After marrying as a substitute, the vegetable husband turned out to be passionately in love with her

Chapter 157 Miss Song

Song Zhiyi was pushed into the living room by Lu Yiwen.

The decoration in the living room is very retro, which can be noticed at a glance.

In addition, there are many portraits of people painted on the walls, the decoration is very simple and retro, and it is not the same as the decoration style that Song Zhiyi has seen before.

Walking in here was like walking into an exhibition of cultural relics. She carefully noticed that even the furniture in the living room was very classical, like pieces of art.

Lu Yiwen told her that Aunt Deng liked jade and anything with a certain age.

So it's not surprising to decorate your home in a retro style, but what makes Song Zhiyi puzzled is that just looking at this living room, you can tell that the homeowner has put a lot of thought into the decoration.

The thoughts she refers to naturally include wealth...

Lu Yiwen was born in an ordinary family, but why is his aunt so rich.

In such a bustling location, one person lives in such a house, and the interior decoration of the house is so luxurious.

Song Zhiyi felt that he was impolite, so he forcibly stopped himself from digging deeper.

She withdrew her gaze. Just now she had looked around here completely, but she hadn't seen the owner of the house.

She couldn't help being curious.

"Aunt Deng?"

At this moment, Lu Yiwen started looking for someone.

Soon, Song Zhiyi heard a voice responding from a small room next to the living room.

There are many rooms next to the living room, and Song Zhiyi couldn't find out which room the speaker was speaking in just by listening to one sentence.

But soon, the woman in the room said another sentence.

"Back? Did you bring Xiaoyi back?"

Song Zhiyi heard the people inside asking Lu Yiwen, and she also carefully noticed the words she just used.

She used the word "come back" to talk to Lu Yiwen affectionately, and even when they mentioned her, the people inside used the word "come back" instead of "come".

Song Zhiyi felt happy. The word "come back" shortened the distance between them from the very beginning.

"Yes, I brought her." Lu Yiwen stood and rubbed Song Zhiyi's head subconsciously.

"Lu Yiwen!" Song Zhiyi stopped in a low voice: "Don't mess up my hair!"

Lu Yiwen just smiled, leaned over and put the gift bag in her hand on the coffee table, and picked her up from the wheelchair.

"Be more comfortable on the sofa."

Immediately afterwards, the man sat next to her and held her hand.

"Why are your hands sweaty?" the man asked knowingly.

"Well, it's hot, I held it for too long just now." Song Zhiyi tried to be brave.

In the next second, the man operated the mobile phone with one hand to turn on the central air conditioner in the living room.

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips, but it wasn't that hot...

"Are you still nervous?"

"Don't be afraid, Aunt Deng is not fierce at all, nor is she a rigid person, she will definitely like you very much." Lu Yiwen comforted Song Zhiyi's restless heart at the moment.

"Ah Yi, I still have a dish that I can't get away from here, you first help me take care of Xiaoyi!" The people inside never came out, but they did not forget to tell Lu Yiwen outside.

"In the fruit plate are the fruits I just washed. They are all bought according to Xiaoyi's taste. You tell her to eat."

"There are also snacks on the table. I went to the supermarket to buy them yesterday, and I picked the ones you young people like."

Every time the people inside said something, Song Zhiyi could find the corresponding thing on the coffee table in front of him.

Although they haven't met each other yet, the old man's enthusiasm has already successfully moved her.

Looking at the various snacks on the table, Song Zhiyi deeply felt the feeling of being valued.

Seeing her in a daze, Lu Yiwen stuffed a bunch of washed blue grapes into her hands.

"Are you thirsty, do you want some water?"

Song Zhiyi shook his head, feeling that it was not good for Aunt Deng to be busy all by herself, so she wanted to ask Lu Yiwen to come in and help.

"Lu Yiwen, I don't need to take care of you. Go in and see if Aunt Deng needs help!"

Lu Yiwen didn't move at first, but she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally went into the kitchen to help.

Not long after, Lu Yiwen came out with a bowl carefully, and the light inside was also turned off.

Soon, a gray-haired woman came out from inside, closely following behind Lu Yiwen.

Song Zhiyi stood up subconsciously, and began to greet her: "Hello, Aunt Deng."

"Why are you standing up, watch your feet!"

Lu Yiwen, who was serving the bowl, noticed Song Zhiyi's movements, quickly put the bowl in his hand on the dining table, and walked towards her.

But Song Zhiyi didn't intend to sit down, she wasn't in pain, and there was no reason for the younger generation to sit down and greet the elders.

The old man walked towards her with a smile, and as they got closer, Song Zhiyi squeezed tightly the box that Lu Yiwen had just given her.

Not knowing if it was his own illusion, Song Zhiyi saw that the smile on the old man's face just now slowly faded, and soon disappeared.

Looking at the serious face of the old man in front of him, Song Zhiyi felt familiar, but for a while he couldn't figure out where he saw it.

The atmosphere is a little weird right now.

She couldn't help becoming nervous again, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while, but fortunately, the box in her hand kept her from being idle.

She held the box and glanced at Lu Yiwen, and after receiving his permission, she held the box in both hands and sent it out.

"Aunt Deng, I heard from Lu Yiwen that you like to collect jade. Here is a gift that Lu Yiwen and I specially prepared for you."

The old man glanced at Song Zhiyi's box coldly, but did not reach out to take it for a long time.

In the end, Lu Yiwen coughed, and the old man took the box from her hand.

Song Zhiyi bit her lip and didn't take the initiative to speak again.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that when she just accepted this gift, she was not very willing.

"Aunt Deng, let's take a look, this is the baby I chose after knowing it for a long time."

After Lu Yiwen finished speaking, he held Song Zhiyi's wrist to help her sit back on the sofa.

Song Zhiyi shook his head and refused, insisting on standing.

She watched the old man open the box, and saw that she took out the bracelet and looked at it carefully under the light for a while, with a happy expression on her face.

Seeing that she was satisfied, Song Zhiyi also smiled.

But soon, she found that the old man's smile faded from his face quickly.

She put the bracelet back into the box, threw the box directly to Lu Yiwen, and ordered:
"Ah Yi, please help me take such a precious treasure upstairs and put it away."

She was clearly saying that this was a treasure, but her tone was flat as if she had received a fake.

"I'll come down right away." Lu Yiwen glanced at Song Zhiyi, and finally went upstairs.

After Lu Yiwen left, Song Zhiyi became even more uncomfortable, neither sitting nor standing.

"Please sit down, Miss Song." The old man's voice was very cold, as if "Miss Song" was deliberately trying to distance himself from her.

(End of this chapter)