Ex-wife, please remarry me

After taking a bath, I lie in bed and watch TV in a daze.

When he saw that entertainment weekly was broadcasting news about him again, Lu Juncheng didn't even think about it, so he picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

Then he turned over and sat up, took the cigarette box on the head cabinet, drew a cigarette from it and lit it.

The more you smoke, the more annoyed you feel.

Looking at the mobile phone on the bedside table, Lu Juncheng frowned.

Would you like to call her?

The night outside the window, is a little bit deep.

After spitting out all those messy things in the stomach, I feel a little hungry instead.

After crying in the bathroom, Bai Jiao took a bath and fell asleep.

After taking a bath, song churan wore a dry hair towel on his head and a nightgown to go out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

In addition to a few bottles of milk, there are only a few small vegetables, two tomatoes and a plate of eggs left in the refrigerator.

There are noodles in the locker.

Song churan washed the vegetables and tomatoes, cut them, beat two eggs, and boiled the noodles in the pot.

Looking at the boiling water in the pot, song churan felt that his eyes were particularly uncomfortable. He must have been fumigated by the heat.

She raised her hand to wipe, and then put the noodles into the pot, cooked a person's amount!

Soon, a bowl of tomato, egg and green vegetable noodles came out of the pot.

Song churan put the bowl on the table, then went back to his bedroom and took his mobile phone and laptop.

Turn on the computer, song churan picked up chopsticks, just want to clip noodles, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang up.

She was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the mobile phone screen, the expression on her face instantly stiff.

What did he call to do so late?

To humiliate her?

With his teeth biting his lips, song churan stares at the mobile phone screen for a long time, but he can't lift his hand to get the phone.

Finally, the phone hung up.

With a sigh of relief, she reached for her cell phone and deleted it.

Then I click on the web page to watch the news for a while. As soon as I touch a news link on the screen, I didn't expect that the phone came in again.

She was stunned and pressed her hand on the touch screen.

Looking at the phone call on the screen has been in the timing, song churan took a breath, and then picked up the phone.

"Hello, what's the matter with calling so late?"

Song churan's voice sounds calm, which annoys Lu Juncheng.

"It seems that you are in a good mood?"

No matter how bad he is, he can't know.

This is three years of marriage to song churan's experience!

Because the more unhappy you are, the more proud he is!

Want to suppress each other's arrogance, then you must be arrogant.

"It's OK. The handsome guy who sent me home tonight has good Kung Fu. We've just finished it. Why? Do you want to ask me if I have an orgasm? "

"Song churan, you are so shameless!"

The call has been interrupted.

Song churan took the phone down from his ear, then deleted the call record and put it aside.

The noodles are a bit lumpy after such a long time.

Song churan picked up the chopsticks, mixed the noodles, then picked them up with the chopsticks and kept stuffing them into his mouth.

She told herself in her heart that no matter how hard she felt in her heart, she could not hurt her body.

She's hungry now, so she has to eat!

But how sad is it to eat noodles mixed with tears?

But song churan finished all the noodles in the bowl, took the bowl to the kitchen, cleaned up the kitchen and wiped his hands with a towel.

When he comes out of the kitchen, song churan plans to read the documents for a while, and then he goes to bed. Unexpectedly, the doorbell reminds him at this time.

I raised my hand and looked at the time. It's eleven o'clock.

So late, who could it be?

Go to the door, when song churan from the visual doorbell to see Lu Juncheng's face, song churan Leng for a long time did not respond.

The doorbell is still ringing. Song churan doesn't know what Lu Juncheng is doing when he comes here so late, but if he presses down like this, he will wake Bai Jiaojiao up.

So she had to open the door.

Seeing the door opened, song churan stood at the door in his bathrobe.

Thinking of what she said just now, Lu Juncheng felt that his head was about to explode.

Lu Juncheng reaches for song churan's wrist and pushes her into the room.

"Lu Juncheng, what's wrong with you if you don't sleep at night?"

The strength on his hand is very big, song churan eat pain of wrinkly tight brow.

"Does it hurt? Song churan, do you know the pain? Where is the man? Where did you do it? a living room? bedroom? Or the bathroom? "

Lu Juncheng seems to be crazy, pushing and shoving to the bedroom.

Bai Jiao Jiao is in a bad mood today. If she wakes up, I'm afraid she can't sleep well tonight.

There is no way, song churan can only humble himself once.

"Can we go out and talk about something?"

Looking at Song churan's flattery, Lu Juncheng doesn't buy it.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid I'll beat him? "

Looking at the anger in his eyes, song churan felt really like he was crazy.