Zhao Cheng stroked her cheek and made her look at him.

Facing her shy eyes, Zhao Cheng leaned closer to her and whispered.

"My husband will always love you."

Song lightly burned his face.

"Hmm."

"Don't be afraid."

"Hmm."

"Good."

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and gently unbuttoned her, obviously he was almost thirty years old, but at this moment, he actually felt nervous and at a loss.

Clothes were left on the floor, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness, with the only light on the dim light of the bedside table...... Harmonious...... Harmonious...... Continue to be harmonious......

The night was long, and the moonlight flowed in through the window, and the white shirt and T-shirt on the ground lay quietly there.

And so the night passed.

…………

It was the next day when I woke up again, and the room was very dimly lit.

At this time, Song Qing squinted at the familiar ceiling, and his mind was in a state of confusion.

Tired.

This is Song Qing's mood at this time.

At this time, Song Qing wanted to go to the toilet a little, so he was silent for a while and endured the discomfort and turned over and got up from the bed.

Sitting on the bed, Song raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

She was now in a little pain in her skull, and she turned her head to look out the window, where the light was dim, and that was because the curtains hadn't been opened.

Through the gap in the curtain, Song Qing could still see a bright sun shining in.

Just looking at the sun, I knew that it was not early, and habitually reached out from under the pillow to find my mobile phone.

I turned on my phone and glanced at the time.

9：33。

Song Qing: "......"

"It's half past nine." Song muttered lightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that his voice was wrong.

Thinking of someone, Song gritted his teeth lightly, and wanted to beat him to death.

Looking down at what she was wearing, she was wearing a set of loungewear at this time, and her body was very refreshing.

Has she taken a shower?

Song Qing: "......"

With a red face, Song lightly lifted the quilt and moved to the side of the bed, put on his shoes and prepared to go to the toilet.

However, as soon as he stood up, Song Qing's feet softened, and then he fell to the ground.

Do you have a lot of question marks, kids?

Song Qing's mind was a little confused at this time.

She couldn't stand still!

She can't stand still!

Unsteady!

“……”

With a dry laugh, Song Qing bared his teeth and got up from the ground.

Trembling legs, Song walked into the bathroom with a blushing face, and only after going to the toilet did he start standing in front of the mirror to wash.

The woman in the mirror had slightly curly hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were a little more shy than usual.

But just looking at the face, it looks like you haven't slept well.

Rubbing his eyes, Song Qing took the leather band and tied his hair, and then stood in front of the pool and began to wash.

……

When Zhao Cheng walked in, Song Qing had already finished washing up and had just walked to the door.

His gaze fell on her trembling legs, and he was stunned and walked up to her.

Zhao Cheng reached out and touched Song Qing's head.

"Are you alright?"

Song glared at him lightly.

Getting the white eyes of his wife, Zhao Cheng chuckled.

Without waiting for Song to speak softly, Zhao Cheng reached out and gently picked her up and walked into the bathroom, and directly sat her on the sink.

"You? What are you doing? ”

Zhao Cheng stood in front of Song Qing and looked at her condescendingly.

"I just want to take a good look at you."

Song Qing looked up at him in a daze, and Song Qing raised his hand and touched Zhao Cheng's cheek.

Draw closer to him.

"Did you see that?"

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"Huh? Pretty. ”

Feel his gentle gaze? Song leaned closer to him and kissed him on the lips, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck.

Zhao Cheng was stunned? Watching her shy kiss? Buckle her waist and turn passive into active......

Inadvertently tilted his head and saw himself in the mirror, Song Qing's face turned even redder in an instant.

"Don't? Don't kiss, I'm hungry. Song said softly, reaching out and lowering his chest.

"Okay, take you downstairs for your husband, I'll have someone cook chicken soup for you."

Song stretched out her hand after hearing this.

"I want you to carry me."

"Hmm." Zhao Cheng turned around after hearing this? Squat down slightly.

Song Qing directly reached out to his back and wrapped it around his neck.

Zhao Cheng gently supported her leg with his hand and walked out of the bathroom directly after carrying the person on his back.

When Zhao Cheng carried Song Qing downstairs, only his son was lying on the sofa watching TV in the living room.

Zhao Yu listened to the footsteps and glanced up at them.

"Mom, you're up."

"Well, get up, son, have you eaten?"

Zhao Yu took the remote control and looked for something to see, and said, "Mom? We've eaten. ”

Zhao Cheng walked to the side of the sofa before putting Song Qing down.

After Song Qing sat down, Lu Wu over there quickly brought a bowl of chicken soup, and there was a chicken leg in it.

It looks very light, with wolfberries and bamboo shoots inside.

Just by looking at it, you know it's delicious.

Zhao Cheng sat next to Song Qing, looked at the chicken soup on the coffee table and said, "Drink more." ”

Song Qing glanced up at him? Momentarily embarrassed.

What does she look like? Is there a need to make up for it?

"Okay." After Song answered lightly? Started drinking soup and eating meat.

Drinking the soup, Song couldn't help but look at his son.

"By the way, son? What about the Zhang Ling brothers? Why didn't you see it? ”

Zhao Yu said lightly after hearing this.

"Practice on the mountain."

Song didn't continue to ask after hearing this? Practicing is the choice of the two brothers, so it is inevitable to endure hardships.

At noon, Zhao Yu went out after a family of three had lunch? And Zhao Cheng sat on the sofa and worked on the computer for an afternoon.

As for Song Qing, he naturally sat next to him and drew the draft, and the two of them were very quiet, but the hands that occasionally shook together indicated that the two of them were very abusive of single dogs.

Such a day is plain and warm, and days have passed in such a hurry.

It was a sunny day, and after two days of vigorous publicity, Zhao Yuxuan finally opened.

Because there is also the boss of Jiang's Holdings, Zhao Yuxuan's name is also played out in this circle.

On the day of the opening, Zhao Yuxuan really came a lot of people, and there were several rows of famous cars parked in several rows.

Most of the people who came were friends of Qi Miao and Jiang Cheng, and just listening to Jiang Cheng's respect for Zhao Cheng, everyone knew that Zhao Cheng was not a simple person.

So Zhao Yuxuan opened, and they naturally came together when they got the news.

At this time, at the door of Zhao Yuxuan, Song stood beside Zhao Cheng with a slight smile. And standing next to her was her son, and on the other side stood assistants Chen Wen and Lu Sheng.

"Mr. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao, congratulations."

"Congratulations on the opening, I heard my sister and brother-in-law talk about you before, I have wanted to visit for a long time, but I have never found the opportunity."

"That's it, my second brother is right, thank you very much for saving my sister and niece, I have long wanted to come to thank you and never found the opportunity, today I took advantage of Zhao Yuxuan's opening, come to congratulate, please accept the small gift."

"Thank you for coming."

"Inside, please."

Seeing that it had arrived in time, a group of people stood at the door of Zhao Yuxuan.

In the festive music student, Zhao Cheng reached out and pulled down the red silk covered by Zhao Yuxuan's plaque.

The red silk fell, and in a burst of firecrackers, Zhao Yuxuan opened.