Ex-wife, please remarry me

No matter how fierce the wind and rain come, when we leave, the sun will still rise brightly.

When Lu Juncheng got up in the morning and made breakfast, song churan still didn't get up when he was ready to go to work.

In fact, she woke up very early, but always pretended to sleep.

Hearing Lu Juncheng's footsteps coming from the living room, song churan turned over, turned his back to the door and closed his eyes.

Lu Juncheng gently pushed open the door of the bedroom, saw that song churan had not got up, he did not disturb her, directly went to the dressing room to change clothes.

After finishing, Lu Juncheng went to the desk, reached out and took out a pen from the pen holder, then wrote two lines on a blank A4 paper and put it on song churan's bedside table.

Looking at her sleeping incense, Lu Juncheng bent down and reached for her to arrange the quilt, then turned around and left.

When hearing the sound of the door being closed outside, song churan slowly opens his eyes, looks at the direction of the bedside cupboard, reaches out his hand and takes the paper left by Lu Juncheng.

There are only two sentences above, "I went to the company for an early meeting, and I'll come back to pick you up for lunch!"

If it was before, maybe song churan would feel Lu Juncheng's special consideration in his heart.

But now, she did not have this feeling.

A hand of the paper into a ball, and then toward the French window in the direction of a hard hit.

What does Lu Juncheng think she is?

Captive animals?

Or just like Tang Xin, is he a lover?

When you think about it, it's ironic.

When the quilt is lifted, song churan sits on the edge of the bed, reaches for the bathrobe on the ground, wraps it around him, and then walks towards the bathroom.

Last night's passion, although smooth dripping, but the traces left behind is a bit shocking.

Looking at the blue and purple marks on his arm that Lu Juncheng clenched, song churan frowned and rubbed back and forth with the bath gel, hoping to wash all the troubles in his heart.

Washing washing, all of a sudden, song churan looked thoughtfully down to his belly.

Last night, when they did it, they didn't take any measures. In that case, would she have a chance to get pregnant?

Thinking of this, song churan felt a little happy and expectant.

However, I feel a little humiliated.

Lu Juncheng's attitude is that she doesn't want to have children. She is looking forward to having his children.

Would it be a little stupid to do so?

The idea in his heart just came out of his mind, and song churan immediately thought of Bai Jiaojiao's son.

What can we do without a husband?

If you can have a lovely child in their side, such a life, it is really no regret, right?

Standing under the shower, song churan stares at her belly and thinks for a long time. She decides to bet next time with luck.

She wanted to see if she was so lucky.

After taking a bath, song churan felt a little hungry, so he went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

If she wants to be a mother, she must have good physical fitness.

Hungry, of course not!

Through the living room, song churan goes to the kitchen.

When passing by the restaurant, song churan finds the sandwich Lu Juncheng prepared for her before leaving on the table.

However, song churan just took a look, and then went to the kitchen.

Open the refrigerator door, there are all kinds of materials in it.

After taking out the ingredients and doing some treatment, song churan washed the rice and put it into the casserole.

Turn on the fire and continue to prepare other ingredients.

She used to cook by herself when she was abroad.

But since returning home, it seems that she hasn't moved the cooker.

Now, when he manages these things again, song churan suddenly finds an indescribable confidence.

It takes a lot of time to cook.

However, song churan always felt that it was a matter of special pride for a woman to be able to serve her husband a good dinner when he was off work.

But now, the idea in her heart has completely changed during this period of time.

Now she is not in the mood to wash her hands and make soup for Lu Juncheng. She just wants to take good care of her body, so that she can have a fat baby, preferably a girl, so that she can be in laws with Bai Jiaojiao.

Thinking of Bai Jiao, song churan's movements in his hands stopped.

Now that she is like Lu Juncheng, she is not in the mood to go to the company.

Anyway, I'm alone at leisure. I haven't been home for a long time.

If you have time today, she hopes to have a good talk with you.

Jiao Jiao is a good girl. She really hopes her elder brother can give Bai Jiao a chance.

Song churan always likes to be simple, but simple doesn't mean to deal with it.

Put all the processed ingredients into the pot, then add a little salt and sesame oil to taste, sprinkle with green and tender scallion, and a pot of fragrant assorted casserole porridge is ready.

After turning off the fire, song churan reaches for a bowl from the cupboard, puts a bowl of porridge on the inner table, and then turns to the bedroom to take the mobile phone from the bag.

She used to deal with the mail in the mailbox while having breakfast.

She has now been entrusted to one of her cronies to take care of foreign affairs. Therefore, she does not need to worry too much about the basic operation situation except for some decision-making questions.

That's why she has time to waste time with Lu Juncheng in China.

Before, she also felt very romantic, for love back home.

But now think about it, it's just a dream.

Thinking of these, song churan felt that he was not happy in his heart.

Shaking his head, he put the unpleasant things aside.

While eating porridge, song churan looked through the mail in the mailbox.

All of a sudden, there is a message reminder on wechat.

Song churan frowned, then reached for the information and took a look.

"Up? I left breakfast for you at the table

The information is from Lu Juncheng.

Song churan turns around and looks at the sandwich beside him. He stays alone on the plate and takes back his eyes. Song churan doesn't reply to Lu Juncheng's message.

She simply deleted Lu Juncheng's wechat from her friends list, and then continued to read her email and have breakfast.

But it is clear that she is not destined to have a peaceful breakfast this morning.

Less than three minutes later, Cao Zijian called.

Song churan's finger just points a link on the screen of his mobile phone. Before he can react, the phone is connected.

"Still angry?"

Lu Juncheng's voice sounds very gentle, but song churan doesn't want to pay attention to this man now.

"If you have something to say, I'll hang up!"

"Have you had breakfast?"

One second before Song churan was ready to hang up, Lu Juncheng's voice came from the end of the phone.

"I'll take care of myself, Mr. Lu. You really don't need to worry about me. If you really have nothing to do, I think you can think about what I said last night. Either, have a baby with me, or, watch it! "

After that, song churan cut off the phone directly.

No matter how good Lu Juncheng is, she doesn't want to share her husband with other women one day.

So, either he took the initiative to break with the woman outside clean, or let her completely down.

Otherwise, she really doesn't know how to go on with Lu Juncheng.

After all, what she wants is his heart, his people, not the body of a person in or out of his heart!

Because of this phone call, song churan was in a good mood in the morning, and all of a sudden he was ruined.

After breakfast, song churan cleaned up the kitchen, then changed his clothes and went back to the Qin family.

Different from the last time I came back, the Qin family is as quiet as they want.

When song churan heard that Qin Lang was not at home, he went to his grandfather's study to find him.

Although it rained heavily last night, it's sunny today.

The door of the study was not closed. When song churan came to the door of the study, he saw the old man Qin, dressed in a purple red and gilded suit, standing behind his desk, with a wolf's hair in his hand, practicing calligraphy.

Seeing that the old man wrote seriously, song churan didn't come forward to disturb him. He stood at the door of his study and watched quietly.

I haven't seen my grandfather for a long time. Although his hair has already turned gray, his spirit is very good.

It seems that there is nothing to worry about at home recently, and my grandfather's mood has become much better.

Song churan stood at the door for a long time until the old man changed ink and noticed her.

"Manman? How can you stand at the door? "

Hearing his grandfather's voice, song churan smiles and walks over.

The old man's bright eyes looked around Song churan's body, then frowned and asked, "isn't today a working day? How did you come back? "

Hearing the old man say this, song churan smiles, then reaches out his hand and picks up the ink on the inkstone table. He grinds it carefully and says jokingly: "how? Does grandfather think it's not the right time for me to come back? Or don't you want to see me? "

The old man looked up at Song churan in a good mood, dipped his brush in the inkstone, and then scraped off the excess ink. While he indulged in writing on rice paper, he said with a smile: "if you can come back to see me, I'm naturally happy. I'm afraid you don't like me. The old man is old and doesn't care about me! "

At the beginning, when he just came back, song churan once complained about them in his heart.

However, in this period of time, after getting along with each other, song churan found that everyone had more or less their own helplessness.

Grandfather has, brother has, she has, everyone around, seems to have more or less unspeakable distress.