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

Chapter 51 The Hand Held

After tying the red rope, Song Zhiyi let go, but was caught by someone who was drunk unexpectedly.

His hands were large, hot and dry.

Song Zhiyi glanced at him, looked at the man holding her hand, put his other hand on his head and fell down on the sofa with peace of mind.

It seems that he is sleepy.

But holding her hand, he still didn't let go.As soon as the man tried harder, it tightened even more.

His hands are big enough to fully wrap around her wrists.

Her hands were tightly bound by him...

"Lu Yiwen?" Song Zhiyi called out tentatively.

As expected, there was no reply.

She wanted to take his hands off hers so he could sleep more comfortably.

But she worked hard for a long time, but the man still refused to let go of her hand.

Song Zhiyi looked around.

Qiu Muyan and Su He had already fallen asleep, only He Lingyun, Lin Junyan and the others were still playing, and the whole room was made noisy by them.

Therefore, no one would care to pay attention to them now.

Out of selfishness, Song Zhiyi sat next to Lu Yiwen.

She sat quietly, looking intently at the sleeping man beside her.

Occasionally, he would focus on He Lingyun and Lin Junyan because of the huge commotion He Lingyun and the others made.

Whose alarm clock rang in the room.

Time passed quickly, and it was already nine o'clock.

The ringing keeps ringing, but no one has the time to find the phone that made the sound.

The ear-piercing sound made the drunk people sober up a bit.

Lu Yiwen, who was sleeping on the sofa, was also woken up by the noise.

Because he had been bent on the sofa for too long, he subconsciously wanted to rub his neck when he woke up.

But when his brain was working and he started to mobilize his hands, he realized that his hand was holding someone's hand.

He quickly let go, only to see that Song Zhiyi's hand was held by him for too long, and the white wrist was red, which could be seen at a glance.

"Does your hand hurt?" Lu Yiwen asked in embarrassment, and woke up after a nap, feeling quite drunk.

Song Zhiyi shook his head, the two of them could not avoid embarrassment when getting along.

"Well, I'll get you some hangover soup again, it will make you feel better after drinking it." Song Zhiyi was talking to Lu Yiwen, but he didn't look at him, but turned to He Lingyun and the others.

He Lingyun and Lin Junyan were still "fighting wine" on the table, strictly speaking, it was fighting water...

Because he was afraid that they would drink too much, Song Zhiyi had already hidden all the wine in the house just now.

Song Zhiyi was helpless and didn't know where their energy came from. He had been playing for more than an hour.

"Lu Yiwen, sit on the sofa and take a rest, I'll get you some soup." Song Zhiyi didn't realize that she had said the same thing twice.

After finishing speaking, she stood up on her own.

The clean bowls have just been used up. If you want to serve soup again, you have to take back the used bowls on the table and wash them.

She walked to He Lingyun's side, and after taking all the used bowls back into the kitchen, she suddenly thought of something and went back to the living room.

She was going to take away the cup that He Lingyun and Lin Junyan used to hold water.

If the two of them were left to fight, they might be drowned in the water immediately.

But when taking Lin Junyan's water glass, because Lin Junyan refused to "disarm", Song Zhiyi took a lot of effort.

She walked to Lin Junyan's side, and after successfully getting the quilt, she couldn't help being stunned for a while because she saw something on the dining table.

But soon, it returned to normal.

She took the cup and was about to go back to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but after a lot of work, she was stopped by Lu Yiwen before she could boil the water.

"Song Zhiyi, don't touch the water with your hands, I'll wash it." After speaking, he pushed Song Zhiyi aside involuntarily.

"Okay, be careful, don't hurt your hands, I'll cook the soup again." Song Zhiyi was a little worried, and Lu Yiwen didn't seem sober now.

The two were busy with each other, and the sound of the range hood in the kitchen sounded again.

For many reasons, Song Zhiyi's mood improved a lot.

She handed the prepared soup to Lu Yiwen, and reminded: "It's very hot, drink it here slowly. I'll send it out to them."

Lu Yiwen nodded and watched Song Zhiyi go out with the soup.

She specially arranged her hair today, and her black waterfall-like hair was tied into a bun.She wore that pink apron, which was so cute.

Looking at Song Zhiyi's back, Lu Yiwen felt his heart was full for a moment.

This scene is what he dreamed of, one room, two people, three meals for four seasons...

After Lu Yiwen finished drinking, he washed the bowl and went out of the kitchen, taking Song Zhiyi's cell phone that had been left in the kitchen with him.

At this time, Song Zhiyi was sitting at the dining table supervising the dishonest two people drinking soup.

Seeing her serious face but ignored by others, Lu Yiwen couldn't help curling his lips.

Before he could reach Song Zhiyi's side, Lin Junyan who refused to drink the soup was already "shocked".

In front of Lu Yiwen, he obediently drank up Song Zhiyi's soup.

Song Zhiyi followed Lin Junyan's gaze, just in time to meet Lu Yiwen's gaze.

She watched him sit beside her and handed her the phone.

Why is her mobile phone in his hand?

Song Zhiyi looked puzzled, and the moment she picked up the phone, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten her phone in the kitchen for several hours.

Because of living in the dormitory before, her mobile phone has been habitually muted.

If Lu Yiwen hadn't brought it over, maybe she hasn't remembered it yet.

"Thank you, I don't even remember leaving it in the kitchen." Song Zhiyi said while turning on the phone to see if there were any news that he missed.

But as soon as I unlocked the phone, I saw several missed calls, the earliest one was recorded more than an hour ago.

Lu Yiwen saw the obvious change in Song Zhiyi's expression.She pursed her lips tightly, anxiously waiting for a response from the other end of the phone.

The other party answered the call before hanging up automatically.

"Zhizhou, what's the matter? Is something wrong..."

Song Zhiyi frowned and asked the question several times.

Lu Yiwen heard a male voice on the other end of the phone saying, "Sister, my mother passed out and is in the hospital now."

Song Zhiyi immediately stood up, pushed away the stool and began to pack things quickly, asking, "What happened to Auntie? How is it now? Xiaozhou?"

For some unknown reason, the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and Song Zhiyi became more anxious as he waited.

"Song Zhizhou? Talk!" Song Zhiyi shouted repeatedly, feeling on the verge of collapse.

Lu Yiwen stood up, followed Song Zhiyi and waited for the answer on the other end of the phone.

Soon, Song Zhiyi packed up all his things, and there was finally a response from the phone: "Sister, you are in a hurry, my mother is fine now."

Song Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..." Song Zhizhou paused, as if there was something unspeakable.

(End of this chapter)