He Qingchi felt very tired, as if his hands and feet were bound by soft silk and threw them into the abyss. She tried hard to wake up, and this feeling suddenly returned to many years ago when she was insomnia and taking medicine.

After struggling in his consciousness for a long time, He Qingchi frowned and his fine eyelashes finally opened.

What comes into view is the faint and unfamiliar master bedroom environment.

Outside a spacious floor-to-ceiling window, the night view of the river city center is bustling, with heavy golden curtains hanging quietly, and the wide sofa next to it is also neatly placed with a man's suit and shirt. It should be a newly replaced. There is only a lighting desk lamp left in the master bedroom, which is reflected in the soft halo in the middle of the night, which will not make people feel dazzling in their sleep.

This is in the hotel

He Qingchi lifted the quilt and was wearing the daytime skirt, stepping on the cold floor barefoot.

She opened the door and walked out. There was no figure in the living room outside the suite, and no light was seen in the direction of the study.

Wen Shuchen threw her into the hotel just as he disappeared out of thin air.

He Qingchi turned back and saw his cell phone being put on the coffee table.

She had no habit of investigating people's whereabouts, but when she woke up at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, she couldn't see her newlywed husband. She felt a little uneasy and called Wen Shuchen's cell phone.

The phone prompt is beating.

He Qingchi sat on the sofa with his knees in his arms, unable to help but raise his fingers and pinched his eyebrows. He was very weak, just like he hadn't had enough sleep.

She didn't like this feeling. She had severe insomnia for a while before, but took too many sleeping pills, which caused her body's sensitivity to the medication to be directly reduced. Every time she woke up, it was similar to now, and her whole body was in a bad state.

He Qingchi's head was blurred at this moment, and he was pillowing on the sofa and holding it with his fingertips casually lit the screen of his phone.

She would not continue dialing the first call when no one answered.

The Song Dynasty was scared to death.

Although he did not supervise the hotel's female manager injected sleeping pills to He Qingchi, he personally dispose of the used needles. How could he make this person wake up at two o'clock in the morning to check the job?

Mr. Wen's cell phone was in his hands, and the Song Dynasty did not dare to answer it for fear of being exposed.

He stared at the call that the screen finally hung up automatically. He almost had weak legs and was helped by the person next to him. He turned to look, and Shu Tongyi's beautiful face appeared in front of him.

"Shu, Miss Shu"

Shu Tong teased the assistant next to him, "Secretary Song, you dare not answer any call from Mr. Wen, you are so guilty."

Song Chao hid his cell phone in his trouser pocket and said slight words, "I am a straight man, but I don't look guilty. Did Miss Shu make an appointment with Dr. Meng tonight? Mr. Wen is still in the consultation room."

Shu Tong is used to being deserted and rarely becomes enthusiastic in front of others. She sold Song Dynasty a little bit of face and opened her lips gently, "It's not convenient to come here during the day, so I made an appointment tonight."

"Understand, after all, media reporters are very professional in following photos now."

The Song Dynasty was still very polite to Mr. Wen’s female patient, “Ms. Shu sat for a while and wanted to drink something.”

Shu Tong was already used to being flattered.

She sat on the sofa, her waist-length skirt perfectly covered the shortcomings of her left leg, her figure looked slender and tall, and her back was straight.

After a while, no Song Dynasty had to do it, Dr. Meng's assistant also brewed tea and served it.

Shu Tong waited patiently, her eyes fell in front of the closed consultation room door.

Just when Song Dynasty felt bored and wanted to find an excuse to go out to smoke a cigarette, he suddenly heard her ask, "Is Mr. Wen's condition still fine recently?"

"It's pretty good." The Song Dynasty was brewing with words to answer.

Shu Tong smiled at him with the expressionless beauty face, "I heard from Dr. Meng that he hadn't seen a doctor for more than two months, just a few words of concern."

This is simply a matter of talking about Song Dynasty's heart, and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Wen takes medicine on time. Occasionally, I drank too much alcohol tonight. I also waited for Dr. Meng's instructions to wait until the alcohol was completely dissipated before I could take medicine. I just don't like to make friends with the psychologist to chat. My itinerary has been arranged again and again, and it has been used by Mr. Wen to date."

Shu Tong smiled a little, and the assistant next to him asked, "It's that Miss He" with a wink.

The Song Dynasty laughed but stopped talking.

The door of the consultation room was opened at this moment, and Wen Shuchen's figure slowly appeared. There was also a man in a simple and clean white suit standing beside him, wearing glasses, and his appearance was not inferior to any young talent.

Shu Tong saw these two men and smiled back on the beauty's face.

"Tong Yi is here too."

Meng Qingchang took off his glasses and slowly put them back into his pants. Wen Jinzhong took his easy-going words, "We are hungry, so let's go downstairs to have something to eat together."

Shu Tong nodded and his eyes fell on Wen Shuchen, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Shuchen's eyes were quiet, and Song Chao came over with his cell phone.

"Cha Post is here"

Wen Shuchen took it with a long and cold hand, but he didn't look at the communication interface, and politely declined Meng Qingchang's arrangement.

"You and Shu Tongyi go to have a meal, I'll go back to the hotel first."

Meng Qingchang's smile in his eyes became stronger and he asked in a low voice, "Shuchen, how can you deal with the checkpoint when you go back empty-handedly?"

He was one of the few people who knew that Wen Shuchen had married a newly married wife. He also had three marriage experiences. As a person who has experienced it, he knows how to deal with the family's check-ups.

"Listen to me, bring some midnight snacks back, and women will be much more well-behaved."

It was around 4:50 in the morning.

He Qingchi fell asleep on the sofa in a daze, and had nothing to cover himself with, but was still awakened by the sound of the phone vibrating.

Before she could open her eyes, she reached out to grop, rested her head on the sofa and gently lit the screen with her fingertips, and saw that it was a WeChat message.

A WeChat message from Qu Bixin, your old man cried and howled in his circle of friends, really married you

After saying that, he also thoughtfully posted a screenshot.

So she wouldn't have to go to the circle of friends to read it.

He Qingchi yawned and admired that this woman Qu Bixin was so excited that she couldn't sleep in order to talk about gossip.

She could guess that her father would definitely be unable to sleep with this marriage without clicking on the screenshot. She couldn't help but feel rich in feelings and desire to talk to her. She secretly posted some sentences of sadness in spring and autumn in her circle of friends late at night.

Faced with the desire for knowledge that Qu Bixin could feel through the screen, He Qingchi was rarely kind and did not hide his marriage. Wen Shuchen went to the He family to propose marriage yesterday and invited a respected ancestor to go there. Even my grandmother was dispatched, and my father was defeated without any suspense.

After two seconds, Qu Bixin screamed in anger that your old man is too unsatisfied and can't last a month for me to waste my support for him so much.

What does He Qingchi wonder about

Qu Bixin and I bet when will your He family bet bet by Wen Shuchen for one month, and Shen Fu bet for three days.

Fucking it, I got it done in one day

He Qingchi doesn't even want to use the strength to type, and you can just go through the voice of Qubicin.

Qu Bixin also came back in voice, and I was very pitiful, okay? I will be punished to sleep in the study for a month.

He Qingchi three question marks

Oh, oh, don’t get a marriage certificate with Wen Shuchen this month.

Qu Bixin made a voice that had been acting coquettish for several days.

He Qingchi wants to ask first what is the punishment for Chen Fu

Qu Bixin sleeps with me in the master bedroom with me for a month.

He Qingchi smiled slowly.

It turned out that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night because I lost the bet and had to stay alone in the empty room for a month.

How could she have completed the pencil? She pointed the voice of the interface with her fingertips, and her pronunciation was very clear and she said sorry. I will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Wen Shuchen to get the marriage certificate tomorrow.

After posting this passage, He Qingchi did not give Qu Bixin a chance to collapse and scold her, and quickly blocked her.

The smile on his face was very bad. He just turned his head and wanted to put his phone back in place. When he raised his eyes, he saw a slender and quiet figure of a man appearing at the door of the master bedroom.

He Qingchi closed his lips and looked at the missing "newly married husband" in the middle of the night.

Wen Shuchen walked in calmly, holding the packed box in his hand, emitting a fragrant heat.

When you approached, your low, hesitant voice sounded, "I think you are hungry when you wake up in the middle of the night, can you eat crispy roast duck rolls?"

He Qingchi changed his position on the sofa, and his emotions were so hard that he couldn't see clearly under his drooping eyelashes. He swept the bag with his eyes. After a while, he pursed his red lips and said, "Buy this crispy roast duck roll, you've run away all over Jiangcheng."

She is not a woman who is easy to deal with, and she is too lazy to see Wen Shuchen's expression.

Very good, there will be a conflict in less than three days of wedding.

Wen Shuchen put the midnight snack on the coffee table, thought a little, and the long finger joints knocked their knees casually, and finally confessed to her truthfully, "I went out to meet a friend who has been in love for many years. His surname is Meng, and he has divorced three times."

He Qingchi's attention was attracted to this friend named Meng, and he asked half-believingly, "Then why didn't you answer my phone?"

She won't be angry if she meets her friend.

Wen Shuchen's face was calm and used the speech that Meng Qingchang pointed out, but he coughed twice with discomfort. "He just finished his third marriage and was in a bad mood tonight."

"I have experienced two divorces, but I can't think about it for the third time." He Qingchi said lightly.

Wen Shuchen smiled and said with the opportunity to coax her. "Even if he divorces for the fourth time, I won't go out in the middle of the night."

He Qingchi stopped until he believed it or not, and did not go into the bottom of it.

After all, even if the two are husband and wife, their relationship is not in place.

If she refused to let go, she would probably not be in a good mood in the end.

“Does the crispy roast duck roll taste good?”
To be continued...