Lu Huaijing didn't dare to think about it anymore.
He frowned deeply, he must have been possessed by a demon to think that the woman that night was related to Gu Nanyan.
That day, when he woke up, it was Song Yihuan in his arms...
He closed his eyes, suppressed the ridiculous thoughts, and then spoke softly: "Okay, I'm hungry, let's make something to eat."
Eh?
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and asked immediately: "What do you want to eat?"
He took care of her for one night and even made a bed warmer. Naturally, Nan Yan would repay her kindness.
"Just watch and do it."
Lu Huaijing stood up, loosened the tie around his neck, and walked towards the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower first."
"Ah good……"
Nan Yan turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Somehow, she felt more relaxed and happy than ever before.
Although she was the one who cooked in the past, Lu Huaijing never came back to eat. Even if he carefully cooked the medicinal soup and sent it to the company, he was rejected without exception.
This was the first time that Lu Huaijing took the initiative to ask to eat something she cooked.
Nan Yan slightly curved the corners of his mouth, and there was a little light in his eyes.
Maybe, he is not really hard-hearted...
She started thinking about it, and soon she made three dishes and one soup.
Although simple and unpretentious, they are all delicious and delicious.
After serving the rice, Nan Yan walked briskly to the bedroom, wanting to invite Lu Huaijing to eat with him.
As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a man's deep and gentle voice coming from inside.
"...Yi Huan, please focus on taking care of your fingers first. As for Grandma Song's matter, I will find a way to deal with it..."
Lu Huaijing's voice was very magnetic. Every time he spoke in a low voice, there was a gentle attraction. It was just a few short words, but he was said to be particularly doting: "You eat well, nothing is as important as your body." ."
Nan Yan couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone clearly. She only felt that there seemed to be an invisible coldness, bit by bit eroding from the soles of her feet, along the nerves, and gradually integrated into her limbs.
The rich and handsome man didn't notice at all. After listening to what was said on the other end of the phone, he continued to answer: "I know, I won't blame you for this matter. As for what they want to sue for, I don't either. I will ignore it, mainly because Gu Nanyan was also hurt."
"Yi Huan, you have to know that the impact of this incident is really bad. Gu Nanyan is still Mrs. Lu. The reputation of the Lu family cannot be affected in any way. I know you are different from those people. I will handle everything properly. Do not worry……"
Nan Yan stood at the door with a cold body, and even the fingers stretched out to knock on the door were stiff with cold.
Every word he spoke seemed to turn into sharp needles, making her eyes ache.
It turned out that he came to her and took care of her just to prevent her from expanding her influence and damaging the Lu family's reputation.
If it weren't for the identity of Mrs. Lu, how could Lu Huaijing care about her life and death?
Nan Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, even the gentleness that the man showed to him just now was in contrast.
That's all, it's just self-indulgence.
She is stupid. After being slapped in the face so many times, she still harbors delusions. She really deceives herself and others so much that she even deceives herself.
Nan Yan resisted the desire to open the door, and finally turned around and walked to the restaurant.
The cold water from the faucet washed away the sadness. By the time Lu Huaijing walked out, Nan Yan had returned to his usual calm and indifferent tone.
He saw the food on the table, which smelled like home, and the bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged.
"Hard."
Lu Huaijing sat at the dining table, but found that the little woman opposite him didn't even look at him.
He frowned silently, and although he noticed something abnormal about her, because he was so hungry, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
But after he picked up a piece of vegetables, he immediately vomited it out with an ugly look on his face.
He coughed so hard that he quickly grabbed the juice on one side and drank it, only to spit out the water again.
The bitter taste simply distorted that handsome face. He pursed his thin lips and his expression instantly darkened.
Nan Yan finally had some reaction. She raised her head to meet those angry eyes and said calmly:
"What's wrong, bitter melon juice, doesn't it taste good?"
The bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and Lu Huaijing couldn't help but asked angrily: "Gu Nanyan, you did it on purpose."
He is very picky about what he eats. Although he usually eats bitter melon, it has been processed and the original taste is obviously intentional.
Nan Yan raised her eyebrows in pretending to be surprised, "Really? I've always been like this. My life and marriage are all like this. Isn't it said that only people who are used to sweet things like to endure bitter things? I've always been like this. I don’t know, there are times when Mr. Lu can’t get used to it.”
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, why do you scream that you can't stand it anymore when someone else comes to pay for it?
Lu Huaijing was angry. He squinted his eyes and said, "Gu Nanyan, you don't have to be so arrogant. Isn't everything your own choice? Why are you acting so pretentious here again?"
"Yes, I did choose it myself."
Nan Yan resisted the pain in her eyes and raised her voice: "I can't match Song Yihuan's performance attire, and I don't want to continue to compromise. Mr. Lu, I am very grateful to you for sending me back last night, but now, this is my home. I don’t want someone who hurts me to stay here, please leave!”
She immediately issued an eviction order, making Lu Huaijing's face darker.
But before he could speak again, the doorbell rang.
Both of them looked towards the door, but the person outside the door seemed to have clairvoyant eyes and pressed twice in succession.
Nan Yan glanced at Lu Huaijing, and although she was very reluctant, she still opened the door.
The door opened, and standing outside was Song Yihuan.
She looked like she was wearing home clothes, even her hair was tied loosely behind her head, and she looked like a virtuous and virtuous wife.
Thinking of this, a layer of jealousy flashed across Song Yihuan's eyes, but she still held it back and even managed a smile.
"Sister Nanyan, is Ajing here? I...I heard that he is allergic, so I came here to give him some medicine."
Coming so soon, Lu Huaijing really told Song Yihuan everything!
Nan Yan narrowed her eyes sarcastically and said in a cold voice: "What a coincidence, Miss Song, isn't she recuperating from illness?"
"I'm just worried about Ajing, Sister Nanyan, can I go in?"
Song Yihuan shook the medicine bag in her hand, which was still wrapped with gauze.
At this time, Lu Huaijing from the restaurant had also heard the sound and came over.
Seeing Song Yihuan, a hint of surprise clearly flashed across his handsome and handsome face, and he frowned:
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to take a good rest?"
