Lu Huaijing frowned slightly and wanted to refuse, but when he saw her like this, he thought of something and finally closed his eyes helplessly.
"Then follow me!"
After he finished speaking, he started the engine.
The car drove directly to Lu Zhai, where Lu Huaijing had not been back for more than half a month.
Zhou's mother was awakened by the sound of the engine. She thought it was Lu Huaijing who had returned with Nan Yan.
He immediately stood up, put on a coat and opened the door. After seeing Lu Huaijing, he immediately showed a surprised smile: "Sir, you are back, that lady..."
Her voice stopped suddenly, and the smile froze on her face.
Because, following behind Lu Huaijing was Song Yihuan who looked like a drowned rat!
Why is she here?
Zhou Ma's face was ugly, and there was even a bit of hostility in her eyes.
"Mother Zhou, clean up a guest room and let...Ms. Song stay for a while." Lu Huaijing said coldly, and then walked straight inside.
As sharp as Song Yihuan, she could tell at a glance that Zhou Ma was not welcome. She gave him a cold look, feeling very dissatisfied.
How dare a servant look down on her?
Song Yihuan gritted her teeth secretly. Now that she can live here, she will live here in the future!
Thinking of this, she followed Lu Huaijing directly and walked in naturally.
Zhou Ma rolled her eyes in a deserted corner and was in a bad mood.
If the wife doesn't come back, the husband wants him to take care of the little vixen.
She turned around dully, and just as she was about to get something, she saw Song Yihuan walking into the kitchen.
Zhou's mother felt that her territory had been violated, so she also walked in and asked, "Miss Song, what can I do for you?"
Song Yihuan turned around in a circle and then put on a fake smile: "The weather is too cold. I want to make some ginger soup for Ajing. Aunt Zhou, can you help me?"
"This kind of thing is for me, the servant, to handle. You'd better go to bed early."
Zhou Ma spoke calmly, and just as she was about to reach out for the casserole, Song Yihuan stopped her.
"I know Ah Jing's taste very well, Aunt Zhou, you just need to tell me where the ingredients are."
Song Yihuan was wet all over. Although she was shivering from the cold, she still had to come in person.
Zhou Ma was speechless and could only tell her where the things were.
Turning around and walking out of the kitchen, he saw Lu Huaijing changing his clothes and walking downstairs.
"Where's Yi Huan?" he asked with a frown.
Mother Zhou: "Miss Song is in the kitchen and said she wanted to make ginger soup for you. I originally wanted to..."
"Why should she do such a thing?"
Lu Huaijing also frowned and said coldly: "Mama Zhou, you are an old man of the Lu family. You should not let her work as a guest."
She opened her mouth with blame. Only then did the very nervous Zhou Ma realize why Song Yihuan had to do it by herself just now.
Just as he was about to explain, Song Yihuan's voice came out.
"Ah Jing, don't get me wrong, I did it myself."
She leaned slightly from the island table, smiled palely and said, "I'm worried about you catching cold. Mother Zhou is old, and I don't want her to be too tired."
Mother Zhou: ...You are noble and kind.
She's just an old loser, right?
Lu Huaijing saw that her hair was still dripping with water, and then looked at Zhou Ma's dark face.
She said helplessly: "Yi Huan, you don't need to do anything here. You should go take a shower first, don't catch a cold. It just so happens that I also have something to ask you."
Song Yihuan's body froze and she was silent for a moment. Finally, she put down her apron and whispered: "Okay~"
Turned around and went upstairs.
Seeing that she went straight to Lu Huaijing's room, Zhou's mother couldn't help shouting: "Miss Song, your guest room is next door. Go upstairs and turn left. Don't go wrong!"
Song Yihuan paused in her footsteps, her eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth bitterly.
This old immortal was actually so guarded against her!
But because Lu Huaijing was present, she could only pretend to be ignorant and innocent, and said apologetically:
"Ah, I'm really sorry, I'm not very familiar with it, I'll go to the guest room now!
After saying that, she quickened her pace.
It wasn't until the sound of the door closing was heard that Lu Huaijing walked up to Zhou's mother.
She said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mom Zhou, I wasn't blaming you just now."
As a person who has taken care of Lu Huaijing for many years, even if he is a servant, he will give him the respect he deserves.
Zhou's mother's face became a little brighter, but she still frowned in confusion and asked: "Sir, why don't you bring your wife back?"
She's almost a month old.
Since the wife put down the divorce agreement that day and moved away, the husband has rarely come back.
Such a big villa is even more deserted.
When Gu Nanyan was mentioned, Lu Huaijing's eyes darkened.
He frowned and said, "Don't ask too much about her and me. As for Yi Huan, just take care of her within your responsibilities."
Not for anything else, just for Grandma Song.
Lu Huaijing would not leave Song Yihuan alone.
What's more, they had a relationship?
Zhou Ma didn’t understand, but she had no right to refute.
He could only nod silently, turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Song Yihuan took a bath. The clothes and bathrobes in the guest room were all one-size-fits-all, so she took one and changed into it.
When he walked downstairs, Lu Huaijing was sitting on the sofa, with smoke rising from his long fingers. There was also a tablet placed on the coffee table.
That profile face was handsome and deep, and just one glance made Song Yihuan's heart flutter.
She walked slowly to the man's side and said softly: "Ajing, smoking is bad for your health. Are you...what's bothering you?"
When Lu Huaijing heard this, his dark eyes fell on her.
Frowning slightly, he asked in a cold voice: "What exactly happened at Shang Hai's dinner today."
In the rest room, Song Yihuan insisted that it was because Gu Nanyan saw her at the banquet that she questioned her.
She retorted a few words and was pushed down the stairs by Gu Nanyan who rushed out.
Although Lu Huaijing had doubts at the time, he still comforted her first.
But now, he actually asked again.
Song Yihuan's face paled obviously for a moment, but she still whispered: "Ajing, I have already told you what happened. I...I don't blame Sister Nanyan, and you shouldn't be angry with her -"
"Yeah?"
Lu Huaijing interrupted her coldly and saw the tablet opened and pushed in front of her.
His expression was slightly cold: "I thought that if I gave you a chance, you would cherish it."
Song Yihuan was startled for a moment and quickly checked the contents.
As the progress bar progressed little by little, her face became increasingly ugly.
Why is there surveillance?
Song Yihuan had not calculated that there was surveillance at all. She didn't even know that there was surveillance at that place.
She panicked for a moment and cried in defense: "I...I didn't lie, Ah Jing, I really didn't!"
