Lu Shao is remarrying again

Chapter 931

No one would believe it, but Mr. Lu, who has always been prudent and about to turn [-], is actually such a fearful and insecure man in his heart.

Song Wei lowered his head, mingled his hands together, entangled, and remained silent.

"Enter the room."

After Lu Chengchen finished speaking, Da Heng picked her up, and when he entered the door, he paid special attention to her ankles, so as not to be touched by any obstacles.

Song Wei couldn't help being surprised, paused for two seconds, and hugged his neck tightly.

Lu Chengchen put her into the big soft bed, and from the moment he opened the door, he looked at Song Wei's whole body, and naturally noticed her feet.

Because of her pregnancy, Song Wei has always been wearing flat casual shoes, which are a little loose.

But she has been holding her feet slightly all the time, and she can't really tell if she puts it on normally, but he is the person who knows Song Wei best, and Song Wei's usual standing posture is not like this at all.

Song Wei fell steadily into the big soft bed.

Lu Chengchen got up, she stretched out her hand suddenly, grabbed his arm, looked at him with reddish eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Don't you ask what's wrong with my feet?"

Lu Chengchen condensed slightly, and there was more helplessness between his brows: "What else can there be except your own sprain?"

Song Wei was confused, how much he knew.

It's not uncommon for her to have a sprained foot.

Song Wei: "..."

There is no atmosphere at all.

She shook off Lu Chengchen's hand angrily, and curled her lips coldly: "The left and right are men without conscience."

Lu Chengchen glanced at her immediately, his face turned cold.

Gritting his teeth for two seconds, he still squatted down and gently took off her shoes.

Song Wei put his hands on his side, looked down at his serious appearance, felt a little warmth in his heart, but still felt uncomfortable: "You are talking, you listened to your perfunctory tone just now, you don't feel sorry for me at all, Your energy is all on Du Ruolin, right?"

Lu Chengchen's movements froze suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, he pinched her ankle mercilessly.

"Ah!" Song Wei cried out in pain, reaching out to push him away, "Lu Chengchen, you are sick! It hurts me to death!"

Lu Chengchen took her hand, held her wrist directly with his big palm, and said through gritted teeth, "You deserve it if it hurts to death. You can't forgive others. Who did you learn this skill from?"

Song Wei frowned in grievance, and immediately retorted loudly: "Obviously you did something wrong!"

"Hold on!"

Lu Chengchen yelled, his voice was no weaker than hers, and it was extraordinarily imposing. Song Wei trembled all over, and looked at him with pursed lips and trembling chin.

Lu Chengchen glanced at her angrily, then turned his attention to her feet.

It was swollen in a large circle, red, and plaster was applied, and the faint smell of ointment permeated the room.

Lu Chengchen sighed, got up, put his hands through Song Wei's leg sockets and back, hugged her a little closer to the head of the bed, put a pillow behind her, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

He was right beside her, with a low voice, helping her on the pillow, his voice seemed to ring in her ears.

Suddenly, Song Wei's eyes became hot.

She didn't cry during the quarrel, she didn't cry when she was angry, the simple three words made her eyes turn red for no reason.

She said stubbornly in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't hurt."

Lu Chengchen could hear the grievance in her tone, and after a slight pause, he hugged her firmly into his arms, and gently kissed her on the cheek with distress: "Why cry, just know it hurts, have a snack next time, don't run out alone .”

Song Wei: "..."

(End of this chapter)