Song Shengsheng and Fu Cheng’s engagement banquet was held very low-key.
But the celebrities in Hong Kong City are all here when it’s time to come.
No one who receives the invitation is ordinary.
The two are in a good match and can be regarded as a model for a wealthy family for a time.
Even though Song Shengsheng and Fu Cheng had no relationship, she felt that the two of them had done a good job in superficial skills, at least they looked like an extremely loving unmarried couple in front of many guests.
Song Shengsheng held Fu Cheng’s arm quite like that.
Very decent.
After the engagement banquet, the wedding date was soon reached.
Before Song Shengsheng was ready, she went to get the certificate and get the certificate with Fu Cheng. The two did not sign any agreement before marriage, which was a very strange thing for her.
But she didn’t take the initiative to ask for it.
After all, Fu Cheng must have more property before marriage than her, and she will not suffer any loss when she divorces in the future.
After getting married, Song Shengsheng’s life has not changed much from before, but she moved to the wedding room with Fu Cheng.
The first day of wedding.
For her, it was no different from any ordinary day.
She ignored what Fu Cheng was doing, threw the clothes she took off on the ground, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The bedroom is a little messy.
She doesn’t like to clean up.
There are still many things in the cloakroom that have not been removed, and a large number of boxes that almost make people have no place to stay.
Fu Cheng looked at the mess in the bedroom and closed his eyes.
Immediately.
He opened his eyes, “Song Shengsheng.”
There was only the sound of water in the bathroom, but Song Shengsheng still heard his calling her, but pretended not to hear it.
Fu Cheng first picked up the clothes on the ground, which was the long suspender skirt she wore today.
After a while, Song Shengsheng slowly walked out of the bathroom, her hair was half dry and half wet, and she walked out and met Fu Cheng’s sight.
The man stared at her.
“Song Shengsheng, do you want or not the things in the cloakroom? If you don’t want them, you’ll clean up.”
Song Shengsheng said dissatisfied: “I want them all.”
Fu Cheng was a little obsessed with cleanliness and a little obsessive-compulsive.
Some of the messy bedrooms are challenging his bottom line.
“Isn’t the cloakroom my use? Don’t worry too much.”
“I just think it can be a little tidy.”