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

Chapter 67 Decision
The man opened the door of his house alone with the key.

Behind the white painted door, there is another world hidden.

The originally cold-toned room, with a plain white ceiling, is decorated with macaron-colored balloons in a lot of bright colors.

There are colored night lights that turn on and off from time to time, making the flowers in the room even more beautiful.

Lu Yiwen was not in a hurry to turn on the light, he glanced at the indoor scene.

In such a tense time, the scene can be arranged like this, all thanks to Lin Junyan.

But it shouldn't be useful today.

He just sent Song Zhiyi home.

Too many things happened today, let him understand that today is not suitable for confession, he can only live up to Lin Junyan's kindness.

He untied the bow tie around his neck, and sat on the sofa alone, surrounded by large clumps of bright red roses, bright and warm.

Lin Junyan sent several more messages on his phone.

[How is it, Xiaoyi agrees? ]
[With my assist, this wave must be stable! ]
[Did Xiaoyi see it?Have you been moved? ]
[Brother!You should reply to the message!I'm so anxious...]
……

[Forget it, don't bother you! ]
The man sighed silently, and quickly replied Lin Junyan with a few words: [No confession. ]
After replying, I went directly to the balcony. I didn't remember to water Jasmine today.

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Because He Ping was leaving the hospital, Song Zhiyi asked the counselor for another day off.

Considering that He Ping was eager to be discharged from the hospital, Song Zhiyi took a taxi early in the morning and rushed to the hospital to help pack her things.

She made a plan, and today she will buy some practical electrical appliances for He Ping's family to help reduce He Ping's burden.

When Song Zhiyi arrived at the hospital, He Ping had just woken up.

She sent He Ping to wash up while she packed her things.

After tidying up the things on the bed, Song Zhiyi noticed that there was still a quilt in the small bed she had slept in before.

She only noticed now that the quilt was still here.Last time, he clearly asked He Yang to return it to the nurse's station...

"Auntie, why is this quilt still here?"

"Oh, last time He Yang said it wasn't something from the nurse's station, so he stayed here. Xiaozhou just slept here for a few days and didn't return it." He Ping replied just after washing.

"That should belong to the uncle who rented the bed. I'll send it back first. Auntie, you can check to see if there is anything I haven't packed." Song Zhiyi said, carrying the folding bed and quilt out of the house.

The uncle who rented the bed was also collecting the bed himself, and happened to run into Song Zhiyi who was returning the things.

Song Zhiyi returned the things to the uncle, signed his name on the return record, and prepared to pay the money.

But the uncle didn't seem to include the money for the quilt.

"Uncle, did you forget about this quilt?" Song Zhiyi reminded.

"Which room? What bed number?" The uncle held the quilt in one hand and flipped through the notebook with the other hand.

"Bed 405 No. [-]." Song Zhiyi answered quickly, and helped the uncle find the page of records about quilt sales.

"You don't need to return this quilt, didn't you buy it yourself?" the uncle said while stuffing the quilt back to Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi didn't answer, but took the notebook from the uncle's hand.

It is true that none of them bought quilts, the uncle must have made a mistake.

Song Zhiyi opened the record, and there seemed to be a line of powerful signatures left in the column of the purchaser - Lu Yiwen.

Song Zhiyi's heart trembled violently, and he took the quilt from the uncle.

He Lingyun said that day that he went out after getting drunk.

It turned out that he really came to look for her.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Song Zhiyi paid for the bed and returned to the ward thoughtfully.

"Zhiyi, why don't you take a taxi! Let's take the car back today and bring back all the supplements your friend bought."

Song Zhiyi replied in a daze, and put the quilt aside.

"Why did you bring the quilt back again?" He Ping looked at the quilt that came back again and asked.

"He bought this quilt, I just found out." Song Zhiyi didn't hide it from He Ping.

"He bought the quilt and supplements?" He Ping said, and then sighed: "It's really thoughtful."

He Ping suddenly wanted to meet her friend, her niece, and she reminded: "Xiaoyi, have you remembered what my aunt told you last time? If you have a chance, you must bring him to your aunt. check!"

"Understood, auntie, let's go down first. The elevator is repaired. I'll take the things down first. You wait for me downstairs." Song Zhiyi had just hailed a car, and the driver probably arrived by the time the things were moved down.

The two went back to He Ping's house by car together, and Song Zhiyi wrote down all the electrical appliances that were missing at home on his mobile phone.

Without informing He Ping, Song Zhiyi didn't even have time to eat lunch, and bought everything by herself at the nearby electronics store.

The delivery car finally delivered the electrical appliances to the door of the house through alleys and alleys.

He Ping was shocked and asked Song Zhiyi to return the things.

The more she thought about it, the more something went wrong. Why did Song Zhiyi, a student, have so much money.

Regarding the hospitalization expenses and the new electrical appliances at home, she was dark and dignified, pulled Song Zhiyi aside, and asked privately:

"Xiaoyi, tell me honestly, where did you get all this money?"

Song Zhiyi took his time and handed He Ping a card, answering irrelevant questions: "Auntie, the card contains some of my savings, enough for Xiaozhou to finish high school."

"You promise me that you won't work so hard in the future."

He Ping didn't accept the card in Song Zhiyi's hand, frowned, and asked again: "Xiaoyi, where did you get all this money?"

"It's all money from my part-time job. Auntie, don't worry, the money is clean and I earned it myself." Song Zhiyi stuffed the card into He Ping's hand involuntarily.

"The password is Xiaozhou's birthday."

He Ping didn't know what to say.

In the end, she didn't have the ability to follow Song Yanhai's last will for her to finish college.

Now their mother and son still need Song Zhiyi, a child who has not yet graduated from university, to support them.

Song Zhiyi took He Ping's hand, summoned up the courage to tell her her decision:
"Auntie, I'm sorry. I've made up my mind not to get engaged to Lu Huainian"

"So, uncle's company. Maybe we won't be able to get it back in a short time." Song Zhiyi sighed deeply.

He Ping patted Song Zhiyi's shoulder to express her understanding.

Comforting: "Good boy, don't miss it if you like it."

"Things are dead, but people are alive. In the future, our family will work together to live a good life, and uncle's company is not your responsibility..."

He Ping squeezed Song Zhiyi's hand tightly with the other hand, and said, "As for the marriage with the Lu family, my aunt will help you talk about it."

(End of this chapter)