Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 128 Wife

This is a room of an adult male, with poster photos of the same man hanging on the wall. The man looks handsome and extraordinary, giving Song Fei a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

Song Fei stared at the photo of the poster on the wall and pondered. After guessing the identity of this man, she was a little stunned.

The coward in my memory turned out to be so good-looking?

After the studio ended, the assistant drove Yan Jiang home. Knowing that Yan Jiang was tired of the dark night, after the car was parked outside the door, the assistant turned around and asked Yan Jiang, "Brother Jiang, do you want me to accompany you into the house?"

Yan Jiang is sleeping.

He was really sleepy, but he only dared to close his eyes and rest for a short while when there was a light in the car waiting for someone to accompany him.

Hearing the assistant's words, Yan Jiang immediately opened his eyes.

He shook his head slightly and said, "It's getting late, so you should go back and rest earlier." After speaking, he pushed open the car door, stepped out of the car with long legs, and walked towards the gate of his house. Seeing Yan Jiang open the gate of the courtyard, the tall and tall figure hides under the street lights in his courtyard, and the assistant starts the car and leaves as he walks farther and farther.

Entering the house, Yan Jiang immediately turned on all the lights on the first floor. The house was instantly brightly lit, and Yan Jiang felt at ease.

He went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found a bottle of refrigerated mineral water and took a few sips. He went upstairs to the game room, turned on the computer, turned the stereo to max, and played a rock rap.

Listening to the rap singing from the impression, Yan Jiang returned to the room. He walked over to the bed and injected Song Fei with nutritional injections, and then walked to the bathroom door while taking off his clothes.

The running water rolled over his body, swept away Yan Jiang's drowsiness.

After taking a shower, he wiped his body at will, and walked out carelessly. When he came out, Yan Jiang didn't have any clothes on, nor was he wrapped in a bathrobe. He didn't bother to find a towel to cover the important parts of his waist.

Anyway, he is the only one who is awake in this family. There is no audience. It doesn't matter if he wears it or not.

Yan Jiang hummed a song, pouted his butt in the cloakroom looking for the pajamas to wear tonight, his actions were heroic and indecent. He didn't notice at all, a hidden gaze was falling on him, all the things he should see and shouldn't see in his eyes.

Yan Jiang got dressed, walked to the bed and sat down. He bent down, put his ear to Song Fei's chest, and listened to her heartbeat. In his mouth, he gently counted the beat of Song Fei's heartbeat: "Dong dong! Dong dong! Dong dong!"

Yan Jiang listened to it for a long time, then sat up, talking to Song Fei who was in a vegetative state with some joy: "Wife, your heartbeat is so powerful today!"

Song Fei pretending to be asleep: ""

Yan Jiang's eyes were particularly bright. He took out the notebook in the drawer of the bedside table and wrote down today's observation diary in a happy mood. He wrote: [Today, my wife's heartbeat is faster and more powerful than before, is she right? About to wake up? 】

Yan Jiang pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds before closing the notebook and putting it back in the original place for collection.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, it was only at three o'clock at night that Yan Jiang went to the game room to turn off the computer.

In the huge house, it was completely quiet.

Once the night was quiet, Yan Jiang felt restless. He hurried back to the room, got into the bed, hugged Song Fei's slender waist, buried his head in Song Fei's neck and sniffed, and he was no longer so afraid.

"Goodnight wife."

After speaking, Yan Jiang kissed Song Fei on the shoulder, then closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. About thirty minutes later, Yan Jiang's breathing finally slowed down. He fell asleep, still hugging Song Fei tightly, like an insecure child.

Even if he fell asleep, a wall lamp was on in Yan Jiang's room.

Song Fei opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to look at the blue-haired head around her neck. She wanted to find a pusher to push Yan Jiang's dog hair flat, but it was an eyesore. However, with her body being held by Yan Jiang like an octopus, Song Fei couldn't move at all.

wife

Fuck it!

Song Fei was thinking about things in a daze, and she soon fell asleep again when she was out of energy.

The next day, when Song Fei woke up, Yan Jiang had disappeared, and she must have gone to work. Song Fei pulled out the nutrition needles and poured them into the toilet. During the whole process, Song Fei's gait was unsteady. After walking two steps, she had to stop and rest for a while.

I was really hungry, and my stomach was burning with hunger. Supporting the railing, Song Fei walked downstairs with difficulty. She came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and fell silent when she saw the refrigerator stuffed with various drinks and fruits.

In such a big refrigerator, there is actually nothing to eat, all of which is drinkable. Is this a good thing? Dad is right. People who drink too much will become stupid. Yan Jiang is the best example.

If you don't eat, you'll be starving.

Song Fei went back upstairs and got into Yan Jiang's cloakroom. She found a black and white shirt and put it on, as well as a pair of casual trousers and a peaked cap. Putting on trousers, she rolled up the overly long trouser legs twice. Song Fei put on a peaked cap, smashed Yan Jiang's piggy bank, and left the house with Yan Jiang's book wrapped in coins of more than 200 yuan.

Walking on the bustling street, Song Fei was a little uncomfortable.

During her vegetative years, Song Fei was actually conscious. Song Fei knew what the people around her said and did. It's just weird that she just can't wake up.

Song Fei knew that she had been sleeping for eight years, that her parents were dead, that Song Ci had been bullied, that the person who bullied them was on the loose, and that there was a coward who had eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's guts to call her. Wife, I have to put my arms around her to sleep every night

Walking into a shop selling porridge, Song Fei glanced at the menu, stared at the numbers and words, and was dazed for a moment. Then she counted eighteen coins from the black backpack and threw them on the table in front of the boss.

"A bowl of fish fillet porridge. It's thinner and boiled." Song Fei herself was shocked when she spoke suddenly after not speaking for many years. Her voice was hoarse and cold, like the snow in the North Pole.

Nowadays, people like to use Alipay and WeChat to scan codes. Not many people use cash, let alone coins. The boss gave Song Fei a strange look and smiled, "You can also scan WeChat Alipay."

Song Fei: ?

WeChat Alipay?

Song Fei became a vegetative person in 2012. In 2012, WeChat was just born, far from being a household name. Alipay is also limited to Taobao users. At that time, when walking on the street, everyone used cash, and most of the valuables were bought by swiping cards. Wherever it is like now, wherever you go, you can pay by swiping at any time.

"No." Song Fei was very calm.

The boss didn't say anything, he counted the coins and confirmed that there was no shortage of money, and then let Song Fei sit in the room. "Go in and sit for a while, it'll be fine in a while."

"Um."

Don't ask me why a vegetative person can walk when he wakes up, I understand that it is not common sense. But there is no way, the plot needs to promote, you should treat Fei Jie as a fairy. .