Chapter 55: How Long Is This Night?

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was the scene after the disaster.

Song Jingqiao felt that this place seemed familiar, could it be that all the offices opened on the upper floors of the property were easy to turn into ruins?

When the couple saw such a room, they remembered the news they saw in the group of owners in the afternoon, and they already believed most of it.

At that time, the owner said that he photographed a low-key luxury car parked in front of the office, and now that I think about it, it should be Miss Song's... Boyfriend?

can drive such a luxury car, presumably dealing with an old lady is handy, right?

When things were figured out, the man was much more happy to pay for them, and politely sent them to the gate of the community.

Before parting, the hostess asked embarrassedly: "Miss Song, thank you so much today, are you the eldest lady of which family came out to experience life and save us?"

Song Jingqiao's eyes were deep: "I'm not the eldest lady, I'm the deputy leader of the non-governmental anti-corruption alliance." ”

Mistress: "......" What kind of strange organization is this?

With 1,200 yuan in hand, Song Jingqiao was in a happy mood, Zheng Ze cried and shouted that she refused to take the bus, and she also took a taxi happily.

After returning home and eating noodles simply, Song Jingqiao sat and waited for Zheng Zhi to get off work, and then greeted Dong Yao's arrival together.

Zheng Zhi has always been on time when he gets off work, but today he was more than an hour late, and when he got home, Zheng Ze had already gone back to his room to play games, and only Song Jingqiao was waiting.

"Give. He casually threw Song Jingqiao a plastic bag and slumped into the sofa lazily.

Song Jingqiao opened it and saw that there were countless colorful covers.

"You mean......" she picked up the plastic bag, "all gone?"

Zheng Zhi: "......" how long the night should be.

He looked at Song Jingqiao with a sideways face, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, "Just get two, it's not good to fish with all your might, you have to understand the importance of sustainable development." ”

"Okay, I remember. ”

Song Jingqiao carefully picked the two most inconspicuous ones, went to the kitchen and squeezed them in with a bowl of paste, which could almost be done with the fake.

Now that everything is ready, it's time for Dong Yao.

At half past nine in the evening, Dong Yao was late, and began to shed tears when she entered the door.

"Brother Zheng Zhi, my father won't let me be with you......"

"Listen to your dad. ”

"But......" Dong Yao pursed her lips and her little face turned pale, "But is it true that your uncle and aunt said that you and this woman already have children? Are you married to your son? Brother Zheng Zhi, I don't mind if you have children, I'm still young, I can have another life a few years later, I can be a good stepmother!"

“......”

Zheng Zhi was speechless, he never understood why Dong Yao had to marry him, after all, from childhood to adulthood, the little girl found not ten but eight boyfriends, if he didn't buy Song Jingqiao, it is estimated that Dong Yao could plant a forest for him.

"What are you doing today?" asked Zheng Zhi knowingly.

Dong Yao wiped her tears and said strongly: "I'll let you give me a fatal blow, Brother Zheng Zhi, I know you don't like me, then let me die completely!"

"Okay, I'm not going to be merciful,"

Zheng Zhi simply agreed and arranged the room next to him for her.

"What about her?" Dong Yao asked, pointing at Song Jingqiao.

"Of course she slept in the same room with me. Zheng Zhi went to take Song Jingqiao's hand without changing his face, "Let's go." ”

Dong Yao stared at the two hands that were clasped together, and fire was about to erupt from his eyes.

And only Song Jingqiao knows in his heart how tiring it is to maintain a handshake posture that does not make physical contact, but at the same time ensures that it is closely connected to the naked eye.

She and Zheng Zhi walked slowly into the room in a difficult posture of holding each other's air.

Zheng Zhi's room was very large, but the sound insulation was very good, and he was afraid that Dong Yao would not hear it, so he deliberately opened a crack in the window.

"You sleep on the ground. ”

"Can't I sleep on the couch?" Song Jingqiao asked.

"No, the sofa is expensive. ”

"I'm also expensive. Song Jingqiao raised his eyebrows, "Sixteen million." ”

"Soon it won't. Zheng Zhi smiled, "If you continue to talk back." ”

Okay.

Song Jingqiao obediently shut up and took out her mobile phone to show Zheng Zhi the original sound of the video she saved in the afternoon.

"I read dozens of videos in the afternoon and found the one that is most similar to your voice, but I didn't find anything similar to mine, so I may need to ......dub it live for a while."

"You wait. ”

Zheng Zhi vaguely felt that something was wrong: "You took Zheng Ze to watch that kind of video in the afternoon?"

"How can it!" Song Jingqiao explained: "I listened to it with headphones, serious academic research, I can't generalize with 'that kind of video', and Zheng Ze is too slow to catch up with me." ”

Zheng Zhi didn't say anything more, and after taking a shower, he lazily lay in the bed and read a financial magazine.

Seeing this, Song Jingqiao felt the need to blow a wave of sycophants.

"Does Mr. Zheng always use financial magazines as bedtime reading? He really deserves to be the president of a large company, unlike me, who only reads a few novelties before going to bed. ”

"It's just hypnosis. Zheng Zhi yawned, "I've been reading this magazine for four and a half years, and I've just read a third of it." ”

Song Jingqiao: "......" It seems that this magazine has a great hypnotic effect.

She turned on her phone, it was almost ten o'clock, and Dong Yao should fall asleep if she didn't call Dong Yao twice.

"Then I'll start?" Mr. Zheng, do you see this shaking sound in person, or do you come with me?"

"I'll come. Zheng Zhi turned his body, raised his leg and kicked the head of the bed twice, and the sound of collision was a little harsh.

Song Jingqiao felt that it was not good, "The voice is too sharp, you put the pillow on the head of the bed and kick it, it is better to have a muffled voice." ”

Zheng License did it, and the effect was outstanding.

Everything was ready, and Song Jingqiao opened the original sound file with a serious face.

is slightly different from Zheng Zhi's usual voice, the man in the audio has a lower voice, and he is hoarse, and when he whispers and whispers, his toes are numb.

Especially when Zheng Zhi was sitting in front of him, Song Jingqiao was indifferent on the surface, but he had actually begun to enter the play, thinking about what to say for a while.

The "Baby......" audio continues to play.

Song Jingqiao found a vacancy to join in at the right time: "Husband, slow down... No more... Husband~"

As she spoke, she also waved her hand to signal that Zheng Zhi could start kicking the bed.

Zheng Zhi: "......"

While humming and chirping, while humming and spreading the quilt on the ground, don't this woman's mouth and brain grow on the same head?