Daily life of the beloved wife of a wealthy president

Wen Sui hung up the phone and sat on the sofa in the study in a daze.

Chong He was processing documents at the desk on the other side, and raised his head when he heard his call stopped and asked, "Zou Yi?"

Wen Sui nodded, got up from the sofa and walked over, leaned into Chong He's arms sticky, sat on his lap and hugged his neck, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Well, he said he was in love."

"Have you got a girlfriend?" Chong He stopped what he was doing, and carefully wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

Wen Sui thought for a while, then shook his head, pouted with an unhappy face: "I don't know, he didn't say anything, and then hung up, saying that he was going to chase his goddess, but unfortunately I still want to introduce Dr. Mu Mu to him Well, I dare say he has already betrayed me and has someone else!"

With righteous indignation on his face, Chong He's chin rested on the top of his head, and he rubbed helplessly and said, "Baby, don't always say such misleading things."

Wen Suicai ignored him, and angrily grabbed his hand to play with. Chong He's hands were a little calloused and rough to the touch, but Wen Sui still had a good time playing.

Chong He said: "Okay, don't be angry, little matchmaker, are you hungry, I'll ask Aunt Zhang to cook you something to eat."

Wen Sui turned his head and bit his lip fiercely, and retorted: "What kind of little matchmaker is so ugly, I'm Yuelao Xiaoxian!"

Chong He was satisfied after being gnawed by him, and an unbearable smile appeared on his lips, "Okay, little fairy, what do you want to eat?"

"Can I eat anything?" Wen Sui looked at him with shining eyes.

Chong He's heart softened when he stared at his wet eyes, and he nodded in agreement.

With just one look at Wen Sui, his heart softened. No wonder it was said that since ancient times, heroes are saddened by beauty, and ghosts are romantic even when they die under peony flowers. These words are all true!

With his guarantee, Wen Sui can push forward: "I want to eat fruit-flavored jelly, preferably sour, and I also want to eat spicy strips." Ever since Aunt Zhang made him spicy strips last time, Wen Sui has never forgotten it. , As a result, he was congratulated and said that it was junk food and he was not allowed to eat it.

If you have to eat this, then all other snacks will be confiscated, and Wen Sui's coquettishness will not work. Wen Sui was so angry that he didn't talk to him all day, and finally ran to Lai Chonghe's arms to say that I was wrong for a bite. I don't eat spicy strips anymore.

Now it's started again, Chong He's expression is extremely serious: "No, jelly is barely acceptable, and spicy strips are definitely not acceptable."

He always felt that Wen Sui, who wanted to eat both sour and spicy food, would not be pregnant with twins. Didn't he mean sour and spicy?

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Wen Sui's still-pregnant belly, feeling a little agitated in his heart.

Wen Suicai didn't know what he was thinking, and turned on the miserable mode: "I really want to eat spicy sticks. Pregnancy is already very uncomfortable, and I have to be asked not to eat what I like. It's too uncomfortable, too uncomfortable. When I was in a bad mood, my stomach became more uncomfortable and my head became dizzy."

Chong He: "..."

Even though he was talking about spicy noodles, he still felt that Wen Sui was talking about life-saving panacea.

"A little bit, just a little bit, just one." Wen Sui stretched out a finger to Chonghe, his face full of hope.

Chong He had to give in, "Just one, I'll ask Aunt Zhang to make it for you, but it won't be so fast, you can go to sleep and eat after getting up."

There is only one, and he won't notice when Chong He doesn't pay attention to him eating a little more, Wen Sui pursed his lips and secretly smiled.

At this time, Uncle Ke knocked on the door suddenly, and when he came in, his expression was unprecedentedly heavy. The atmosphere lost the warmth and ease of the two of them getting along for a while, and Wen Sui had to get nervous.

Only then did he realize that he was sitting in Chonghe's arms, looking very intimate, and he would still be shy in front of others, so he immediately blushed and got off Chonghe's body and stood behind him, leaning on the back of the chair.

Uncle Kai said solemnly, "Mr. has gone."

Chong He paused for a moment, remembering what Lin Ping said before to let him see Chong Yang for the last time, but he didn't expect it to be impossible, so he nodded: "I see."

His face was still calm, and he didn't feel the grief of his dead father at all.

"The funeral will be held in three days." Uncle Ke gave him a death certificate.

Chong He reached out to take it, glanced at it, and then said flatly: "Just ask someone to arrange it, and I will go."

After being silent for a while, he asked Uncle Shell to ask Aunt Zhang to cook something for Wen Sui. Uncle Kai retreated, and the door was closed again.

The atmosphere was very depressing for a while, Chong He quietly did not speak, and there was no expression on his face.

Wen Sui stood beside him from behind him, and Nuo Nuo called his name: "Chong He?"

His face was full of worry. From the conversation between Uncle Kai and Chong He just now, he guessed that someone had passed away, and that gentleman was probably Chong He's father who treated him very badly.

Chong He appeared indifferent on the surface, but in fact this reaction should be very uncomfortable.

After all, no matter what, he was also his father.

It took Chonghe a long time to raise his head to look at Wen Sui, the corners of his mouth twitched and his smile was very weak, his eyes were deep and no emotion could be seen.

He said calmly to Wen Sui, "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

After speaking, he stood up and left the study to go to the cubicle bathroom.

Wen Sui followed him silently and stood at the door waiting for him silently.

It took Chonghe a long time to come out, his face was wet with water, his forehead was wet with water, and hung on his forehead, making him not look so fierce, but approachable like a dazed big boy.

Wen Sui raised his hand and touched the broken hair on his forehead due to the movement, helped him to smooth it out, touched the water with his hand, it was Chonghe calmly pouring water on his face to control his emotions.

Chong He grabbed his hand and whispered, "I'm fine."

Wen Sui looked at him quietly, not knowing how to comfort him, and his eyes were red with confusion.

He lowered his head, not wanting Chonghe to see his envy, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll accompany you to your father's funeral."

At this moment, he is very well-behaved, even the curls on his hair are in order, and the little curly hair is very eye-catching.

Chong He put his hands on his hair and stroked his hair twice, before showing a bitter smile: "Fool, why are you hurting, that person treated me so badly, he is gone, you should be happy for me."

Wen Sui raised his head to look at him, his face was blank, he couldn't tell if Chong He was telling the truth or a lie, subconsciously he felt that he was very uncomfortable.

So he stepped forward and took the initiative to hug Chonghe, and said: "Then don't be sad, I will listen to you carefully in the future, be happy, don't be too uncomfortable, you feel uncomfortable for me

It was also uncomfortable, worse than not eating.

He said the last sentence very quietly and vaguely, but Chong He heard it clearly, and his heart felt warm and swollen.

The little fool!

Early morning three days later.

"You don't need to accompany me. The funeral is boring and affects your mood. You can rest at home obediently and wait for me to come back."

Before dawn, Chong He was already fully dressed, and Wen Sui got up when he heard him get up, rubbing his eyes and leaning on his side all the time, not very sober in a daze, but he insisted on going with him.

He held Chonghe's arm to prevent him from going away, he was still wearing pajamas, his hair was messy sleeping, his cheeks were flushed, attractive and delicious.

His eyelids were heavy and were about to close, but every time he closed them, he forcefully opened them, and his eyes were already bloodshot.Chong He sighed deeply, directly picked him up and put him back on the bed, helped him tuck the corners of the quilt, and after a while of coaxing Wen Sui, he fell asleep.

Today's weather is not very good, gloomy, mobile phone weather forecast says there will be heavy rain.

Chong He's mood now is the same as that day, it seems that every time he sees those people, the weather is so bad, probably God has seen his inner thoughts.

It's ironic, he has been expecting this person to die, but in the end, when he really died, he was not happy, but a little bored, probably because of the weather, that person also lay down in a cold coffin, and then into the stove, All that was left was the ashes.

Thinking of how high-spirited he used to be, in the end he was just a handful of ashes that could be blown away by the wind.

His appearance at the funeral caused quite a stir. After all, he was the heir of Sui Yi of the Chong family and the official son of "Sui Yi" in Chongyang. He was supposed to handle the funeral, but he just showed his face in the end.

Some people in the business world came over to express their condolences to Chong He with a serious face. As for the heartbroken woman crying on the ground and the young man in the wheelchair, no one paid attention to it. Occasionally, the past was just hypocritical to make them look away. .

After all, some of the people present were also a bunch of illegitimate children of mistresses from outside lovers, but there were not many who brought mistresses into their homes and forced their original spouses to death, especially those who hated illegitimate children and mistresses treated them as transparent, looking at their eyes Also full of disdain.

Chong II was sitting on pins and needles, but his legs couldn't stand up at all. He fixed his eyes on Chong He who was talking to someone not far away, and clenched his fists tightly.

Comparing people to people is really infuriating, Chong He is handsome and rich, tall and capable, he is an enviable diamond king, but he is just a waste who has no fame and fortune and can't stand up.

With gloomy eyes, he glanced at Lin Ping, who was kneeling and crying on the ground, and called out, "Mom."

Lin Ping was crying so hard that Chong Jie called out several times before she raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was pale.

Chong Min signaled her not to look far away with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Mom, hurry up."

"But..." Lin Ping hesitated, sobbing.

"But what? You are here but next time I will be the one lying in the coffin!" Chong Min's tone was irritable, and if he could stand up, he would definitely pounce on him.

"Look, Dad was killed. We were killed so badly. Why are you still struggling? I am your son. What will I do if you don't help me?" Chong Min beat his half-crippled legs.

"Help you, Mom will help you." Lin Ping stopped his hand, lowered her head and sobbed a few times, then wiped away her tears.

Lin Ping looked sad and desolate, as if he had been moved by him, she stood up tremblingly while supporting Chongmi's wheelchair, and Chongmi took out a knife from under the chair.

Leigh's knife was in her hand.

Lin Ping trembled her hands, the tip of the knife was glowing coldly, she looked at Chong He who was not far away, her breath was heavy, her eyes were still so infatuated, but there was a hint of ambiguity and determination in her eyes. rushed in the direction of Chonghe...

"careful!"

Chong He turned his head in response, his pupils shrinking slightly.

There was a scream, the tip of the knife flickered, and there was a sound of "噗味", the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh, and the smell of blood filled everyone's noses.