Warm Marriage and Honey Love: Mr.Lu's Gold Medal Wife

Century Earl leisure club, luxury box, sitting about a dozen people.

Lu Zhenghao was sitting in a corner with a dignified face. The cigarette he was holding between his fingers was almost burnt, but he didn't realize it.

The box was very busy. Almost every man was accompanied by beautiful women, but Lu Zhenghao was not.

He exudes cold air all over his body, which makes people dare not get close to him. His friends all know his temperament. The more time he is, the more you don't disturb him, otherwise you will be in trouble.

But a girl who just came in didn't know what to do. She took a look at the whole room and walked straight to Lu Zhenghao with a smile.

Before she sat down, Lu Zhenghao coldly spat out a word: "get out!"

The girl was called by Xu lang. seeing Lu Zhenghao's attitude, she couldn't hang on her face immediately, but she just dared to be angry. Xu Lang quickly came over and pulled her to another place. He also told her in a low voice not to provoke Lu Zhenghao any more.

Xu Lang organized everyone to play cards, and the scene became more lively. But Lu Zhenghao was still dead, as if all the excitement had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the party is about to break up, Xu Lang can't help but walk up to Lu Zhenghao with his glass.

"What do you think, young master? So absorbed? "

"It's none of your business!"

Lu Zhenghao's eyes flashed a trace of irritability and lit a cigarette. In the smoke, his face became a little blurred.

The mobile phone rings. It's uncle Hua, the housekeeper.

"Young master, no, madam has a high fever!"

Lu Zhenghao's mouth trembled and said coldly, "I'm not a doctor. What do you want to tell me? It's time to take medicine. It's time to go to the hospital

After he hung up the phone, he took a few puffs of smoke, and a trace of irritability flashed across his face.

Xu Lang curved the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "what? Is Miss Cheng ill? "

A sharp glance swept his face. He was not afraid. He continued slowly: "Lu Dashao, I really don't understand what you think. Mingming cares about her, but he doesn't want her to know. He is so indifferent. What are you doing

"Just like it. It's cold in front of her every time. Why not?"

"Don't think I don't know. You've been in love with this girl for a long time. You just don't want to admit it."

"I really can't understand it. It's not a matter of minutes to get her by your means. I have to wait for so many years until she is desperate. You say you..."

Lu Zhenghao took another deep breath of his cigarette, and his eyes became cold: "you talk too much today."

Xu Lang sipped a mouthful of red wine, and his tone was hoarse and lazy: "you, just want to live and suffer with your face!"

Lu Zhenghao frowned slightly, as if Xu Lang was right.

Why did he do that to Cheng Xiao?

Even he couldn't figure it out.

Clearly hate her, and hate to the bone, but every time I see her big watery eyes looking at him, pitiful and innocent, his heart will soften uncontrollably, and then compromise, and this time more than once.

Sometimes, he really hated his boundless tenderness.

Time and time to remind themselves not to be so good to her, but secretly, or out of control.

Xu Lang sat next to Lu Zhenghao and didn't say anything more. Many times, the onlookers could see clearly, and some words could only be touched. Lu Zhenghao was different from others, and he understood everything.

Just now, uncle Hua's phone call made his already boring mood even more boring.

Everyone can see that he is in a bad mood, and he is very bad. No one dares to provoke him again. After sitting for a while, Xu Lang gets up and leaves, and goes back into the lively atmosphere of the box.

When a cigarette is finished, Lu Zhenghao presses the butt out in the ashtray.

It's too noisy here. He said hello to Xu Lang and Zhou Zixi and quickly left the box.

That woman, I don't know what's going on now.

He drove home with a lot of wind and lightning on the way. He just ran into a red light and hit the steering wheel with anger. Originally, it was not far away, but he felt that the more he wanted to drive the car faster, the more he couldn't drive.

Finally, he pushed the door in, and there was no one in the living room.

He called "Uncle Hua" and no one answered. His heart sank.

As soon as you go upstairs, you can see Sister Zhang coming out of the guest room where Cheng Xiao lives.

"What about people?"

"Young master, madam has taken antipyretic medicine, and now she is asleep!"

Lu Zhenghao looked at the door, his cold thin lips pressed tightly into a line.

"Uncle Hua said just now that if my wife hasn't got rid of her fever, she will be sent to the hospital!"

"Well, it's OK. Go ahead and help yourself."

Lu Zhenghao's tone was still indifferent. Sister Zhang lowered her head, bypassed him and soon disappeared in his sight.

He stood in the same place for a while, suddenly thought that there are some urgent business to deal with, turned to prepare to go downstairs. But just a few steps out, I felt a little uneasy, and finally pushed open the door of the guest room.

Cheng Xiaoping is lying on the bed, covered with three thick quilts. His small face is very pale. Liu Hai is wet on his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat emerges from the tip of his nose.

Her brows are wrinkled tightly, and her hands are also pulling the quilt hard, as if she is having a bad dream.

Xu is too hot and dry, she suddenly opened a corner of the quilt, turned over and put the quilt on her chest.

Sweat has not yet covered out, and a cold can be OK.

Lu Zhenghao quickly walked over and helped her cover the quilt, and her two exposed arms were stuffed into the quilt.

Her eyebrows spread, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

The nightmare is over, and the good dream begins?

Lu Zhenghao stares at Cheng Xiao's face. The ice under his eyes is gradually melting.

Objectively speaking, Cheng Xiao is a standard beauty with beautiful features and temperament. But, once, why did he hate her so much? And how did this hatred disappear quietly?

It is said that there is love before there is hate. Then, will there be such things as love born of hate?

Lu Zhenghao felt a little confused. He put his hand into the quilt and gently grasped Cheng Xiao's hand. Her hands are very small, because of sweating, feel a little wet. However, Lu Zhenghao was firmly attracted like a magnet, and he was reluctant to let go.

The sound of footsteps came from the door. Lu Zhenghao let go of Cheng Xiao's hand and walked to the door. Even the sound of opening the door was very careful.

Sister Zhang was slightly surprised to see Lu Zhenghao come out of the guest room.

"Don't go in. She's sleeping soundly. Don't wake her up!"

Lu Zhenghao's voice is very small, and rarely without cold color, just like a husband who cares about his wife.

But as soon as sister-in-law Zhang turned to go downstairs, Cheng Xiao's frightened voice came from the other side of the door: "I'm sorry, sir, I was accidentally pregnant with your child. Don't be angry. I'll get rid of it as soon as possible! "

Hearing this, Lu Zhenghao's tall figure froze slightly and his face turned black immediately.