The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Gao Qinghe realized that she had said something that did not exist in this era.

He quickly changed his tune, saying, "Nothing, just asking if all the photos have been taken?"

Reporter: "I took a picture."

Gao Qinghe nodded: "That's good."

"Oh, right"

Gao Qinghe asked, puzzled, "You seemed to be in a bad mood just now?"

The reporter's mind went blank for a moment.

It's really embarrassing to have your thoughts read by others.

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly and sat back down. "Do you think we're being fake? Putting on a show?"

The reporter swallowed hard, gripped the camera bag strap tightly, and remained silent.

I just hope this topic can end here and not continue.

Gao Qinghe, however, did not comply with his wishes and continued speaking to herself:

"Did we pay them? Did we take the fruit? Are the injured employee and their family happy?"

Her beautiful eyes swept across the rearview mirror, and seeing the reporter's thoughtful expression, Gao Qinghe continued:
"If so, then this expression of sympathy is genuine."

The reporter couldn't help but retort: ​​"This is just formalism."

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai exchanged a glance, shook their heads and chuckled, and said nothing more.

The car silently drove into the county town and stopped by the roadside.

The reporter got out of the car and tried to leave as if fleeing.

"Hey!" Gao Qinghe leaned out of the window and called out.

The reporter turned around, looking somewhat dazed, her eyes avoiding Gao Qinghe's gaze, which was fixed on the ground.

Gao Qinghe asked with amusement, "How old is the young man?"

The reporter replied, "Twenty-three, what do you want to do?"

He looked like he would never agree to bribe me.

"No wonder."

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly and said to the young man earnestly:

"Then you still have a lot to learn. Keep up the good work, I believe in you!"

The reporter was taken aback; she made it sound like she was decades older than him.

The red car drove away, the woman rolled up the window, and the reporter took two steps forward, leaving him only the receding rear of the car.

Actually, he was just running errands; whether the photos were published or not was decided by the higher-ups.

She didn't need to explain anything to him.

But thinking about what she said, this kind of formalism doesn't seem to be entirely formalism.

If ordinary people can truly benefit from it, then is it still just empty talk and grandstanding?

The reporter's eyes slowly lit up; he seemed to have grasped the meaning!

They took a detour to send the team leader to the mine, and by the time Gao Qinghe and his wife got home, it was already completely dark.

Jiang's mother prepared the dishes early in the morning, and the two of them started cooking as soon as they entered the courtyard. The dishes were ready to be served in ten minutes.

When it's cold, setting up a charcoal stove to cook hot pot is a simple and warming way to eat.

To cater to everyone's tastes, Jiang's mother prepared three different dipping sauces, one for each person, and they picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

A plate of sliced ​​beef, a plate of white radish strips, and large vegetable leaves picked from our own garden.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai were like reincarnated starving ghosts, they ate everything.

Jiang's mother, her brows furrowed, couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you eat during the day?"

Jiang Baohai replied, "I ate, but I didn't feel well."

I bought two steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup noodles from a roadside stall and ate them until I was full.

Jiang's mother glanced at Gao Qinghe, the pregnant woman, and her accusing gaze was about to fall on her son.

Jiang Baohai added slowly, "She ate well; the last two meat buns at the town's steamed bun shop were given to her."

I carried cookies, milk, chocolate, bananas, and apples with me the whole way, and my mouth never stopped.

Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife. "Just hungry."

He ladled out the soup, and Gao Qinghe picked up the bowl and gulped it down. Jiang Baohai's heart softened; his wife was so adorable even while eating!

Jiang's mother was overwhelmed by their sweet talk. After the two finished the bone broth in the pot, she neatly cleared the dishes and left.

Gao Qinghe leaned back on the sofa, rubbing her stomach uncomfortably.

Jiang Baohai could tell at a glance that she had eaten too much, so he came over and massaged her stomach for half an hour. Then he went to the bathroom to get hot water and helped her wash her face and feet.

While wiping his feet, he glanced at his mother's bedroom door, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he quickly kissed his wife's fair and tender instep.

Gao Qinghe frowned in disgust and kicked him away.

Jiang Baohai gave a wicked smile, grabbed her and kissed her, then, under his wife's coquettish glare, picked up the foot basin, humming a song as he went out to empty it.

When he came back after washing up, he was already curled up in a towel and asleep in the corner of the sofa.

Gao Qinghe felt herself being picked up and gently placed on the bed. A hot water bottle had been placed in the blankets beforehand, so it was warm.

She reached out and hooked her arm around the person in front of her, tilted her head slightly, and, seemingly aiming somewhere, gave him a rewarding kiss. "Thank you, honey, I love you the most~"

Jiang Baohai touched his wet Adam's apple, his back teeth clenched tightly.

The warm, soft touch seemed to still linger, tickling and tingling, stirring a flutter in one's heart.

The man took two deep breaths, stared fiercely at the innocent-looking face sleeping on his chest, and deliberately turned his back.

He muttered under his breath, "I'm just a monk."

It seems that by saying this, one can achieve the same state of mind and desirelessness as the masters.

Half a minute later——

"Damn it, whoever wants to be a monk can be one!"

He rolled over and hugged his warm wife tightly, then closed his eyes: Jiang Baohai, you go to sleep!
Gao Qinghe wasn't woken up by the urge to urinate in the middle of the night, but by the heat.

I tried to turn over, only to find that my back was soaked with sweat and my body was tightly bound, unable to move.

She poked the man's burning waist behind her with her backhand, and he trembled and shrank back a little.

Then, as if he had discovered a golden opportunity, he immediately pressed himself against the wall, leaving no gap whatsoever.

He rubbed and kissed her neck urgently, his breath hot and scorching.

So, Gao Qinghe's hand was taken away.
It's half past four in the morning.

The couple returned to their room from the bathroom, and the restlessness that had kept them awake finally subsided.

Gao Qinghe covered herself with the blanket again, ready to catch up on a good night's sleep.

A sudden thought popped into my head.

The system has come back to life.

"Host, host! I've decided on my name!"

Gao Qinghe: "."

Given the current friendly cooperative relationship under the unified leadership of one person.

She suppressed her anger at being startled and asked in her heart:

"what is it call?"

【Dongdong.】

Gao Qinghe: "Why is it called that?"

[Since it's winter now, how about it? Is that okay?]

...I'm fine with you as long as you like it.

Gao Qinghe replied dismissively, "Not bad, not bad, it's a nice-sounding name."

Hehe, you think it's good too, right? I think it's good too.

Gao Qinghe: "Then I'll call you Xiaodong from now on?"

【OK!】

Gao Qinghe: "Goodnight, Xiaodong. I'm going back to sleep now."

My mind finally calmed down.

Gao Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When did she ask the system to name her?
Luckily, the system—oh wait, it's called Dongdong now. Luckily, this little system, Dongdong, reminded her of it, otherwise she would have almost forgotten about having to choose a name.

Dongdong, who could read the host's every thought: "." (End of Chapter)