The funeral home was blocked by reporters who came to hear the news.

Among the sad faces, Song Zhiwei, who was dressed up, was particularly conspicuous, with gorgeous eyebrows, pink lips, and a close-fitting rusty cheongsam pinching out Yingying's waist, like a bystander attending a wedding banquet.

Someone leaned over from behind, and the voice almost touched the root of her ear: "It is worthy of the famous wild rose of 'Violet', and I still want to compete for beauty at my father's funeral." ”

Song Zhiwei dodged sideways, and said: "You are the same, you still like to covet other people's wives so much." ”

"Look at my memory, I forgot that Miss Song is married." The man ignored her taunt and pretended to pat his head, as if he had just remembered it.

Song Zhiwei was not annoyed, and sipped red wine with him in a good temper.

After the man left, I don't know if it was the alcohol intoxication or the disgusting posture on the field, Song Zhiwei wanted to vomit, she glanced at the lifeless black and white photo in front of her, turned around and went into the bathroom.

"Isn't it not coming?"

There was already a man standing at the washstand, with handsome facial features, a straight suit, and some damp moisture from his gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were hazy, with a little ruffian in his sven.

Song Zhiwei was not surprised to see the person in front of her, she unbuttoned a button on her collar and took the initiative to stick it.

Qi Su put his arm around her waist and lowered his head and licked her earlobe: "I originally thought so, but I'm afraid that if I come later, I'll have to change my hat tomorrow." ”

Song Zhiwei also smiled, put her hand on his shoulder, rubbed his chest restlessly, and her voice was hoarse with emotion.

"Not yet, he doesn't look as good as you at first glance."

They have been married for two years, and Song Zhiwei never hides herself, most of the time she takes the initiative and caters to them in different ways.

She once told her friend that Qi Su was to her taste from head to toe, and just looking at his face could taste the marrow and know the night and night.

Now it's not surprising.

In the place where she couldn't see, Qi Su showed a little playfulness, the woman's graceful curves were reflected in the mirror opposite, the cheongsam was tighter because of the bending over, and the plump legs were looming.

He knew how it felt there.

Qi Su was used to being waited, so he didn't know the word patience, he grabbed her hair and forced her to raise her head, from this point of view, Song Zhiwei's expression was even more sultry, his eyes darkened, and he said deliberately: "Today's occasion, I'm afraid it's not appropriate." ”

"Something doesn't fit." Song Zhiwei didn't care: "He's dead." ”

Qi Su replied, and kissed her on the lips in this position: "Isn't that exactly what you want?" ”

Lips and teeth collided, Song Zhiwei suddenly felt a little irritable, she knew that Qi Su was dissatisfied with her from the beginning, feeling that her legs were not thin enough, her waist was not thick enough, her hair was too long, and her breasts were too big... Only the eyes are pretty good-looking.

In the first two months of marriage, Song Zhiwei thought that he was unintentional when he was in love, so she tried her best to please him, first cut off the long hair that had been left for eight years, and lost ten pounds in another month.

In the end, I went to see him with joy, only to get one sentence: it feels bad, like a skeleton.

Later, she realized that men's likes are vague, and once they are concrete, it proves that he has a template for comparison in his heart.

What he likes is a weak silk flower who doesn't know the fireworks of the world, like her sister Song Tan.

Thinking of her defenseless self in the previous two years, Song Zhiwei felt funny.

And now, he unabashedly brought up her dark past - he did it deliberately, he knew that Song Changfeng was like an enemy to her.

Song Zhiwei didn't want to compete with him, but she didn't want to fall behind, so she said: "Song Tan is almost gone." ”

They even remember where the mole grows in each other's private parts, and of course they know what can kill each other with a single blow.

Qi Su was stunned for a moment, a dim light flashed in his eyes, he frowned, raised his foot and kicked the half-open door, followed by a touch without pity.

Song Zhiwei was not to be outdone, and pulled his tie and bumped into it, like two trapped beasts tearing each other.

In the pain of the storm, Song Zhiwei thought happily that only at this time could Qi Su look at her wholeheartedly.

I don't know how long it took for this battle to finally end.

Song Zhiwei disposed of the torn skirt, and the outside room was really empty, except for the cold smell of tobacco, no one could prove what happened here just now.

She checked the pin and smiled masochistically.

Of course she knew why he smoked, after all, just as she thought she was not worthy of him before, he also felt that he was not worthy of Song Tan.

As expected, the phone vibrated abruptly, and a message popped up.

[Sister, I miss you so much, can you come and see me? 】