At this time, the Lu family’s old residence.
Lu Yimo stood at the door like a watcher. Aunt Qian had been persuading her sincerely for a long time.
"Young Master, let's go back to eat first. The Young Madam will be back soon."
"You've said it a hundred and eighty-three times, but mom still hasn't come back." Lu Yimo said again, "Grandma Qian, if mom hasn't come back yet, does it mean she doesn't want me anymore?"
"How is that possible? My young master is so cute and smart, how can anyone have the heart to not want you?"
"Then why hasn't mom come back? I haven't seen mom for ten hours and three minutes." Lu Yimo's face was filled with sadness.
Aunt Qian: "..."
She knew she would have to go back one hundred and eighty-three times.
Lu Shenxing pushed the wheelchair out and ordered with a cold face: "Go in."
Lu Yimo snorted and ignored it.
"Lu Yimo, I'm talking to you!"
Lu Yimo said: "Uncle Ye said that men who are not loved by their wives have bad tempers. Dad, I understand you and sympathize with you, but I can't listen to you."
"Lu Yimo!" Lu Shenxing's voice suddenly became dangerous.
Lu Yimo sighed: "Dad, don't worry, even if no one wants you, my son will take care of you until you die. Don't worry."
After saying that, Lu Yimo patted Lu Shenxing's arm, looking like he was filial to his son.
Lu Shenxing: "..."
Then the voice of greeting came.
"Young Madam."
"Mom is back!"
Lu Yimo pounced on him like a baby swallow throwing itself into the forest.
Lu Shenxing looked at his son who disappeared instantly, his face as black as carbon.
Never give up?
He is really a great boy.
And Song Mingyi doesn't know what magic he can use to turn his always smart son into a stupid idiot.
Lu Shenxing looked at Song Mingyi with indifferent eyes and saw that her clothes were wet and she looked particularly embarrassed.
"Mom, have you been caught in the rain? It's all my fault. If I had picked up my mother earlier, she wouldn't have been caught in the rain."
Looking at the little guy in front of her, Song Mingyi's cold heart softened a little. She leaned over and touched Lu Yimo's little face: "It's not Mo Mo's fault, it's that I didn't pay attention to the weather."
"Mom, go take a shower quickly. You'll catch a cold if you wear wet clothes." Lu Yimo grabbed Song Mingyi's hand and pulled her upstairs.
Song Mingyi's arm flinched.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"It's okay." Song Mingyi let Lu Yimo hold her hand. When passing Lu Shenxing, she paused slightly and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lu."
"Yeah." Lu Shenxing responded indifferently, his nose moved, and his brows suddenly wrinkled when he saw Song Mingyi walking upstairs.
After going upstairs, Song Mingyi was urged to go to the bathroom by Lu Yimo. When she took off her clothes, she discovered that the wound on her arm bitten by the child had been stuck to her sleeve.
Song Mingyi yanked hard, and the sleeves connected to a large piece of flesh fell off, and blood flowed out instantly. Her eyebrows were cold, as if she didn't notice the pain.
When Song Mingyi came out of the bathroom, Lu Yimo was standing at the door holding a bowl of brown sugar ginger water.
"Mom, drink it quickly. Grandma Qian said you won't catch a cold after drinking ginger water."
Song Mingyi knelt down and touched Lu Yimo's head: "Thank you, Momo. Mom already feels better when she sees you."
Lu Yimo smiled shyly, his big eyes full of joy.
I haven't seen Song Mingyi for a day, and I can't miss her anymore. He just followed her like a little tail.
Lu Shenxing couldn't stand it any longer, so he stretched out his long arm and grabbed his son's back collar, carrying him over.
"It's getting late, you should go back to your room to take a shower and go to bed."
"I don't want it. Mom just came back. I still want to stay with her for a while."
"Your mother is tired." Lu Shenxing said it easily because his son probably influenced him to call him "your mother."
Lu Yimo looked at Song Mingyi's somewhat pale face and said obediently: "Then I'll take a shower. Good night, mom."
"Okay." Song Mingyi agreed, but still sent Lu Yimo into the room and closed the bathroom door for him.
In the bathroom.
Lu Yimo took off his clothes in a few moments and walked nimbly into the bathtub. A birthmark like a goshawk was printed on his left waist.
Song Mingyi came out of the children's room and saw Lu Shenxing waiting aside with a wheelchair.
"Mr. Lu."
Song Mingyi lowered her eyes and said hello, then prepared to leave, and then her wrist was held.
"Push me back to the room."
After returning to the room, Lu Shenxing took out the medical kit, turned around and saw Song Mingyi still standing aside, and said, "Sit down."
Song Mingyi knew that the wound on her arm had not been hidden from Lu Shenxing, but she still refused: "It's just some skin trauma, don't worry about it."
"So, do you want to use these wounds to make yourself miserable in front of me? Or do you want to pretend to inadvertently rub the blood on your arm onto the sheets, so that everyone will think that I can't help but want you, so I can rely on you. Will you stay in Mrs. Lu’s position for the rest of your life?”
"Mr. Lu has a great imagination and is particularly suitable for writing novels. Do you want me to recommend some websites to you?"
"So, why did you refuse?"
Song Mingyi took a deep breath: "I will do it myself."
She lifted up her sleeves to expose her injured arm, then took a cotton swab and dipped it in disinfectant to disinfect it.
Even with only one hand, Song Mingyi's movements were very agile.
Lu Shenxing asked coldly: "Have you studied medicine?"
"Um."
"The information I got shows that you majored in fashion design at university."
"I learned it in prison." Song Mingyi said: "I was injured many times in prison, so I learned some."
Lu Shenxing smiled: "You don't shy away from being in jail."
"What is there to avoid? This is the truth, isn't it?" Song Mingyi took out a roll of gauze and wrapped it around the wound, then tied a knot with one hand.
"Mr. Lu, you can rest assured this time. My blood will never stain your sheets, nor will people misunderstand that you have lost your innocence." After a pause, Song Mingyi added: "I will sleep on the sofa tonight."
When Lu Shenxing saw Song Mingyi actually taking the initiative to sleep on the sofa, he sneered: "You've learned a lot about playing hard to get."
Song Mingyi: "..."
Are all such powerful men so confident?
Very entertaining.
When she was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.
It's Aunt Qian here.
Aunt Qian smiled and said: "Young Master, Young Madam, Madam asked me to come in to get some things."
As he raised his hand, the servants behind him filed in. They quickly took away the sofa, extra pillows, bedding, and even the carpet on the floor.
Aunt Qian looked around and saw a room with only one big bed, and said with a smile: "Young Master, Madam, please go to bed early."
After saying that, he closed the door neatly.
Lu Shenxing: "..."
Song Mingyi: "..."
