Ex-wife, please remarry me

Hearing song churan ask such a question, Lu Juncheng can't guess what her original intention is.

Drooping his eyes, Lu Juncheng raised his head, looked at Song churan, and said frankly, "if I said I didn't regret it, do you believe it?"

"I believe it!"

Song churan's direct and straightforward answer surprised Lu Juncheng.

"Ha ha, I thought you would say you don't believe it or other answers!"

Song churan smiles and says nothing.

She always told herself in her heart that Lu Juncheng and those women, at most, were just playing around. In other words, he was just angry with her.

But if the protagonist of the story changes to Tang Xin, song churan can't believe it.

If a man spends a night in a hotel with a woman he loves, nothing happens.

I'm afraid no woman would like to believe such words.

Two people's conversation in the music faded down, song churan holding a coffee cup, while drinking, while thinking of song Rao in the heart.

Song Rao has a lot of love in her small stomach. It seems that there is nothing she can't do.

But after so many years abroad, she didn't learn how to speak.

A few words were blocked by her.

"What are you thinking?"

Song churan didn't speak for a long time, and Lu Juncheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

Hearing Lu Juncheng's voice, song churan turned back and shook his head.

After a sip of bitter coffee, he turned to look at Lu Juncheng and said calmly, "I just think that even if we divorce, there are some women who want to marry you!"

Finally, the two of them were able to sit down and have a cup of coffee, listen to music and talk, but she came here again.

Lu Juncheng raised his head and looked at Song churan a little displeased. He saw a faint sneer on her face. He looked down and thought, and felt that there was something in her words.

"You mean your sister, song Rao?"

Song churan didn't say anything. She just took a look at Lu Juncheng, and then continued to drink the coffee in her cup, as if she didn't know anything.

"You don't seem to have a very good relationship with your sister!"

"Well, so? Are you going to help me with her? "

Although Lu Juncheng sometimes lost his temper with her, it was a little puzzling, but he was not a fool.

At the dinner table, song Rao's tit for tat attitude towards her can be seen by anyone!

"With your present ability, it should be a matter of one sentence if you want to deal with her? Do you still need me to help you? "

Lu Juncheng's eyes full of temptation swept around Song churan. He wanted to hear song churan say, of course.

But the other person smiles and then changes the subject.

"It's getting late. Do you want to go back or stay? If you want to go, hurry. If you want to stay, the guest room is clean, but without your pajamas, you can make do with my bathrobe! "

After that, song churan reached out and picked up the two empty coffee cups on the table and got up to go to the kitchen.

"Take a bath. Give me the cup. I'll take a bath."

Hands empty, fingers seem to have each other touched the heat in the continuous heating.

After song churan told Lu Juncheng to put the cup in the cupboard, he hurried back to the room.

I took my pajamas and locked myself in the bathroom.

Turning on the tap, song churan looks at the rising water in the bathtub and thinks about what happened this evening, as well as the action he just touched his finger. Should it be unintentional?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt insecure.

No, she can't!

She had to regain her composure and not be dazzled by these hallucinations.

After washing the cups and putting them in the cupboard, Lu Juncheng turns off the kitchen light. When he plans to go out, he thinks about it and turns on the light. Then he goes to the front of the refrigerator and opens the refrigerator door.

It's full of many things, which makes Lu Juncheng a little surprised.

He thought that song churan, like ordinary urban white-collar workers, was out for three meals a day.

Looking around in the refrigerator, Lu Juncheng found a bag of rock sugar and pure milk.

Pour the milk into the glass, add four or five pieces of rock sugar, and then put them in the microwave oven.

Song churan just drank a cup of bitter coffee. Can his stomach bear it if it goes on like this?

Thinking of this, Lu Juncheng himself was stunned.

He seems to care about song churan unconsciously.

Is this really like what Fang Jingsheng said to him before, when you find that a person is important to you, you begin to pay attention to everything about her?

Shen Sinian frowned, numb.

After the milk was heated, Lu Juncheng took it to the bedroom and put it on the bedside table.

Just then, song churan's mobile phone on the bedside table lights up.

Lu Juncheng a Leng, eyes toward the mobile phone swept one eye, found that is a text message.

He originally wanted to take up the mobile phone to see who sent it, but after thinking about it, Lu Juncheng withdrew his hand.

Because song churan said he believed him.

Does he, too, try to believe her?

Full of curiosity, Mou Guang glances at the mobile phone screen again, and then goes into song churan's cloakroom to get his pajamas.

Although the pattern of cloakroom is not small, there are not many clothes in it.

After taking the pajamas, when Lu Juncheng was ready to go out, he suddenly thought about it, folded himself and went to the front of the hanger to see the size of song churan's clothes.

It's all s sizes, but when he asked people to prepare clothes before, what size did he buy?

It's like... L!

Did song churan think that the house was for other women because of this last time?

Thinking of this, Lu Juncheng really doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to try his best to please a woman. Unexpectedly, he was beaten in the face by the other party. If he said that, wouldn't he be laughed to death?

Lu Juncheng shook his head helplessly and came out with his pajamas.

After sitting on the bed and waiting for a while, song churan opened the door and came out.

Seeing Lu Juncheng sitting on the bed, song churan was stunned for a moment, and then casually asked, "don't you go back tonight?"

But when he saw that her pajamas were already on the bed, song churan felt that his words were a waste of words.

However, Lu Juncheng still gave a reason that she had no way to refuse.

"You asked me to listen to your story tonight, but your story hasn't been told yet!"

Hearing this, song churan suddenly realized.

In fact, just now she really said it casually, but she didn't expect that the other party actually took it seriously.

But even the clothes are taken, just no one else at home, stay, anyway, the guest room is clean.

"Go and take a bath first."

"OK, wait for me!"

Song churan didn't speak. After the door closed, she held her forehead with one hand. She felt as if she was dizzy.

What's the matter with her?

Song churan took a few deep breaths, calmed his mood a little, then lifted the quilt and planned to watch TV for a while.

After going to bed, song churan reaches for his mobile phone and finds a glass of milk on the bedside table.

Is this what Lu Juncheng prepared for her?

Although it's not sure whether it is, the cup has been picked up by song churan and handed to his lips. It's warm and comfortable for the whole person.

But the more I drink to the back, it seems to feel a little sweet.

When did you buy sweet milk in the fridge?

However, recently, he seems to be a little different.

Does she want to fulfill what she said before, as long as he breaks off the relationship with Tang Xin, she will try with him?

Song churan didn't know what the answer was.

Want to put down, reluctant.

But if you don't let go, there is always something in your heart, which is very uncomfortable.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like lice all over his body. He felt very uncomfortable.

Put down the cup, song churan picked up the remote control and mobile phone from the bedside table.

Turn on the TV, when the page appears, song churan looks down at the mobile phone and finds a short message.

It's so late. Is it Jiaojiao?

Click open to see, song churan found that it was Quan Shaoxiang.

The other side has only one sentence: "do you have time? I'd like to invite you to dinner!"

Simple and clear, but song churan is not a fool.

Quan Shaoxiang asked her out. I'm afraid it's not serious to chat with her. Song churan simply deleted the text message and put his mobile phone aside.

She really has no mind to deal with such boring people.

When Lu Juncheng came out of the bath, he saw song churan sitting on the bed watching TV, so he walked directly towards her.

"Washed?"

Song churan unintentionally turned to see Lu Juncheng, immediately couldn't help laughing.

Song churan is not short, but he is very thin.

And Lu Juncheng looks very thin, but when he wears song churan's wide and loose Nightgown on Lu Juncheng's body, it naturally becomes the same as the tights.

When song churan wore the robe that was over the knee, he almost didn't wear it as a hip skirt by Lu Juncheng.

"Is that funny?"

Lu Juncheng awkwardly blackened his face, then lifted the quilt and went straight to bed.

Seeing that Lu Juncheng came to the edge, song churan seemed to open the guard again. Even if Lu Juncheng looks really funny at the moment, she can't laugh any more.

Song churan is really a little scared now that he and his daughter live in the same room.

"What's the matter?"

Lu Juncheng saw that song churan moved his position beside him. He twisted his brow slightly. Then he looked at Song churan helplessly and asked, "are you afraid of me?"

"No, you think too much!"

He said so, but Lu Juncheng found that song churan's hand was grasping the quilt.

It's not tension. What is it?