Su Wanyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she made up her mind to go back to her room as soon as she got home and never give her husband the opportunity to blame her.
She kept her head down, though she didn't show it.
But Song Jihuai knew what she was thinking just by looking at her.
The car stopped at the door.
Su Wanyu reached out to open the car door, but when she did, she couldn't find the handle. The touch didn't seem right, so she didn't dare look up, just rubbing her hands around.
I reacted belatedly and pulled my hand back as if I had been electrocuted!
"Have you touched enough?"
Song Jihuai's low voice sounded in her ears. Su Wanyu nodded subconsciously, then reacted and shook her head.
What have you touched enough and what haven’t you touched enough?
Such ruthless words are really... My husband's face is getting thicker and thicker!
Su Wanyu thought secretly in her heart.
"Oh."
Song Jihuai laughed softly, which was very seductive.
"I've touched you enough..." His voice was filled with an indescribable charm, making people feel that he was not serious at the moment: "Then tell me about what happened last night."
He slowed down his speech after a short sentence.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips, knowing that escape was not a solution. She raised her eyes and gave Song Jihuai a slightly flattering smile: "Husband."
Her voice is soft and catchy.
Song Jihuai's heart softened just by hearing her call him that, but he remained calm on the surface and continued to stare at her.
Su Wanyu felt a lot of pressure and looked at Song Jihuai pitifully: "Husband, I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again."
No matter what, admit your mistake first!
Although her husband looks fierce, she thinks he is a good man.
Song Jihuai suppressed his smile and continued to look at her.
Su Wanyu was unsure and felt that her husband was even more difficult to deal with than Mr. Song.
Song Jihuai had teased her enough and finally spoke: "When did you learn to write calligraphy?" He asked casually, but Su Wanyu's heart was lifted.
She just can do it.
As the legitimate daughter of a marquis, she started learning calligraphy at the age of four and five, and her calligraphy was famous throughout the city. But, I couldn't explain it to my husband like this, could I?
Her mind raced, and she finally blinked and looked at Song Jihuai: "Just, I suddenly learned how to write."
Anyway, we don’t know why she is here, so it doesn’t matter if she says that.
Song Jihuai lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in them.
He had also practiced calligraphy, so he could see that the handwriting Su Wanyu wrote today would have been impossible without years of hard practice.
So... even though he didn't want to doubt it, he still couldn't help but wonder, Su Wanyu, how come she suddenly became like this?
Even though Song Jihuai didn't say anything, Su Wanyu was still a little nervous. She felt that her husband was even scarier when he didn't speak.
Su Wanyu's eyes moved rapidly, and she was just thinking about how to change the subject.
But in the current situation, no matter what she said, it seemed wrong.
Finally, she called out softly, "Husband."
Song Jihuai immediately couldn't bear to ask any more questions and could only comfort himself in his heart. No matter what, Su Wanyu had answered. Although that answer was indeed a bit perfunctory.
But none of it matters.
Song Jihuai looked at her: "Then about going to the bar..." You have to explain it.
The smile on Su Wanyu's face froze again.
Could she say that she just didn't know how to explain these two things?
This time, Song Jihuai showed no intention of backing down. He stared at her, waiting for her reaction. Su Wanyu was extremely conflicted: "I, I just want to watch the fun."
She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Song Jihuai at all, so she didn't see the smile in his eyes.
"Watching the fun?"
Song Jihuai raised his eyebrows slightly, as if wondering what the fun was that she was just watching.
Su Wanyu became even more nervous.
"I won't dare to do it again next time." She hurriedly admitted her mistake, but Song Jihuai's point was: "Will there be a next time?"
"No, there won't be a next time!"
Su Wanyu immediately changed her words.
Dare to do it again? Unless she is crazy.
Song Jihuai was slightly satisfied, but the little woman still refused to take the bait, which gave him a headache: "Compensate me."
compensate?
Su Wanyu pondered over the two words and was completely confused.
She finally raised her eyes, trying to see some clues from her husband's face. But after looking carefully for a long time, Su Wanyu finally had an idea and kissed Song Jihuai on the corner of his lips.
"Compensation." She looked at Song Jihuai with her clear eyes.
Song Jihuai's lips curled up, and there was a smile in his eyes. He leaned towards Su Wanyu, and his breath fell on her ears, intimate and ambiguous: "Not enough."
This posture!
Su Wanyu's face flushed red, and she glanced at Song Jihuai with one eye, her soft lips brushing across the man's cheek.
Song Jihuai's body stiffened. Just the contact between the two of them made his heartbeat a little abnormal.
"Baji!"
Su Wanyu kissed him again.
Seeing no reaction from Song Jihuai, she pursed her lips, suppressed her shyness, and kissed him again.
The third time.
The fourth time.
…
Song Jihuai didn't expect such a pleasant surprise, so he swallowed the words in his throat.
For a while.
Su Wanyu said aggrievedly: "Husband, my mouth is numb..."
Song Jihuai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He put his arm around her and said, "Let's go home." He was really satisfied!
After dinner, Song Jihuai went to the study to work, and Su Wanyu and Mrs. Zhang baked some cookies and brought them to him.
She put the biscuit down and her eyes fell on the laptop.
The Song Group owns a high-end luxury brand, and right now it is releasing the design drawings for the latest season.
“These clothes are so beautiful.”
Su Wanyu sighed.
Song Jihuai ate a small cookie and looked up at the little woman: "Do you really think it looks good?"
"Yeah." Su Wanyu nodded honestly, but hesitated for a moment before adding, "It's nice, but... it's a bit empty and lacks substance."
Song Jihuai suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Su Wanyu.
Su Wanyu seemed unaware and whispered, "Husband, our Chinese nation has a history of thousands of years. Even the most ordinary embroidery on clothes has its own story and meaning. Why can't such an element be made into a brand?"
Song Jihuai was stunned.
Su Wanyu continued to express her opinion: "Actually, making clothes is very troublesome. If it is purely handmade and custom-made with hand embroidery, it can still be high-end luxury."
There was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, she missed the clothes she used to wear.
Song Jihuai's heart was also touched.
yes.
Why can’t it be made into a brand?
The speaker may not intend it, but the listener may take it seriously.
…
Early the next morning.
The alarm clock woke Su Wanyu up from her sleep. She reached out and turned off the alarm clock, buried her head in the quilt for a while, and then got up resignedly!
She didn't know why, she used to get up at five o'clock every day, but since coming here she likes sleeping in more and more.
She changed her clothes and went downstairs.
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