Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

She took a breath of air conditioning and hung up the phone in a hurry. Then she stared at the man around her, "what are you doing?"

Ling Yushen stopped. Yingting's eyebrows had been frowned and looked at her hand. His eyes were familiar and restrained. Finally, he raised her hand, lowered his head and looked carefully, "does it hurt?"

"What do you say?"

Ling Yushen simply took the gauze apart. Lu Mian looked at his actions and wanted to stop it. It was too late. The gauze was completely opened, and the exposed wound was a little scary.

In fact, it's much better. It's just that the black and red blood scab looks a little seeping.

"That's it." Ling Yushen gently held her finger and took her out.

What? That's it.

Why couldn't she understand a word he said?

Lu Mian's mind was full of question marks. He held his hand and took him away. "Where are you taking me?"

He opened the door and helped her into the car. Ling Yushen got on the car. He told the driver, "go back to the mansion."

"Yes, president."

Ling Yushen turned his head and looked at Lu Mian. Suddenly he heard that he was going back to Ling's house. Lu Mian's mood was a little subtle. Returning to Ling's house meant meeting Mrs. Ling and her mother-in-law, who didn't like her very much.

She also wanted to relax, but her tension could not be restrained.

Her eyes were opposite. She pursed her lips, and there was a sense of grievance in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

He seemed to blame him for taking her directly to Ling's house without consulting her in advance.

"Mom said she missed us. Let's go back to dinner." He spoke slowly, his eyes dropped and played with her cool fingertips. "It's just dinner. We'll go home after eating."

Lu Mian pulls back his hand and reveals his words without expression. "Your mother just misses you, not me."

"I thought you would be less embarrassed to say so."

Lu Mian: "

When he came to Ling's mansion, the driver opened the door. Lu Mian sat in the car and refused to get down.

Ling Yushen waved his hand. The driver understood and retreated to one side.

Standing outside the door, he leaned over and looked at Lu Mian, who was sitting still. His voice was low. "Mian Mian, come down."

She turned her head and looked over. That glance contained countless unspoken grievances.

Seeing through her nervousness, Ling Yushen held her hand, "I'm here."

The servant reported that Ling Yushen and Lu Mian came back. Mrs. Ling hurried down the stairs and greeted her son with a smile, "Yu Shen, back."

"Yes."

Lu Mian, standing beside Ling Yushen, although she covered up well, her stiff limbs betrayed her nervousness and gently shouted, "Mom."

Mrs. Ling looked at her and nodded slightly coldly.

Her eyes moved down and fell on her hand.

The pupil was shocked and tightened. Mrs. Ling wanted to ask, but she held back again.

"Dinner is ready. Go wash your hands and eat."

"Won't dad come back?"

"He has dinner with his friends and won't come back for dinner tonight."

Ling Yushen patted Lu Mian on the shoulder, "go wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

"Oh." Lu Mian went to the bathroom by himself.

As soon as she left, Mrs. Ling hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "what happened to her hand?"

Ling Yushen took her shoulder and took it to the restaurant, "I'll teach you a lesson."

"You teach me a lesson?"

"Well, I promised you last time. Go back and teach her a lesson. Just let her mop the floor to cook, wash dishes and wash clothes. When cooking, her hand was scalded by hot oil. "

"This......" Mrs. Ling stopped talking.