After marrying the richest husband

Probably because of just waking up, Sang Qiao's round eyes were still misty, and he looked a little silly.

Fu Xingzhou couldn't hold back, bowed his head and kissed Sangqiao on the forehead: "Tired?"

Sang Qiao squinted his eyes and looked like he wanted to nod at first, but then suddenly remembered that he still had tasks tonight, so he shook his head quickly: "No, no, I'm not tired."

Fu Xingzhou seemed to find Sang Qiao's active refutation very interesting, and asked again: "I'm not tired, so what do you want to do?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was choked by Fu Xingzhou's question, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to pat the bed on the other side: "Aren't we...tonight to sleep together?"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

The little fool.

Fu Xingzhou squeezed Sangqiao's face: "I'm going to take a bath, if you're sleepy, go to bed first."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao: "Huh?"

Sang Qiao's eyes were wide open, and he said in disbelief and disappointment, "Aren't you going to sleep tonight?"

He has cleaned himself up for nothing...

Also oiled...

If you don't sleep, you're wasting...

Sang Qiao was a little bit sorry for his fresh milk baby cream, he hesitated to speak, glanced at Fu Xingzhou, and shook his head regretfully in his heart.

Forget it.

Don't sleep if you don't sleep.

Maybe they are too busy today and are in a bad state.

Sang Qiao comforted himself, and felt that he should understand Fu Xingzhou.

Naturally, Fu Xingzhou didn't know that Sang Qiao had quickly made up for him a big scene about a man's kidney deficiency and kidney deficiency. He only saw Sang Qiao's bright eyes rolling around several times.

He was tucked into the corner of the quilt by Sang Qiao: "Don't worry today, it's already twelve o'clock. I'm going to take a shower. If you're sleepy, go to bed first, okay?"

Sang Qiao pinched the quilt honestly: "That's good."

The mattress in Fu Xingzhou's room should be of the same type as the mattress in Sangqiao's upstairs room, and it feels almost the same to sleep on it.

It's just that Sangqiao's room is a round bed.

Fu Xingzhou's room was a big bed measuring three meters by two meters.

Sang Qiao rolled a few times on the bed while listening to the sound of water in the bathroom.

When he rolled to the side of the bed, he opened the bedside table and took a look at the kraft paper bag he had hidden inside.

The things in the three kraft paper bags have been sorted into categories, and there are labels on them that Sang Qiao just noted upstairs.

such as.

This is for my own use.

This is for my own use.

This is for Fu Xingzhou.

I don't know how to use this, to be studied.

But it looks like it won't work today.

Ugh.

Sang Qiao carefully closed the bedside table, lay on the bed with his hands on his head like spreading pancakes, and waited for Fu Xingzhou to come back from the shower.

About another 5 minutes passed.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Perhaps it was because Sang Qiao had fallen asleep, so Fu Xingzhou walked out of the bathroom with only a towel tied underneath.

The normally meticulously combed hair was still wet at this time, with a few strands scattered on his forehead, making him appear younger than usual.

Sang Qiao sneakily narrowed his eyes, looked at Fu Xingzhou's six-pack abs enviously for a while, then reached out his hand under the quilt to touch the soft flesh on his belly, and sighed sadly. angry.

Fu Xingzhou simply wiped his hair twice, walked to the other side and turned on the bed.

Just lay down.

I saw Sangqiao on the other side of the bed arching over from there like a baby silkworm under the quilt.

Arched to Fu Xingzhou's side.

Although it seems that Fu Xingzhou will not have sex with him tonight.

Sang Qiao also felt that he couldn't just sleep like this without any effect.

So he raised his face from under the quilt, and said to Fu Xingzhou sincerely: "If we don't sleep, do you need me to warm your quilt? I just warmed up my side, and it's still warm!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou just took off the bath towel when he went to bed, but now he is wearing a pair of silk pajama pants all over his body.

And when Sang Qiao approached.

It really brought the heat from the other side of his bed.

Searing, almost scalding heat.

Fu Xingzhou's breath was ignited in the silent night.

Luckily the lights were dim.

Fu Xingzhou doesn't have to worry too much about scaring Sang Qiao in front of him with his current appearance.

His chest heaved violently a few times, he held his breath, and said slowly, "No need. I'll do it myself."

Sang Qiao who was ruthlessly rejected: "..."

The silence in the room seemed to make Fu Xingzhou realize that what he just said was a little abrupt, and he changed the subject: "Tomorrow is a day off, I will take you out, where do you want to go?"

Sang Qiao: "Hey..."

Although he grew up in Beicheng, Sang Qiao has rarely been to other superfluous places except that he took a few parks with his class in the spring outing when he was in elementary school, as well as some of the filming locations he went to when he was filming.

Although he is from Beicheng, he may not be as familiar with the map of Beicheng as netizens.

Sang Qiao thought for a while but couldn't think of a specific place, and said sullenly: "I don't know... Otherwise, let's go to the National Museum?"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou never imagined that the date scene he was looking forward to from Sangqiao before going to the performance would be two people visiting the National Museum together.

Sang Qiao, who said this idea, was still serious, and had no intention of changing his mind at all.

Fu Xingzhou sighed deeply, and struggled to ask, "Don't you want to go to Happy Valley?"

Sang Qiao shook his head: "No, no, Happy Valley is too exciting, and you have to queue up and spend money to buy tickets."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou wanted to say something more.

Sang Qiao arched into his arms again, and said in a low voice: "Let's go to the National Museum, I wanted to go a long time ago! My classmates in junior high school all went to the National Museum for history class, but I was in junior high school. Dropped out of school and never had time to go there again."

Except in remote villages these days, there are very few children who drop out of school and go home without even finishing junior high school.

Sang Qiao mentioned it very naturally, and his tone was no different from usual.

Fu Xingzhou didn't say anything else, and stretched out his hand to hug Sang Qiao, who was already in his arms, closer: "Okay, let's go to the museum tomorrow."

There are more people in the National Expo on Sunday than usual.

They were so old that their hair was white and their hair was white, and they were as young as young children, and there were many families with all their members mobilized.

Although there are many people at the door, it is generally quiet.

Coupled with the large area of ​​the National Expo, you will not meet many people along the way.

Not to mention entertainment reporters.

Sang Qiao didn't wear a hat, but only a medical blue and white mask.

Holding Fu Xingzhou's hand, he walked uprightly in the aisle of the National Expo, looking east and west, left and right.

However, although there are introductory words written in front of the cultural relics in many national museums, it is still necessary to contact history to understand more.

Sang Qiao was held by Fu Xingzhou with one hand, and the other hand was used to point to the cultural relics and ask questions.

Compared with Sangqiao's question and three questions, Fu Xingzhou's understanding of this aspect is obviously much deeper.

Not only can I answer Sangqiao's question, but I can also give him an extension, and by the way, I have introduced several cultural relics next to it.

Two venues walk down.

Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou from his gratitude to the good man and benefactor to the admiration of the scumbag for the tyrant.

When passing by the vending machine, Xuezha even took the initiative to twist a bottle of mineral water for Xueba.

Handing it over with both hands, he said bluntly, "Fu Xingzhou, you are so amazing, you can make money and learn at the same time."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou silently glanced at Nongfu Spring in front of him, took it, and took a sip.

Not very sweet.

How can his mulberry bridge be sweet.

Fu Xingzhou had no intention of telling Sangqiao that there were better things than those in the National Museum in many auctions abroad and in the port area, nor did he tell Sangqiao that similar items would be introduced in the bulletin board of every auction.

He unscrewed the bottle cap without comprehension, and helped Sang Qiao adjust the position of the mask: "Bored?"

Sang Qiao quickly took two breaths through the mask: "It's not stuffy anymore!"

Fu Xingzhou wanted to say something more, but suddenly his expression froze, he turned and walked towards the corner wall.

Sang Qiao didn't know why, so he just followed two steps.

He saw Fu Xingzhou stop by the wall.

I don't know what to say, and two girls in school uniforms walked out from behind the corner.

One of the girls still held a mobile phone in her hand and lowered her head slightly.

There was a usual indifference in Fu Xingzhou's voice, looking at the girl in front of him: "Sorry, I just noticed your flashing light, I think I need to check your phone."

The girl held the phone tightly, and said stubbornly: "I, I didn't take pictures! You have no proof!"

Fu Xingzhou frowned, and seemed to have worked hard to hold back his temper: "It's not convenient for my wife to be photographed. If you just took a photo, please let me handle it."

The two girls were obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at each other: "My love, are you married?"

Fu Xingzhou's voice was getting colder and colder, and it was obvious that the few patience he had was exhausted: "Yes. So I don't want to see you in court because of the violation of sexual rights."

Fu Xingzhou often treats unfamiliar people as indifferently as autumn leaves.

And the girls were not very old, so they panicked for a while after being frightened by a few words.

After hesitating for a moment, he handed the phone to Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou did not look at the phones of the two, but took out a card directly from his wallet.

I made another call, and then said to the two girls: "My driver will be here soon, and he will take you to format your phone first. As compensation, there is 5 yuan on this card, and the password is six zeros. I hope you can understand."

Girls: "..."

The driver who drove Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao was waiting outside the museum, and soon passed the ID card verification, took the mobile phone and walked out with the two girls.

Sang Qiao watched helplessly as the two girls happily followed the driver with the 5 yuan from the sky, envy was written all over their faces for a moment.

Fu Xingzhou came over: "What's wrong?"

Sang Qiao was very aggrieved: "They are treated well...you can get money for sneak shots, why do you give them 5 yuan?"

Fu Xingzhou followed Sangqiao's line of sight and looked out, the arc of his lips was cold and indifferent: "Not everyone will give them 5 yuan."

Sang Qiao: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou pinched Sangqiao's soft earlobe: "After eating the sweetness once, I want to eat it for the second time. When they take more pictures, not everyone will deal with it like me."

and.

If it wasn't for Sangqiao.

He wouldn't do that either.

Fu Xingzhou watched the backs of the driver and the two girls disappear at the gate, and stretched out his hand to put the big hood on Sangqiao's sweater over his head: "Let's go, let's go to dinner."

The dinner that Fu Xingzhou said was different from what Sang Qiao thought.

Sang Qiao thought he was eating a casual meal outside and went home to wash up and sleep fragrantly.

The dinner that Fu Xingzhou ordered was at the most famous revolving restaurant in Beicheng.

The nearly 300-meter-high tower shone with colorful lights in the night, and all the tables and chairs in the restaurant were rearranged, leaving only the last delicately decorated European-style dinner table.

Sang Qiao had only seen news about this restaurant in magazines and entertainment news before, and even looked at the location of the restaurant from a distance at the bottom of the tower when he was in the car.

The materials and table cases of the chef and western food chef are all placed outside.

A band is waiting at the other end of the revolving restaurant across the hollow central patio.

When Fu Xingzhou walked in with Sang Qiao, the six people waiting at the door bowed to the two of them with polite smiles: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Sang, welcome."

Sang Qiao: "..."

This is the first time Sangqiao has eaten at this kind of place.

It turns out that the marketing account is not deceiving on this point.

There are really awesome restaurants in this city, where you can see the night view of the entire North City.

Fu Xingzhou should have made a reservation in advance, and the food was served quickly one by one.

The band playing at the other end of the restaurant was flat and melodious.

Although there are more than twenty people in the whole band, they seem to be very harmonious.

It looks expensive at first glance.

Sang Qiao tremblingly withdrew his gaze from around the restaurant.

The staff in uniform poured two glasses of golden wine into the glasses.

Then he turned around and uncovered the covered dining car behind him.

Revealing a bouquet of delicate roses.

Although they are all roses, the colors are different.

The layers of the outer circle are composed of all blue roses.

Only the innermost ones are dazzling red roses, forming the shape of a heart.

Huge bunch.

Can't tell how many there are.

Three sweet-looking waitresses held up the bouquet of roses from the dining table, one on the left and one on the right.

Put it on the side of the Sangqiao dining chair, bent over to him and said: "Mr. Sang, these are the flowers that Mr. Fu ordered for you. There are nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers in total. Among them, nine hundred are special blue enchantresses, and 99 For red roses. Hope you like it."

The service staff in this type of restaurant don't talk much, and leave quickly after the introduction.

Only Sangqiao was left in a daze.

And Fu Xingzhou who was sitting opposite the Sang Bridge.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses are too many, and the volume of the bouquet makes it only possible to place it in the corridor next to the table for two.

The colorful lights of the restaurant jumped on the bouquet of roses, making Sangqiao feel dazed for a moment.

then.

He heard Fu Xingzhou say to him.

"Sangqiao, I love you. With nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, I wonder if I can spend the rest of my life with you."