I'm going to die laughing."

She muttered to herself, "I'm not the one who said, what kind of aesthetics does his wife have? If it weren't for his good looks, hahahaha."

Tang Jiujiu talked and laughed.

Qian Zhi was inexplicably questioned about the aesthetics of choosing a shirt: "............"

When she returned to the dormitory at night, Qian Zhi washed herself up and climbed into bed first, lying straight on the quilt. She wrapped herself in a small blanket and nestled in a world.

She originally wanted to search for Song Qishen's interview videos to make up for it.

It turned out that this video was already listed in the hot search terms on Weibo.

Qianzhi clicked on it and found that the most popular one was a video posted on Song's official Weibo.

The comments below showed a blowout explosion.

Qianzhi first clicked on the official blog, and then turned to read the comments.

She had some careful thoughts.

As expected, the pink shirt was also mentioned in the comments.

[Holy crap! When did Song Qishen get married!! I don’t agree!!!]

[Seeing him up close like this, he is indeed a boss, he is really good-looking, but actually I am not surprised at all, because his parents themselves are very good-looking. 】

[I’m so stubborn, but also...my wife! Now that things have gone well, I’m not going to hide it from you anymore. In fact, I am the legendary Mrs. Song.]

[Upstairs, do you still want to show your face? It’s obviously me!]

[I’m very curious about Mrs. Song. I don’t know what kind of woman she is.]

[Hahahahahaha am I the only one who noticed that shirt? I said it was a gift from my wife.]

[Upstairs, you are not alone, I noticed it too, hahahahaha.]

[The boss has never worn such a sexy color before, Mrs. Song’s aesthetic is really good hahahaha.]

[I imagined the scene of Mrs. Song letting Mr. Song wear it, and it turned out to be a bit beautiful.]

Qian Zhi looked at the buildings in the back where the paintings were completely distorted, and raised her hand to scratch her face.

Wasn't it the sexy sports car he chose for her first?

Without this car, there would be no beginning, process and ending of all this!

Qianzhi gained an aura inexplicably, something she had never experienced before.

She directly clicked on Song Qishen's WeChat chat box and bombarded him with a series of piggy emoticons, including fancy punches and kicks.

However, before Song Qishen could respond, two more messages "buzzed" on WeChat.

【Lin Qinglai: Zhizhi.】

[Lin Qinglai: I have returned to China. When can we have a meal together? 】

The author has something to say: Song: My wife’s punches and kicks are also based on my performance!

Lin Qinglai just assists, you can tell his character just by looking at his name~
Chapter completed!