At the end of the day, it was only five o'clock in the afternoon. Qiao Nuo couldn't guess Lu Yunzheng's temperament, and he didn't know if he would come back tonight.

But what she could be sure of was that if she asked Lu Yunzheng, he would definitely be furious again.

After thinking about it for a while, Jono still went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and went home to cook some meals.

The hands of the clock swayed minute by minute, the sky gradually darkened, and the food slowly cooled.

There is still no Lu Yunzheng.

Jono was huddled on the couch, turning on the TV but not seeing much.

There was a fight between her eyelids, she was a little sleepy, but she was worried that Lu Yunzheng would come back, so she held on to herself, but her head was like a chicken pecking rice.

Lu Yunzheng shouldn't be back tonight.

Jono thought to himself, and there was a slight loss in his heart.

She rubbed her face and forced herself to refresh herself, intending to eat whatever she wanted.

"Click-"

The door suddenly rang, and Qiao Nuo followed the prestige and saw Lu Yunzheng walking in.

The man's face was cold, and his dark eyes were as deep as ever, but his slightly unsteady footsteps and the strong smell of alcohol in the air exposed him.

"Lu Yunzheng, have you drunk?"

Jono asked in surprise, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and then went to fetch water after placing him on the sofa.

However, she didn't take a few steps before she was grabbed by Lu Yunzheng.

He slammed his force and pulled Gino into his arms, his tall body enveloping her, staring at Giorno condescendingly, his eyes dark as ice.

"Qiao Nuo," just when Qiao Nuo thought that Lu Yunzheng couldn't speak, he suddenly spoke, "Why are you still wearing your previous clothes?" ”

Qiao Nuo was stunned, he didn't know what medicine Lu Yunzheng's gourd was selling, and he couldn't say anything.

Lu Yunzheng was angry all of a sudden, grabbed the corner of Qiao Nuo's clothes, and asked angrily: "Aren't there clothes in the closet?" ”

With a "buzz-" sound, Giorno felt like a slap on the head, her lips pursed, and she said in a half-night, "I, I don't want to wear it." ”

Lu Yunzheng's face was condensed, and he grabbed her chin: "If you don't wear it, you have to wear it." ”

Lu Yunzheng's tone carried a sense of course, Qiao Nuo's heart ached, a sense of humiliation enveloped his whole body, and tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.

She tilted her head and looked at Lu Yunzheng stubbornly: "Lu Yunzheng, even if I am your mistress, I am dignified." ”

Lu Yunzheng was stunned, and suddenly shook her off, letting Qiao Nuo's whole body fall to the side.

He pursed his thin lips lightly, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"When you abandoned your child to marry Mo Shaosi three years ago, did you remember that you had dignity?"

Lu Yunzheng's words were like hot oil, pouring on Qiao Nuo's heart at once. She shuddered, barely holding on.

The man's weight is not small, Qiao Nuo shook slightly, and before he could say anything, Lu Yunzheng pressed on her back.

The night was dim, and in the brightly lit living room of the villa, the images of the two people coincided together.

Jono felt a wet liquid fall on her shoulder, and she suddenly felt funny.

It's been autumn for so long, and they are naked in the living room, but they can sweat because of it.

As if churning on the waves, I don't know how long it took, Lu Yunzheng snorted and slowly let go of Jono.

He turned Jono around, his cold eyes radiating a deep chill.

"Jono, if I see you wearing the clothes you brought from the Mo family in the future, I will see one and tear one piece."

Under the light, Lu Yunzheng's face was cold, and his sculpted facial features were stained with some sweat, but there was a wild look.

Jono was suddenly absolutely frightened, as if the person standing in front of him was not someone he had known for many years and deeply liked, but a cold and ruthless demon.

She gently pushed Lu Yunzheng away, rushed to the bathroom with staggering steps, opened the shower, and let the hot water wash over her tired body.

Lu Yunzheng looked at Qiao Nuo, who was leaving, and most of the wine suddenly woke up.

He wiped his face, a little tired on his face, and opened the door with a "bang" and went out.

Sure enough, Jono developed a fever the next day.

There was no one else at home, so she fumbled to find the medicine box and drank some medicine, but her head still hurt terribly.

She bent herself up and called the school to ask for leave, and the dean told her that it was okay to take a leave of absence, but she had to find a substitute teacher.

Jono's mouth responded, but his eyes were full of stunned.

Substitute teacher? The teacher she can talk to can count on five fingers, how can she find a substitute teacher?

After thinking for a long time with his head down, Jono finally came up with an answer with a wry smile.

Today, no matter how sick she is, she still has to go.

The previous clothes were all torn clean by Lu Yunzheng, and when Qiao Nuo opened the closet, he still couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart, but there was no other way at the moment.

She took a thick one, put it on her body, and got up and hurried to school.

After greeting his colleagues, Jono went to take the morning class.

She read the words in her mouth, but her brain was already foggy, as if she had cooked porridge.

I have a headache, and my whole body seems to be in a furnace, and it seems to be in the ice and snow, hot and cold.

Not being able to fall down in front of the students, Jono stumbled back to his office after finishing his morning class with his spirits.

She was so exhausted that she lay down on the table to rest, and as soon as she lay down, she fell asleep.

The woman's small face was hidden under a thick scarf, red like a burning fire.

With the heat and haggard face of Jono's body, even a layman could tell at a glance that she was seriously ill.

Several teachers in the office looked around Jono, and finally someone spoke, "Is she sick?" ”

The dean happened to come in from outside, and when he heard the word "ouch", he leaned in and tried Jono's forehead.

"It's not a light burn. I asked her to find a substitute this morning, and she came again. What's going on? ”

The teachers around me didn't answer the stubble.

The dean of education said, "It's not a problem, call her home and have someone come and pick it up." ”