Lu Shao is remarrying again

Chapter 47
The implication is obvious.

Two small white pills lay quietly in Song Wei's white and tender hands. Lu Chengchen stared at them for two seconds, but he didn't resist any more. He stretched out his hands and threw them into his mouth.

Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Song Wei turned around and left.

She went back to lying on the sofa, but luckily the coats she usually wore were relatively long, so she could cover her whole body when curled up.

She covered her head with a coat, and completely kept Lu Chengchen outside.

The atmosphere between the two was awkward.

Lu Chengchen looked at the small body in the sofa, his gaze deepened, he raised his head and drank the remaining half cup of hot water, then dropped the cup and went upstairs.

Suddenly, a woman's crisp voice came from behind——

"If you know what's in your mind, drink less alcohol in the future. Don't get sick at a young age. What should you do if you have alcoholic liver or something in the future? You dare to drink and drive. You drove drunk last night and drove drunk tonight. If you bang What if you hit yourself to death all at once? Jiang Manxue will cry to death, and your son will become a poor wretch who has neither father nor father's love."

Song Wei pulled down his coat and stared at the figure of the man.

The sound of Lu Chengchen's footsteps going up the stairs froze for a moment, his face suddenly darkened, and his cold, arrow-like gaze shot towards Song Wei.

Song Wei resolutely covered his head again.

"You woman has a really poisonous mouth." Lu Chengchen gritted his back molars, his eyes glowing with anger.

Song Wei covered his head and pretended not to hear.

With a bang, the door panel slammed extremely loudly, which shows how much the anger in that person's heart was aroused by Song Wei.

The darkness gradually withdrew from the sky, and the first ray of sunlight dispelled the last trace of turbidity.

Song Wei got up at five o'clock.

The cup that was accidentally broken by Lu Chengchen last night was still lying quietly on the floor, Song Wei found a tool to clean it up, and plunged into the kitchen again.

Taking advantage of the early time, you can also make some breakfast.

However, when Song Wei opened the refrigerator door, he was not only disappointed, but also desperate. There was nothing in it except a bag of quick-frozen dumplings.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Song Wei rummaged through the cabinet, and finally found a bag of unopened rice from the upper cabinet. I don't know when I bought it, but fortunately, the expiration date has not expired.

……

The sun was shining brightly, Lu Chengchen woke up from the room, his head was still a little dizzy from the hangover, realized what happened last night, he got up and opened the door and went out.

The downstairs was empty.

He rubbed his sore temples, went back to his room, and took a shower in the bathroom.

Changing into a neat black suit as usual, he got up and was about to go out when he was suddenly attracted by something floating by the table.

A red balloon.

It was hard for him not to notice the bright red color of the balloon.

He raised his foot and walked over. The balloon was tied with a thread, and the thread was pressed by a cup. At the same time, there was a yellow post-it note.

It says--

'I know you won't eat breakfast, so I cooked porridge for you and kept it warm in the kitchen. You go to work after eating. Although it's not as good as someone's craftsmanship, eating something can always nourish your stomach. '

Lu Chengchen snorted disdainfully, "It's all about these old-fashioned routines."

He tore the sticky note in half and threw it into the trash can. The balloon swayed to him because of his movement, and he stretched out his hand and patted it away impatiently.

I don't know where I got this ugly thing.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the door.

He opened the door and left decisively.

(End of this chapter)