Chapter 14 A very obedient man!

This is a large flat of nearly 300 square meters.

Song Xi stood at the entrance and looked around the entire room. There were panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, and the interior decoration was clean and bright, with an overall cool color scheme.

Such a house type where every inch of land is valuable would cost at least 20 million in Beijing.

"Your house is so big." Song Xi exclaimed.

"You haven't been back?" Jing Zhuo turned his head to look at her, opened the shoe cabinet at the entrance, and found a pair of large men's slippers for her.

"This is the common property of our husband and wife. I gave you the password on the day we got the marriage certificate and you can use it as you wish," he added.

Song Xi put her feet into his big slippers and said, "Oh, I've been staying at a friend's house these days and don't have time to come and see you."

In fact, compared to the discomfort of living in his house, she would certainly prefer to live with Zhang Hening.

After all, she was used to living in He's house.

"Move over here," Jing Zhuo said, "Your friend might be moving soon too."

"ah?"

Jing Zhuo smiled but said nothing.

The company is 16 kilometers away from Hezhai. With Zhang Hening's behavior, it would be strange for him to get up early to go to work.

There is a single apartment on the other side of the river, which I can give her as a home when the time comes.

He bent down, picked up the shoes that Song Xi had taken off, and placed them neatly in the shoe cabinet.

In the spacious shoe cabinet, there is a pair of leather shoes and a pair of canvas shoes, one big and one small, which are very harmonious and pleasing to the eye.

Jing Zhuo looked at her for a few more seconds, closed the door, and gave his new wife a gentle but try not to be cold smile.

"It's my own home, sit wherever you want."

The two had only slept together once and met twice, and they were as strangers as they could be.

Of course, Song Xi couldn't treat this house as her own home in the short term, so she sat down on the sofa with a little hesitation.

Then he watched Jing Zhuo go to the water dispenser, tap a few times, pour a cup of warm water, take out a slice of freeze-dried lemon from the refrigerator, put it in the cup, and handed it to her.

She has the habit of drinking lemonade.

I didn’t expect Jingzhuo to have one too! ?

Song Xi's heart moved slightly. She took a sip of the water cup. It was the same temperature she was used to drinking. It seemed as if this place was exactly the same as He's house and nothing had changed.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Jing Zhuo sat opposite her, watching her sip the water, and suddenly said:

"Mrs. Jing, I want to make three rules with you."

"What?"

Song Xi looked up in confusion, not reacting for a moment.

"As a married person, I don't want my future marriage to be polite and distant. I want a marriage where we support each other and love each other, so... we need to cultivate our relationship."

Cultivation, feelings?

Song Xi held the cup of water, feeling a little numb.

She is having a marriage agreement with someone else, and this guy is having a marriage first, love later with her?

What a pure man.

"How, how to train it?" Song Xi blurted out.

Jing Zhuo poured her a cup of warm water, his tone serious and solemn.

"Based on the above marriage goals, I did some research and established a few rules for marriage."

"One, sleeping in the same bed. Two, one private date every weekend. Three, having sex at least once a week."

"What do you think?"

Song Xi: “…”

Help!

How can he talk about sex life so seriously?

Like talking business.

Thinking of the fragmented memories of that night, she begged several times, but this man did not obey in bed.

The tips of Song Xi's ears turned redder and redder.

"No," she said. "We're not familiar with each other yet. I'm very particular about my own bed, and sleeping with others can easily lead to insomnia."

"Even the second one won't work. In our photography business, there are no fixed weekends. When it's busy, it's common to work overtime for half a month."

"Three times is not an option... Things like this should be done naturally. If you force it, what's the difference between us and fuck buddies?"

And... it hurts so much.

He actually did it more than once that night.

No experience yet.

She felt uncomfortable, had a trauma, and became disenchanted with such things.

Seeing that the conditions proposed by the man were rejected one by one, Song Xi felt a little nervous.

Otherwise... let's get a divorce.

"Okay, I promise you." Jing Zhuo suddenly spoke.

Song Xi: “?”

"As long as we're married, everything will be done at your own pace. There's no rush to have sex, and there's no rush to do anything else. How about that?"

So we made three rules, but ended up meeting for a long time and ended up in vain.

Song Xi suddenly felt that he was quite easy to talk to.

He looks cold on the surface and speaks in a rather tough and domineering tone.

But whenever she refused, he accepted everything.

A very obedient man.

Song Xi nodded repeatedly: "That's great."

"So, is your wife free this afternoon?"

"Um?"

"I've made an appointment with the real estate transaction center to add your name to this house."

"Is this so fast?" Song Xiren was still a little confused.

She had a luxurious large flat out of nowhere, and it always felt like a dream and it was unreal to her.

"Hurry up," the man said gently, "Only when your name is added will you feel comfortable moving back in."

"And I have no plans to separate from my wife during marriage."

What else could Song Xi say?

Just do it.

…

The two spent the whole afternoon collecting materials from all over and added Song Xi's name to the house.

After coming out of the real estate exchange, Song Xi was a little hesitant.

She also has a small apartment in South City under her name. Should her name be added to the apartment as well?

After all, it is considered common property.

She thought about it and finally confessed: "Well, actually, I also have a small apartment..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Jing Zhuo.

"Need not."

He lowered his eyes, looked at her seriously and said, "Although we are married, I will not covet any of your property. Yours is still yours, whether it is real estate or savings. You don't need to tell me the details. It's not easy for girls to save some money. Keep it for yourself."

Song Xi was a little confused: "Won't you lose out by doing this?"

He slept with someone for no apparent reason and married a strange wife. They had only met twice. He bought her a pigeon egg and divided the house between them. Which man would be so fooled?

In the sunset, Jing Zhuo smiled rarely. He looked down at her, and his eyes and eyebrows were melting.

"I'm lucky to marry you."

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Song Xi always had the feeling that he had been secretly in love with her for many years.

But... she obviously didn't know him.

Song Xi thought about it and couldn't help asking, "Jing Zhuo, did we know each other before?"