Mr. Lu's second-married wife

Small footsteps sounded from behind, and Qiao Nuo was taken aback for a moment, before reacting after a while.

Only he and Lu Yunzheng have the key to this villa, and Lu Yunzheng is back.

Sure enough, she looked towards the door and saw the man's sharp and stern face.

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

"Lu Yunzheng," Qiao Nuo panicked and shouted out.

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

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

Qiao Nuo nodded, a bit of bitterness filled his chest.

Seeing that she was obedient, Lu Yunzheng's face became more condensed, and he coughed lightly.

"I will be like this in the future. I will come when I want to come, and I won't tell you when I don't want to come."

"Well," Qiao Nuo nodded again.

"You can't go out and make a statement, after all, you are a shameful identity." Lu Yunzheng's voice was even colder.

Qiao Nuo replied, "I know."

The man's complexion sank suddenly, as if it was a cold winter's day. He gave Qiao Nuo a deep look, and said in a complicated tone, "It's good that you know."

As he spoke, he took out a black card and threw it to Qiao Nuo, with a cold tone, "Take it and use it."

Qiao Nuo said, "I, I have a job."

Lu Yunzheng sneered, "Primary school teacher? How much income can you make?"

Qiao Nuo blushed, lowered his head and pointed at his fingers.

She didn't think her job was worth anything at first, but Mo Shaosi and He Yinglian scolded her many times before, saying that she was the young mistress of the dignified Mo family after all, but she was completely incapable of doing the job.

"You will keep the money from your work, but you are my mistress, Lu Yunzheng, so don't let anyone who knows make fun of you." Lu Yunzheng said.

Qiao Nuo wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Lu Yunzheng with one sentence, "It's not just you who lose face when you go out."

Qiao Nuo clenched his fingers tightly, the words that were about to come out stuck in his throat.She bowed her head in a low voice.

What Lu Yunzheng said was that now she not only represents herself, but also is Lu Yunzheng's caregiver.

This was clearly the case, but Qiao Nuo didn't know why, when he heard those words, his heart felt like a knife was piercing.

The soreness and pain in his heart was even worse, Qiao Nuo took a deep breath, without arguing with Lu Yunzheng, he silently put away the card.

The sun gradually moved westward, and the days after autumn became shorter and shorter, and soon the sky was dark.

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

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

Qiao Nuo hesitated and asked, "Lu Yunzheng, you tonight"

"I'll stay here tonight." The man took a deep look at her and spit out a few words quickly.

"Then Jing Yu?" Qiao Nuo asked in a panic.

As soon as her words came out of her mouth, Lu Yunzheng laughed, but under the thin smile, there was a cold ice.

He looked up at Qiao Nuo, his cold eyes revealing a cold air.

"Jonuo, you have time to care about others, why not think about yourself."

"Also, what does Jingyu have to do with you? He is the young master of the Lu family, and you are just a shameful mistress."

The man's words pierced his chest like a sharp sword, leaving a bloody wound, and blood gushed out.

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

She smiled sarcastically, "Yes, yes." Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

After Lu Yunzheng finished speaking, he remained silent and continued to look at the document with deep eyes.

Qiao Nuo thought that he had come early, so he probably didn't eat anything, so he searched for the existing ingredients in the refrigerator and made a few dishes.

The fragrant sweet and sour meat is bright in color, the stewed fish is tender and smooth, the crispy broccoli is paired with orange and yellow carrots, and there is a pot of steaming white porridge.

"Lu Yunzheng, do you want to eat?" Qiao Nuo asked hesitantly.

Lu Yunzheng raised his head, crossed his thumb and index finger, slowly rubbed the space between his brows, and walked to the dining room with his long legs.

He usually had a cold face, but when he saw the dishes on the restaurant, his face suddenly changed, his brows like thick black ink were raised, and he looked at Qiao Nuo in surprise.

Qiao Nuo was wearing a pink apron, and he still had some flour left over from making porridge.

"Qiao Nuo, I realize that I really underestimated you." Lu Yunzheng said, his hoarse voice trembling slightly, with obvious sarcasm.

"You don't touch the spring water with your ten fingers in Qiao's house, and you are extremely delicate when you are with me. Unexpectedly, after staying in Mo's house for two and a half years, you have become a good wife and mother."

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

But it was really her who was wronged at first, and she couldn't express the thousands of thoughts in her heart, but she just stared at Lu Yunzheng with rounded eyes, but her eyes turned red quietly.

When she first married into the Mo family, she knew nothing.

When she was at Qiao's house, her mother always said that a girl must learn some housework after all, not to cook for her husband every day, but she must know it anyway.

But my father said no, she is the daughter of the Qiao family, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't know how to cook a single dish in her life.

She didn't expect that all these things would be adjusted as soon as they arrived at Mo's house.

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

So he wakes her up at four or five o'clock every morning, and asks her to go with the servants to buy fresh seasonal vegetables, and when they come back, make soup for Mo Shaosi to drink.

Cooking the soup for three or four hours, and learning all kinds of cooking in the middle, is no better than an apprentice who has been with the master for many years.

Sometimes she really couldn't hold on, and kept fighting up and down with her eyelids in the soup.

He Yinglian beat her with a feather duster without showing any mercy.

He Yinglian also complained that she was not sincere enough in making the soup, so it was useless for Mo Shaosi to drink the soup, and he failed to give birth to a son.

How many times was Qiao Nuo so forced that he couldn't stand it, and wanted to tell her that Mo Shaosi would never touch him at all, and no matter how much tonic soup he drank, it would be useless.

But when he thought of Mo Shaosi's gentle face, he couldn't bear it.

She didn't know at that time that Mo Shaosi had this face.

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

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

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

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

Qiao Nuo was hurting himself, but he didn't expect Lu Yunzheng to say it straight. He looked up at him in astonishment, his eyes widened.

Lu Yunzheng laughed softly, but his dark eyes revealed a devouring coldness, "Qiao Nuo, you are really amazing."

His voice fell, he grabbed Qiao Nuo and carried her on his shoulders.