Married and sweet love, Lu Shao spoils his wife without limit

Chapter 12 Call My Husband
Suddenly thinking of the clips from last night in my mind, I couldn't help but flush my cheeks.

He patted himself on the head to wake himself up, and then moved, walked to the opposite side of Lu Yu, and sat down.

Lu Yuchen looked at her limping legs, with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth, "It seems that your body needs to be replenished."

As he spoke, he didn't look at An Qiaoran's reaction.He looked at the maid behind An Qiaoran and ordered, "Go and heat up the stewed chicken soup, it can be served."

The lady gave An Qiaoran a very unwilling look, then turned and went to the kitchen.

When An Qiaoran heard the "bubu" in Lu Yuchen's mouth, her cheeks were red up to her ears, and her head was almost buried in the plate.

"If you lower your head any more, it will fall into the plate." Lu Yuchen's playful voice sounded.

An Qiaoran immediately raised her head and met his deep gaze, and within a second, she turned away uncomfortably.

His eyes have a fatal attraction, of course, that is when he is in a good mood.When I'm in a bad mood, what I see is the staring gaze, which is extremely terrifying.

"Mr. Lu, I..."

"boom--"

Lu Yuchen's eyes turned cold, and he slammed the knife and fork on the table, making a sharp sound with the porcelain plate.

"I'll give you a day to change this title!" His voice was cold with a warning, and the chill was overwhelming!

Sure enough, his temper is volatile.

But... He didn't let her call him Mr. Lu, so what would she call him?Other than this name, she couldn't think of it.

"Then I'll call you Mr. Lu?" She tried to ask, but received his colder eyes.

An Qiaoran curled his lips. Don't those people outside call him that?
After thinking about it, she said again, "Young Master Lu?"

"An Qiaoran!"

Lu Yuchen slapped the table with his big palm, and almost jumped up out of anger, staring at her with cold eyes.

Obviously annoyed by her.

An Qiaoran was photographed by his aura, and quickly lowered his head, "Then I don't know."

She has already thought about what she should call her. Could it be that if she really wants to call her husband, then she really... can't call her.

"I'm your husband, what do you think should be called?" Lu Yuchen squinted at her, frowned slightly, and asked in displeasure.

An Qiaoran was silent.

She naturally understood what he meant, but she really couldn't scream.

The marriage of the two of them was not based on love, and there was no emotional foundation. How could she call him affectionately?

husband……

These two words are disgusting when you think about them.

"Mr. Lu, don't embarrass me, I think this title..."

"Call me husband!" Lu Yuchen ordered in a low voice.

An Qiaoran was silent for a while, and just as she was about to explain, the maid came over with chicken soup.

When it was brought to An Qiaoran's side and was about to put it down, for some reason, the bowl containing the chicken soup suddenly tilted, and the hot chicken soup fell on An Qiaoran's leg, and the pain was felt instantly. brain.

"what……"

She let out a cry of pain and stood up quickly, the pain in her leg made her frown.

The maid smiled secretly, then quickly put down the bowl, quickly lowered her head, and pretended to be sorry, "I'm sorry, young lady, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it."

An Qiaoran's leg was in great pain from being scalded, and she stood there feeling a little at a loss, seeing the maid's apology repeatedly, she didn't say anything.

She thought An Qiaoran would really believe that she didn't mean it?Although she lowered her head, she still saw her smug smile.

It's just that she is in severe pain now, and I don't want to talk to her more.

She looked at the dining table, but didn't find any paper towels, and when she wanted to go upstairs to find towels, she saw Lu Yuchen walking over with a paper towel.

(End of this chapter)