"It's nothing," Lu Yaocheng quickly opened the drawer under the coffee table and stuffed the contract in.

Song Yan looked at Lu Yaocheng with a curious expression, "Brother, I saw Wen Lu's name on the contract, you won't show her the contract you bought her this house, right?" ”

Wen Lu's heart was stagnant, Lu Yaocheng was just like he said, he loved her and spoiled her, but she didn't believe him.

Song Yan's words caused her self-blame and guilt, and her overflowing self-blame and guilt scraped her heart fiercely, as if she was punishing herself.

Song Yan looked at the shocked and painful expression on Wen Lu's face, a little puzzled, his eyes wandered between Lu Yaocheng and Wen Lu, "Won't it?" Wenlu, don't you know that my brother has prepared this house for you? ”

"Know," Wen Lu now knows, she lied because she wanted to cooperate with Lu Yaocheng, after all, Lu Yaocheng did not deny that Song Yan admitted the wrong contract, and she didn't want the contractual relationship between her and Lu Yaocheng to be exposed.

It seems that Song Yan doesn't know his relationship with Lu Yaocheng, so he is so close to a "little sister-in-law".

Song Yan cut a few cloves of apples and ate them by himself, "But I'm really starving, brother, I was busy dealing with the project you brought back this afternoon, and then I saddled up and listened to you, and I also helped me run back to the company in the middle of the night to print the contract, and you didn't care about the meal." ”

"I'm going to cook," Wen Lu put the contract on the coffee table, she needed to escape from here, escape from Lu Yaocheng's gaze staring at her, the arrogant scrutiny seemed to ask: Wen Lu, you see that I, the gold owner, are so good to you, do you have the face to turn your face against me and not recognize people?

That's too oppressive.

Lu Yaocheng didn't stop it, picked up the contract on the table, walked into the study, and threw it into the crusher. The shredder was activated, and the contract, which was originally confidential and could not be shown to outsiders, was instantly powdered into shreds.

"Look, this is my brother, he doesn't leave a handle on things," Song Yan followed Wen Lu to the kitchen to find food, "You think you can grab his pigtails?" No way, even if you grabbed his pigtails, it was because he deliberately let you grab them. ”

"You didn't say he was a venture capitalist? Doesn't he have a time when the horse stumbles? Wen Lu didn't believe that a person could be so perfect that he was flawless.

Song Yan spread his hands, "Believe it or not, but he is such a person, otherwise my father would not let me learn from him." ”

Wen Lu stood in front of the stove to cook noodles, but her thoughts kept surging, "What if one day he capsizes in the gutter and has nothing?" ”

Song Yan picked out a large one of the tomatoes that Wen Lu had washed, and when he bit into it, the delicious gravy scattered, and he looked satisfied, "Then he can only go back and inherit his huge family business." ”

Blood-vomiting answer.

If you can't do venture capital, you will go home to inherit the huge family business, Wen Lu smiled, laughing at her own inadequacy.

Lu Yaocheng, she still can't figure it out.

She simply made egg persimmon noodles, but luckily the kitchen was well stocked.

"Is Xu Ke married?" Wen Lu couldn't help but ask.

Song Yan didn't scratch his head, didn't understand why Wen Lu would ask such a clueless question, "What do you say?" ”

"He's the one who prepared the stuff here, right? The refrigerator has a complete variety of vegetables and meats, neatly arranged, condiments on the stove, and kitchenware. If he hadn't been married, how could he have understood so much? "Is it that being an assistant has even become a compulsory part of cleaning up the house?

"I don't know, but he's having a hard time finding a house. The ready-made decoration has not been inhabited yet, and it must be close to your hospital, he retreated and ran away, so he heard about it, but the owner is not ready to sell," Song Yan recalled the scene when Xu Ke also asked him to help together, he approached Wen Lu and whispered: "I heard that the original owner of this house is not for sale, and Xu Ke has to change his mind, but the price has doubled," As for several times, it is inconvenient for him to say, for fear that Wen Lu will have a burden, "Originally, Xu Ke thought that this was reported to my brother, and it must be no fun, As a result, my brother agreed to come down in one bite. ”

Wen Lu was about to fish noodles, when she heard Song Yan's words, she didn't grasp the strength of the movement in her hand, and the soup in the pot she was holding poured out of the bowl and leaked on the marble table, and the hot soup slipped down and dripped on her legs.

The burning sensation made her jump to her feet, quickly put down what she was holding, and took a few steps back.

Song Yan hurriedly pulled out the paper towel on the kitchen bar and handed it to Wen Lu.

"Are you alright? Is it hot? Song Yan asked.

Wen Lu frowned, and the burning sensation on her thighs hurt her heart. The soup on her pants was already cold, clinging to her skin, and she felt like a piece of flesh had been ripped off under the hot and cold blows.

Lu Yaocheng heard the movement and walked out, and saw the two of them standing cramped in the kitchen, he glanced at Wen Lu and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Brother, hurry up and take a look, Wen Lu she was burned," Song Yan was a little anxious, but he felt that it was inconvenient for him to care too much, so he hurriedly pulled Lu Yaocheng over.

Lu Yaocheng walked over a few steps, frowned, looked at Wen Lu's pants that were wet with soup, turned his head and said to Song Yan, "Hurry up and leave after eating." ”

After speaking, he walked to the bedroom with Wen Lu in his arms.

Song Yan whispered behind Lu Yaocheng's back, "I really have no conscience." After speaking, he picked up the chopsticks, poured half a bowl of noodles back into the pot, and sat directly with the pot at the bar in front of the semi-open kitchen to eat by himself.

He was so hungry.

Inside the bedroom.

Lu Yaocheng was originally going to pull Wen Lu's trouser legs, but when he saw that she was hot on her thighs, he directly put Wen Lu down and took off her pants.

Wen Lu pressed Lu Yaocheng's hand, a little embarrassed, "I can do it myself," and moved back a little to separate himself from him.

Lu Yaocheng was a little irritable, and didn't force it, "Do it yourself." ”

Although she was a little embarrassed, she didn't want to see Lu Yaocheng's more ugly expression, so she simply didn't twist it.

She thought that Lu Yaocheng would take the opportunity to sneer and humiliate her, but he didn't, he just carried her to wash the inner room, put her on the chaise longue and sat down, took the shower head, turned on the cold water, and rinsed her injured parts.

Wen Lu was shivering with stimulation from the cold water, Lu Yaocheng didn't look at her, but just said lightly: "Bear with me." ”

Somehow, Lu Yaocheng's words seemed to have magic power, and her heart softened suddenly.

Guilt and shame welled up together, and she was condemned by the gold lord, who trampled her pride and self-esteem on the soles of her feet, but made her feel guilty again.

"Lu Yaocheng, I was wrong, don't you break the contract," she threw away the thorns of dignity and chose to be a non-threatening mollusk, with nothing left but gentleness and softness.

With tears in her eyes, she couldn't do anything but beg, maybe her reaction wasn't what he expected, maybe her weakness and compromise would make him hate herself even more, but she just wanted to.

Lu Yaocheng's hand holding the sprinkler shook slightly, he raised his hand to turn off the sprinkler switch, took a towel and wiped her clean, but he didn't respond to a word.

He got up and went to get the burn cream again, carefully applied it to her, and before leaving, he told Wen Lu to get dressed, and turned up the air conditioner a few degrees for fear that she would be cold.

Wen Lu saw Lu Yaocheng's cold reaction, and immediately felt very frustrated. Obviously, her coquettish methods were easy to use before, but now she can't find the crux of the problem.

The door outside was opened and closed again, and Wen Lu knew that Song Yan was gone.

But there was no movement in the living room outside, and Wen Lu thought that Lu Yaocheng had also left together. She panicked and jumped out of the bedroom on one foot, only to see the familiar figure in the semi-open kitchen.

He stood in front of the sink and cleaned up the mess left by Song Yan in the kitchen. The soup she had spilled on the ground had already been wiped clean.

Wen Lu leaned on the door frame of the bedroom and looked at Lu Yaocheng who was doing a series of actions in the dim light of the kitchen.

Feeling the burning gaze behind him, Lu Yaocheng turned around.

Wen Lu's face was no longer as ugly as before, the warm light illuminated his face very softly, and the graceful noble son was still so bright.

She jumped to the kitchen on one foot, Lu Yaocheng turned his back to her, and the action of washing the dishes under her hands did not stop, "The ground has just been mopped, be careful to slip." ”

Wen Lu looked at the bowl and said in shock: "Song Yan has finished eating, and there is nothing left?" ”

"He eats a lot, and when he was in college, others talked about two meals, and he talked about catties," Lu Yaocheng said.

Wen Lu was still depressed, but she was amused by Lu Yaocheng's words, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud.

But seeing that Lu Yaocheng is willing to talk to her, it is estimated that most of her anger has disappeared, and the reasons for this are that she took the initiative to show goodwill, and she was accidentally injured, but the most important thing should be Lu Yaocheng's good self-digestion of emotions.

If it is deflated, it means that there is no problem between them, is it reconciled? Of course not.

Lu Yaocheng made an account in his heart, and if Wen Lu didn't pay it off, he wouldn't give up.

And Lu Yaocheng wants Wen Lu to return it slowly.

Wen Lu jumped around to the other side of Lu Yaocheng and stood side by side with him, "You didn't have dinner either, did you?" "If you want to toss such a big circle, Lu Yaocheng doesn't have time to eat dinner.

Lu Yaocheng brushed the pot clean and handed it to her, "Look at your performance." ”

Wen Lu took it, added water to turn on the fire, and repeated the previous steps of cooking noodles.

"Don't think I'm only going to cook this simple noodle soup, I learned it from my mother!" Wen Lu didn't want the two to be too embarrassed, so she could only describe in her mind how the two got along before, and then learn to do it, Lu Yaocheng seemed to like listening to her talk about some trivial things, "My mother said that girls should learn to cook, not to marry in the future, but to have basic life skills, even if they can't find someone to cook for themselves, they can live well." ”

"My mother is a very independent and strong female representative, she pulls me and my younger brother Zhang Da alone, without a moment of leisure," Wen Lu stirred the noodles in the pot, and the more she talked, the more sad she became, "I haven't dared to tell her about Wen Luan's suspension and Wen Luan's injury." I want to go home next weekend," she looked up at Lu Yaocheng pleadingly, "Is that okay?" ”

Lu Yaocheng finished washing the dishes and chopsticks and was about to put them away, his back was facing Wen Lu, his back stiffened, "Did I tie you?" ”

"Is that okay?" Wen Lu was overjoyed, and was a little excited, and then did not forget to confess: "You are not allowed to regret it!" ”

Wen Lu cooked the noodles and prepared to serve them, but this time she was doubly careful.

Lu Yaocheng took the hot pot one step ahead of her, and skillfully served the noodles.

"Lu Yaocheng, have you received any special training?" Why does she feel that he can do anything, "Bandaging is too, and so is Shengmian." Your bandaging technique is comparable to that of an emergency surgeon, although it is not a technical job to serve noodles, but you can see whether a person is skilled by looking at the height of the bowl and pot, and those who can make noodles will put the bowl above the pot, and those who can't make noodles will put the bowl lower than the rim of the pot. ”