Change it to Mrs. Huang Jiashao. The attention will definitely soar in one breath, and the speed of the horse race will be even faster."

Follow each other for success.

Photo sent successfully.

Nickname... Song Ning really thought about it.

Then it was changed to Mr. Xiao Song.

He doesn't like Mrs. Huang Jiashao.