Ex-wife, Remarry to Me

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

When Lu Juncheng got up in the morning, made breakfast, and was ready to go to work, song churan still did not get up.

In fact, she woke up very early, but she kept pretending to sleep.

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

Lu Juncheng lightly pushed open the bedroom door, see song churan not up, he did not disturb her, went directly to the dressing room to change clothes.

After finishing, Lu Juncheng went to the desk and took out a pen from the penholder. Then he wrote two lines of words on a blank A4 paper and put them on song churan's bedside table.

Seeing her sleeping soundly, Lu Juncheng bent down and stretched out his hand to tidy up the quilt for her, then turned around and left.

When hearing the sound of the door being closed outside, song churan slowly opened his eyes, then took a look at the direction of the head cabinet of the bed, stretched out his hand, and took the paper left by Lu Juncheng.

There are only two sentences on it: "I went to the company for an early meeting, and I will come back to pick you up for lunch at noon."

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

But now, she did not feel that way.

A hand will be the hands 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?

Small animals raised in the circle?

Or just like Tang Xin, is she just a lover?

If you think about it, it's ironic.

Lifting up the quilt, song churan sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to pick up the bathrobe on the ground, wrapped it in his body, and then walked towards the bathroom.

Last night's passion, although lively and incisive, but the traces left behind are a bit shocking.

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

Washing, suddenly, song churan looked down at his stomach as if thinking.

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

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

However, it also felt a bit humiliating.

Lu Juncheng's attitude is clearly that she does not want her to have children, and she is still looking forward to having his child.

Is it a little stupid to do this?

The idea in the heart just came out of the brain, song churan instantly thought of Bai Jiao's son.

What can happen without a husband?

If you can have a lovely child by your side, such a life, is really no regret?

Standing under the shower, song churan stares at her stomach for a long time. She decides to bet 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.

She wants to be a mother, the premise is that her own physical fitness is good enough.

Hungry, of course not!

Through the living room, song churan walked towards the kitchen.

After the restaurant, song churan found that there were sandwiches on the table that Lu Juncheng had prepared for her before leaving.

However, song churan just looked at it twice and went straight to the kitchen.

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

Take out the ingredients inside, do some processing, song churan washed the rice, and then 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, she seems to have not moved the cooker.

Now that he is back in charge of these things, song churan suddenly finds an indescribable confidence.

Cooking is a very hard work.

However, song churan has always felt that it is a matter of special pride for a woman to serve her husband a sumptuous dinner when he is off work.

But now, her mind in this period of time, completely changed.

Now she is not in the mood to wash her hands for Lu Juncheng. She just wants to take good care of her body so that she can give birth to a fat and white child, preferably a girl. In this way, she can be in laws with Bai Jiao Jiao.

Think of white Jiao Jiao Jiao, song churan hands inside the action of the pause.

She is now like Lu Juncheng, and she is not in the mood to go to the company.

Anyway, I'm a person when I'm free. I haven't been home for a long time.If big brother has time today, she hopes she can have a good talk with him.

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

Breakfast song churan has always liked to be simple, but simple does not mean that it is to deal with.

Put all the processed ingredients into the pot, and then add a little salt and sesame oil to seasoning, sprinkle with green onion, a pot of delicious mixed casserole porridge is ready.

After turning off the fire, song churan reached out and took a bowl of porridge from the cupboard to the inside table. Then he turned to the bedroom and took the mobile phone from the bag.

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

She has now left the affairs of foreign countries to one of her own cronies. Therefore, in addition to some decision-making questions, she does not need to worry too much about the basic operation situation.

It is because of this that she has time to waste time with Lu Juncheng in China.

Before, she also felt very romantic, in order to love back home.

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

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

Shake your head and put the unpleasant things aside.

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

All of a sudden, there was a message reminder on the wechat of the mobile phone.

Song churan frowned, then stretched out his hand to open the information and took a look.

"Up? I've reserved breakfast for you at the table

The message is from Lu Juncheng.

Song churan turned to look at the sandwich on the side, alone in the plate, take back his eyes, song churan did not reply to Lu Juncheng's message.

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

But it was clear that she was destined not to have a quiet breakfast this morning.

Less than three minutes later, Cao Zijian's phone call came in.

Song churan's fingers just click the link on the screen of the mobile phone. Before the response, 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 at all.

"If you have something to say, I'll hang up if it's OK!"

"Have you had breakfast?"

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

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

After saying 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.

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

Otherwise, she really did not know how to continue with Lu Juncheng.

After all, what she wants is his heart and his people, not a body in which one is in and the heart is not!

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

After breakfast, song churan cleaned up the kitchen, and 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 it is now.

Put down the bag, song churan heard that Qin Lang was not at home, so he went to his grandfather's study to look for Mr. Qin.

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

The door of the study was not closed. When song churan came to the door of the study, he saw that he was wearing a Pankou Tang suit with purple and gold lettering. He was standing at the back of his desk, absorbed in practicing calligraphy, holding a hair in his hand.

See the old man write seriously, song churan also did not go to disturb, standing in the door of the study, so quiet looking.

I haven't seen my grandfather for a long time. Although the old man's hair is gray, his spirit is very good.

It seems that there is nothing bothering me 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 his ink and noticed her.

"Vine? Why are you standing at the door? "

Hearing his grandfather's voice, song churan laughed and walked over.

The old man a pair of bright eyes looked at Song churan's body for a circle, then slightly frowned and asked: "isn't today a working day? How did you come back? "

Hearing the old man say this, song churan smiles, and then reaches out to pick up the ink on the inkstone table. While grinding it carefully, he jokingly says, "what? Grandfather thought it was a bad time for me to come back? Or don't want to see me? "The old man raised his head in a good mood and glared at Song churan. He touched the inkstone with a brush, then scraped off the excess ink. While waving his hair freely on rice paper, he said with a smile, "you can come back to see me, a bad old man, and I'm naturally happy. I'm afraid you don't like me because I'm old and don't like to talk to you! "

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

However, 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.