Thin footsteps sounded from behind him, and Jono was stunned for a moment, then reacted a moment later.

The key to this villa is only owned by himself and Lu Yunzheng, and Lu Yunzheng is back.

Sure enough, she looked to the door and saw the man's stern and angular face.

Before, my heart was full of illusory feelings, but now in this situation, the reality of becoming Lu Yunzheng's mistress suddenly became very strong.

"Lu Yunzheng," Qiao Nuo panicked and shouted.

Lu Yunzheng's handsome eyes widened slightly, and his cold voice carried an irresistible majesty.

"Since you are my mistress, you must know what to do and what not to do."

Jono nodded, a hint of bitterness filling his chest.

Lu Yunzheng saw that she was obedient, his face became even more condensed, and he coughed lightly.

"I will come when I want to come, and I won't let you know when I don't want to come."

"Hmm," Jono nodded again.

"You can't go out and make a statement, after all, it's an unsightly identity." Lu Yunzheng's voice was even cooler.

Jono responded, "I know. ”

The man's face sank suddenly, like a cold winter moon, he glanced at Qiao Nuo in a deep manner, and his tone was complicated, "It's good if you know." ”

As he spoke, he took out a black card and threw it to Jono, his tone cold, "Take it and use it." ”

"I, I have a job myself. ”

Lu Yunzheng sneered, "Elementary school teacher? How much income can be made. ”

Giorno blushed and lowered his head to his fingers.

She didn't think she had anything to do, but she had been counted down by Mo Shaosi and He Yinglian many times before, saying that she was a dignified young grandmother of the Mo family, but she couldn't do the work at all.

"You have the money for your work, but you are my Lu Yunzheng's mistress, don't let anyone who knows laugh at it." Lu Yunzheng said.

Qiao Nuo wanted to say something, but was blocked by Lu Yunzheng's words, "It's not just you who lose face when you go out and lose someone." ”

Jono clenched his fingers, the words that were about to come out of his throat jammed. She bowed her head.

What Lu Yunzheng said is that she is not only representing herself now, but also the person who Lu Yunzheng is supporting.

Obviously this is the case, but Jono didn't know why, as soon as he heard those words, his heart hurt like a knife.

The sourness and pain in his heart were even worse, Qiao Nuo took a deep breath, did not argue with Lu Yunzheng, and silently put away the card.

As the sun moves westward, the days get shorter and shorter in autumn, and soon the sky is pitch black.

Qiao Nuo looked at Lu Yunzheng, who was calmly sitting in the study to check the documents, and finally could be sure that he might not leave today.

With a tug in his heart, Jing Yu's face suddenly came to mind.

Qiao Nuo hesitated and asked, "Lu Yunzheng, are you ...... tonight?"

"I'm here tonight." The man gave her a deep look and quickly spat out a few words.

"What about Jingyu?" Jono asked in a panic.

As soon as she spoke, Lu Yunzheng burst out laughing, but under the thin smile, there was cold ice.

He raised his eyes to look at Jono, his cold eyes revealing a cold aura.

"Jono, you have time to care about others, you might as well think about yourself."

"Also, how is Jing Yu and what does it have to do with you? He is the young master of the Lu family, and you are just an unsightly mistress. ”

The man's words pierced his chest like a sharp sword, leaving a bloody wound that gushed outward.

Jono's eyes were sour, but somehow he didn't shed tears.

She smirked, "yes, yes." The voice trembled uncontrollably.

After Lu Yunzheng finished speaking, he didn't say anything, and continued to look at the documents with heavy eyes.

Thinking that he had come early and must not have eaten anything, Jono looked for the existing ingredients from the refrigerator and made a few dishes.

The fragrant pork is bright in color, the fish stew is tender and fragrant, the broccoli is paired with orange-yellow carrots, and a pot of steaming white porridge.

"Lu Yunzheng, are you eating?" Jono hesitated to speak.

Lu Yunzheng raised his head, folded his thumb and index finger, slowly rubbed his eyebrows, and walked to the restaurant with his long legs.

His face was cold, but when he saw the dishes in the restaurant, his face changed suddenly, and his thick sword eyebrows were raised, and he looked at Qiao Nuo in surprise.

Jono was wearing a pink apron and had a little flour left over from making white porridge on his hands.

"Jono, I found out that I really underestimated you." Lu Yunzheng spoke, his low voice trembling slightly, with obvious mockery.

"You don't touch the spring water with your fingers in Qiao's house, and you are very squeamish when you are with me. I didn't want to stay in the Mo family for two and a half years, but I became a good wife and mother. ”

Qiao Nuo was stunned, only to feel that Lu Yunzheng's words were full of insults.

But it was indeed her who was at fault, and she couldn't say a thousand thoughts in her heart, she just stared at Lu Yunzheng with round eyes, but her eyes quietly turned red.

When she first married into the Mo family, she didn't know anything.

When I was in Qiao's house, my mother always said that girls should learn some housework after all, not to cook for their husbands every day, but they must know how to do it.

But her father said no, she was the daughter of the Qiao family, and it didn't matter if she couldn't cook a single dish in her life.

She didn't expect that these things would be transferred as soon as they arrived at the Mo family.

He Yinglian is old and sleeps much less than ordinary people.

So he called her up at four or five o'clock every morning, and asked her to go with the maid to buy fresh vegetables, and come back to make soup for Mo Shaosi to drink.

The soup is boiled for three or four hours, and in the middle of it is necessary to learn a variety of dishes, which is not much better than the apprentice who has followed the master for many years.

Sometimes she can't hold on, and she keeps fighting up and down while boiling soup.

He Yinglian beat her with a feather duster, leaving no trace of affection.

He Yinglian also complained that she was not sincere enough to make soup, so Mo Shaosi drank the tonic soup to be useless and failed to give birth to a son.

How many times did Qiao Nuo be forced to stand it, and wanted to tell her that Mo Shaosi didn't touch himself at all, and it was useless to drink more tonic soup.

But when I thought of Mo Shaosi's warm face, I couldn't bear it after all.

She didn't know at that time that Mo Shaosi was the face she is now.

The woman didn't speak, just lowered her head, with a thoughtful expression on her face, and her clear and dark eyes were deep, as if she was recalling something.

Lu Yunzheng looked at Qiao Nuo, and suddenly became angry.

With a wave of his hand, he swept a table of food to the ground, his tone like a cold wind.

"Jono, don't tell me you're thinking about Mo Shaosi."

Qiao Nuo was hurting himself, and he didn't expect to be rightly said by Lu Yunzheng, so he looked up at him in shock, his eyes widened.

Lu Yunzheng laughed in a low voice, but the Yin Owl's eyes revealed a devouring coldness, "Qiaonuo, you are really amazing." ”

His voice fell, and he grabbed Giorno and carried her on his back.