Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Her eyes moved and she smiled softly. "Isn't it ridiculous?"

"Do you think it's hypocrisy?" He stared at her as if to see through her.

"Don't tell me you mean it."

"So what, so what?"

Lu Mian looked away. "Are they all funny? I don't need cheap things."

"Oh." The man let out a low smile from the bottom of his throat.

Low and dumb, like wrapped in thick pulp, with bitterness.

"Even before the judge sentenced me, I had to listen to the defendant's defense. You didn't even listen to my explanation, so you sentenced me to death. Lu Mian, it's not fair. "

"Fair?" Lu Mian smiled, "there is no absolute fairness in this world."

The servant came out of the nanny room and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. When he saw them here, he was stunned, "good morning, sir and madam."

Lu Mian and Ling Yushen looked at each other. She immediately pushed him away, raised her hand, played with her hair twice, nodded and smiled, "good morning."

She left the kitchen first.

Ling Yushen followed.

Back in the living room, she sat down. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. She didn't sleep all night. Her head was a little swollen and painful.

She can't go to the company today. She has to think about her marriage with Ling Yushen.

Ding Dong.

The door bell rang.

Ling Yushen went to open the door.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Standing outside the door is Mrs. Ling with exquisite makeup. She is standing at the door with an insulated food box.

Her son's surprised question dissatisfied her.

"Let me see you. Aren't you going to let me in? "

"No." Ling Yushen stepped aside. Mrs. Ling came in. Looking around, she saw Lu Mian sitting on the sofa with a haggard face in his nightgown.

Lu Mian didn't seem to find her coming. He still closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead without any indication.

Mrs. Ling looked at Lu Mian and looked back at Ling Yushen, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

He said nothing, but Ling Yushen impatiently untied two shirt buttons.

Mrs. Ling can see clearly that his wrinkled shirt doesn't look like it was just put on.

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