The best young master Gu spoils his little wife

Chapter 67 The Unresolvable Argument (1)
Zhang Lailai has been watching Zheng Lang leave, unable to recover, the whole person seems to be floating on the clouds, unable to step on the reality, everything that happened today is completely unreal, like a dream, no, it is not more real than a dream.

She turned around and went back to her home. As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into Lu Yuan. She was still wearing an apron. It was obvious that she had just come out of the kitchen, and her face was a bit haggard. Standing at the door, he didn't let her in with a smile, nor told her to get out with a cold face.

Zhang Lailai's smile gradually cooled down, and he looked straight at her, the look in his eyes was the same as when he secretly heard her talking on the phone with the young bartender back then, like looking at a stranger, his eyes were like knives As sharp as it was, it stuck on the hidden wound that Lu Yuan didn't want others to know.

Many things that were deliberately forgotten were turned up again, over and over again, endlessly, as if driving people crazy.

Lu Yuan couldn't face her calmly, so she could only utter a few words abruptly: "You still know how to come back?"

Zhang Lailai was rarely angry, but just stared at her.

As soon as she said that, Lu Yuan actually regretted it, but she couldn't show it. She didn't want Zhang Lailai to see her weak side. She just wanted to let her know that she would feel better if she left this house. Alright, let's use this to prove the meaning of our own existence.

This kind of thinking is so naive and ridiculous, but no one can make her stop, not even herself, it's like falling into a magic barrier.

Zhang Lailai suddenly said without warning: "I'm hungry."

Lu Yuan's nose felt sore all of a sudden, she turned her back and suppressed her emotions, "What are you still standing at the door for?"

The room is filled with the smell of stick bone soup, which is rich and delicious. It has been a long time since I have tasted the stick bone soup cooked by Lu Yuan.

In fact, Zhang Lailai knew very well why Lu Yuan wanted to alienate him, and also knew that the gap between her and Lu Yuan had never disappeared, but he was too deliberate to forget, as if he really forgot, deceiving himself and others.

The bone soup on the table had been cooled by half, and a thin layer of oil surface was floating on it. He reached out to check the temperature of the casserole, and it was still hot. Zhang Lailai pulled out his chair and sat down, and spread the oil surface with a spoon, giving himself Scooped two spoonfuls.

Lu Yuan was startled by her action, and stopped her without thinking, "The soup is already cold, don't drink it."

Zhang Lailai's hand was fixed, holding the porcelain bowl in his hand, he didn't drink, and he didn't look up.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, thinking of how she was pestering her and acting coquettishly before, her chest felt uncomfortable. She reached for the bowl in her hand, "Don't drink it, I'll heat it..."

"Mom." The sudden voice interrupted the good mood. Song Yunqian walked down the stairs with a skirt in her hand. When she saw Zhang Lailai, she froze for a moment, then immediately smiled like a flower, "Lai Lai is back." Why don’t you call me Mom, I’m still looking for a skirt up there.”

Lu Yuan thumped in her heart, and turned to look at Zhang Lailai. She just put the bowl back silently, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Song Yunqian walked up to them, lifted up the skirt and gestured at her body, "Mom, how about this skirt? You accompanied me to buy it that day, and I haven't worn it even once."

Lu Yuan looked at it, then nodded absently.

"Then I'll wear this to Zheng's house tomorrow. I'm a little nervous. I don't know if my uncle will like me..."

Zhang Lailai raised his head suddenly, his gaze became sharp, "What are you going to Zheng's house for?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Lu Yuan turned around and said to Song Yunqian, "Yunqian, you go up first."

(End of this chapter)