"It's not that you little bunny has put all your heart on that prostitute! The kid surnamed Qin is not a good thing, Jiao'er is such a good girl, but she was taught badly by him! Mother Lu gritted her teeth when she mentioned Qin Jing'an's name, this reaction made Jiao'er look at it in her eyes, and she couldn't help but be happy in her heart.

"Blame Qin Gongzi? What kind of identity is Gongzi Qin, can you look down on a woman like her who has no talent and no virtue? Lu Shang felt funny, he pointed at Jiao'er, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes condensed, "If you know each other, get out of here quickly, don't dirty my door again!" ”

Hearing this, Father Lu, who had been silent and speechless, also put down the book in his hand, his eyes fell on Lu Shang's body, and his expression was serious, "No matter what Jiao'er says, it's better than that prostitute!" A daughter's family, when she enters our Lu family, her identity is determined. Driving her back to her hometown now is a dead end! You must marry her! As for that prostitute, don't even think about it! ”

Prostitute, these two words were like shackles pressed heavily on Lu Shang's heart, his eyes moved, and he shook his head sadly: "If you were willing to help her at the beginning, she would not have ended up like this!"

When he was young, his family was quite wealthy. If you are willing to reach out and give a sum of money to buy the flowers back, it will not be like this......

Lu's father was expressionless, "Huahua's father is a bottomless pit." ”

This answer made Lu Shang stunned, he looked at his father, who had a high status in his heart on weekdays, like a real businessman, putting interests first, and the belief in his heart seemed to collapse overnight.

He moved his chalkened lips, the sparkle in his eyes vanished without a trace, and all his strength seemed to be drained.

Don't want to argue about anything anymore.

Seeing this, Jiao'er thought that Lu Shang had acquiesced in her existence, so she came over obediently, took the things Lu Shang was carrying, and played a round with a smile: "I'll go and bring the soup, and you can eat."

Lu Shang lowered his head, staring at Jiao'er's eyes condescendingly, and he praised with a smile: "You are really good at coaxing my father and mother like this."

Jiao'er also had hatred for Lu Shang in her heart, she looked at Lu Shang's red-liped and white-toothed face greedily, and whispered back: "Brother Shang, Jiao'er was wrong in the past, and I will definitely honor my uncle and aunt in the future."

For this shameless woman, Lu Shang didn't even want to say a word, he left a sentence that he was not hungry, turned around and went back to the room, and slammed the door tightly.

At night, it became colder and colder. Lu Shang was not in good health when he was young, and the soles of his feet were often cold. On winter nights, I slept with Tang Pozi on weekdays, but tonight I was angry and forgot, wrapped in bed like a cocoon, and shivered with cold.

The oil lamp at the head of the bed was not blown out, and a warm yellow halo shrouded Lu Shang's face, his ears were very good, and he heard a sound of tiptoeing footsteps outside the door, his eyes opened, and he always paid attention to the movement outside the door.

The door was gently pushed open, and the person who pushed the door was afraid of waking up Lu Shang, and the force was very light, only a faint friction sound.

The fragrant fragrance on the woman's body permeated the entire cold room, lingering on the tip of Lu Shang's nose, sweet, but inexplicably annoying him.

As soon as his eyes were cold, Lu Shang sat up straight, and his sharp gaze looked straight at the visitor.

Sure enough, it was Jiao'er who came, and she was taken aback by Lu Shang's reaction.

At night, she wore very little, and her snow-white bedclothes were very thin, outlining the woman's delicate and soft figure under the warm yellow halo. There was a cloak on the outside, thick, blocking a lot of the cold.

Jiao'er was holding a soup woman with boiling water in her arms, and a soup woman sleeve was put on the outside, which was hot, but would not burn people.

"What are you going to do?" Lu Shang's tone was very bad, and he glanced up and down at the woman who broke in in disgust.

Jiao'er didn't seem to expect Lu Shang to wake up, her face instantly turned red, and she reached out a little crampedly, revealing the Tang Pozi in her arms, "I'll send you this, I'm afraid that you will be cold at night and won't be able to sleep." ”

The woman's soft hand is printed on the red soup woman's cover, which is snow-white and distinct. She blushed and lowered her head, like a very good girl.

Lu Shang pursed his lips, the soles of his feet were cold, and even the bed was just warm.

"Thank you." He wanted to get up and pick it up, but Jiao'er hurriedly sent it over, her fingertips touched, and she quickly withdrew her hand as if she was burned.

"Then I'll go back to my room." Jiao'er lowered her head and turned to leave.

"Why did you come back? You should know that I have no feelings for you. Lu Shang called her, his eyes complicated.

Jiao'er's thin shoulders trembled, and she looked back with a smile and tears in her eyes: "I know."

As the words fell, she strode out of the room in a hurry. It's like there's a chasing ghost behind her, and she lets her run away from the wilderness with her teeth and claws.

When the soup woman warms her body, she won't be cold. But I don't know why, Lu Shang always feels that something is wrong, no matter how much his father and mother hate Huahua, they won't take another water-based Yanghua woman back, right?

Turning over and over, I thought about it so much that my scalp was about to break, and I couldn't tell what was strange.

The night was cold, Meng Yuyun closed the door so hard that she blew out the candles, and she lay on the bed, sleeping very unsteadily.

A black figure quietly sneaked into Zhao's mansion, accurately found the window, pushed it open, and flipped in. There was no sound at all.

The room was quiet, and the person who came had no ill will towards Meng Yuyun, he was covered with a face towel, standing at the head of the bed, and his deep gaze fell on the girl's ruined face. He stretched out his hand, and his pale fingers fell lightly like a feather on the uneven scar.

The movement was very light, but it also woke Meng Yuyun up, she opened her eyes suddenly, and met the eyes that were shining in the dark.

The stranger broke in, which made Meng Yuyun instinctively startled in her heart, she sat up straight, hugged the quilt and shrunk in the corner vigilantly, she tried to calm herself, not wanting to show a trace of fear.

"Who are you?"

The man didn't speak, he just stared at Meng Yuyun quietly, without a trace of malice towards her.

Meng Yuyun seemed to understand something, she felt some familiar breath in the air, pursed her lips, struggled again and again, and spoke: "Is it Brother Jing'an?"

In fact, these four words were very sour in Meng Yuyun's eyes, she read them a little rustily, and her nasal cavity was inexplicably sour.

The man still didn't speak, he drooped his eyelids, hiding the tiredness that he couldn't hide in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yuyun was a little worried, she cautiously stretched out her hand, white and tender, thin and small, obvious in the dark. It's like if you break it, it will break.