After marrying the richest husband

After two days, it was the routine single holiday.

After training on Saturday night, Sang Qiao trotted all the way back to the dormitory, took a bath towel seriously for half an hour, then stood in front of the mirror and twisted his body like twisting twists to look at his fart for a long time valley.

Finally, he took out his fresh milk baby cream from the drawer, and spread an even layer on the fart, which looked white and tender.

Should look good overall.

Sang Qiao nodded with reluctant satisfaction, pulled off the big bath towel and put it on his body, and began to look for clothes in the closet in the dormitory seriously.

Although he has entered Class A, due to the intense training and tight schedule, there is almost no time left for Sang Qiao to move the dormitory.

In addition, Sang Qiao was lazy and didn't want to go to the dormitory of Class A to meet Jiang Tong every day, so he simply stayed in the dormitory at the beginning of Class F.

Anyway, it is a room for two, and the space is enough.

Sang Qiao was crouching in front of the closet with his butt pouted, rummaging through the closet.

Jiang Kai, who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria, opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Sang Qiao's appearance, Jiang Kai said in surprise: "Qiao, are you going to move the dormitory! Are you going to abandon my wife and son and leave me?!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao pulled his own big bath towel: "No, I'm looking for something to wear at home."

Jiang Kai breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door of the dormitory and returned to his desk: "Oh, it's just one day, and when I go back to my home, I can just wear whatever I want? It's not like going to a beauty pageant."

Most of Sangqiao's wardrobe is clothes added by Fu Xingzhou, both in size and color.

The style is small, and almost all of them are transported by air, and the shirt has never been hit since the show.

Sang Qiao buried his head in the closet and searched again, pulled out a windbreaker that looked very slim and a cute sweater, and asked Jiang Kai: "Which one do you think is better?" ?”

Jiang Kai had already spread his large font on the bed, and sat up straight like a zombie: "Sweater? Anyway, your dad is old, and older people like juniors to wear cute clothes."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao hesitated to speak and struggled with the topic of "your father" for two seconds, but still didn't speak, and recalled the age on Fu Xingzhou's marriage certificate to himself.

Followed by.

Sang Qiao suddenly remembered what other uncles, aunts and aunts said on the bus when he was about to go to Fu's headquarters building more than two months ago...

Then there was Sang Qing's sudden divorce.

Mrs. Sang was vague.

Sang Qiao hugged her little bath towel tightly, and frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.

To be honest, Sangqiao had already forgotten his guess at the time.

I didn't expect to be reminded suddenly by Jiang Kaiyi today...

Sang Qiao was a little worried while thinking.

Maybe Fu Xingzhou just knew he couldn't do it, that's why he didn't make reasonable demands in that regard after marriage.

But now, it must have gone through a very complicated psychological test and mustered up the courage to bring it up.

Sang Qiao sighed and felt that Fu Xingzhou was really a good person again.

Such a good person, even if he is not good in that aspect, he can't let others down.

Seeing the time is not too late.

Sang Qiao quickly put on the sweater, put on a pair of jeans that lined the slender and straight legs, put on sneakers, and rushed out of the program building with her mobile phone in a hurry.

Saturday training runs until [-]pm.

The period from [-] o'clock to [-] o'clock in the morning of the second week's Monday is the rest time for the trainees.

The night in Beicheng had already fallen.

Sang Qiao stood on the cold wind howling road, subconsciously touched his pocket.

Oh, the sweater has no pockets.

There is no mask in the pocket.

The street lights on the street have been turned on, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.

Sang Qiao walked across two streets with his head down like a thief, and finally bought a sturdy black cotton mask in an unremarkable store.

With a face block, it looks like he is going to kill and rob.

Sangqiao, who was wearing a mask, found another store and bought a black hat of the same style.

After covering himself from head to toe, he sat down on the curb.

Hold your phone and start searching for nearby sex toy stores.

However, after searching for a long time, I couldn't find one that looked more reliable, especially many of them had a long list of English names that Sangqiao didn't know.

Weak, dazed and helpless, Sang Qiao thought about the search results for a while, quit Baidu Maps, and turned on the omnipotent food delivery software.

Search again.

Not only can you find sex toys, but the store owner also thoughtfully marked the usage and purpose on the pictures of each model.

Wonderful!

Sang Qiao sat on the side of the curb and spent nearly an hour to place the order. When choosing the address, he wisely chose the small forest behind the subway station.

About half an hour passed.

The takeaway boy in a blue vest came to Sangqiao with his love and hope, holding three kraft paper bags that were extremely tightly sealed.

Sang Qiao was standing in the grove, shivering with the cold, wearing a black hat and mask. When he saw the delivery guy, he greeted him as if he was a relative.

The takeaway boy was scared by Sang Qiao's outfit and took a step back, and asked tentatively, "It's you who speak the most rudely... sir?"

Sang Qiao: "Yes, yes! Thank you for your hard work."

Delivery guy: "..."

The takeaway boy handed the three bags in his hand to Sang Qiao, and left with subtle eyes.

And Sang Qiao followed the faint street lamp to carefully observe the three kraft paper bags, and after confirming that nothing could be seen from the outside, he happily picked up the bags and took a taxi home.

It takes about two hours to drive from the training building of the program group to Fu Xingzhou's villa.

Before Fu Xingzhou asked him when he would go home, Sang Qiao didn't answer honestly, and told Fu Xingzhou that he would not be able to go back until Sunday morning.

Fu Xingzhou didn't refuse either, and after confirming the itinerary with Raven, he told Sang Qiao to pick him up at seven o'clock on Sunday morning.

Sang Qiao happily sat in the car holding three kraft paper bags, watching through the car window as he was getting closer to home, even the smile on his face was sweet.

This order was also the driver's last order today. Seeing that Sang Qiao was in a good mood, he chatted with him: "Young man, you live in a high-end residential area like Yongshui No. [-], and you still take a taxi?"

Sang Qiao frowned: "That's right, I don't have a car myself."

The driver said again: "How much is your villa?"

Sang Qiao is very honest: "I don't know."

Driver: "Didn't you buy it yourself?"

Sang Qiao shook his head: "No, it's me...well, it's a nice man's house. He felt sorry for me, so he let me stay for a few days."

The driver let out a meaningful oh and fell silent.

The car finally stopped in front of Yongshui No. [-] villa area.

Sang Qiao didn't let the driver drive any further, and walked down with three big kraft paper bags in his arms, rubbing against the security guard's patrol car and returning to the yard.

As soon as he entered the door, he ran into the butler Yuan Bo head-on.

Uncle Yuan seemed to have just come out of the hall, and his expression was not very good, especially when he walked around the entrance and saw Sangqiao, he was obviously shocked: "Mr. Sang, don't you come back tomorrow morning?"

Sang Qiao carefully held the kraft paper bag firmly: "Slipped away early! I'll put things on it first, is Fu Xingzhou back yet?"

Uncle Yuan: "..."

Uncle Yuan hesitated for a moment, and stopped Sang Qiao when he was about to pass through the entrance, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Sang, your father is here. He is sitting in the hall now."