Addicted to spoiling his wife: Mr. Lu, please let me go

Lu Qingcheng's eyes followed Su Yun all the time, and he didn't look away until Su Yun disappeared at the turn of the stairs.

"Qingcheng, I never asked you for anything, this time, you must help me." Wen Jing sat next to Lu Qingcheng, and said softly.

Lu Qingcheng frowned, and replied, "Wen Jing, I told you some things before, and I really don't want to repeat them. If it wasn't for you, Tang Xin might have found no one by now. This matter I didn't interfere in any way, it's already giving you the greatest face."

His voice is very light, a little impersonal.

Wen Jing couldn't accept such a ruthless Lu Qingcheng at all.She has always known that Lu Qingcheng has a mild temper, and his attitude towards everything is neither salty nor mild.But she thought that Lu Qingcheng treated her differently, even a little bit.

"Qingcheng, are you really so heartless?" She was extremely desperate, her tone was sad.

Lu Qingcheng got up, and opened his thin lips lightly: "I've never been in love before, so how can I talk about unfeeling?"

After the words fell, he lifted his feet and went upstairs.

At this moment, Su Yun had already taken a shower, she was lying on the bed flipping through the script, she was hungry but she didn't want to eat.

The sound of the door opening came from her ear, and she knew that it was Lu Qingcheng who came in, but she pretended not to hear it.

Lu Qingcheng walked slowly to the bed, sat down beside Su Yun, glanced at the script in her hand, and said, "When will you join the team?"

Su Yun didn't answer, but just moved her body to a more comfortable position.

Lu Qingcheng slightly hooked his lips, raised his hand to straighten the strands of hair scattered on the side of her face, and said in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

Su Yun raised her hand to push his hand away, and replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."

"Then how can we do it?" Lu Qingcheng asked.

Su Yun lay down on her side, raised her eyes to look at him, and replied, "It's over."

Lu Qingcheng laughed out loud: "Oh, are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Su Yun frowned slightly, and said, "Lu Qingcheng, I'm angry."

"Well, I know. But, doesn't this hinder eating?" Lu Qingcheng said.

Su Yun said with a cold face: "I'm angry, I can't eat."

Lu Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly, pretending to be thinking, thought for a while, and then replied: "Dessert? The kind you like best."

Lu Qingcheng's voice was soft and soft, falling in Su Yun's ears, soft to the bottom of his heart.

Of course, it wasn't only Lu Qingcheng's gentle tone that softened his heart, but also his words.She clearly remembered that the French pastry chef Boris told her that Lu Qingcheng went to learn to make her favorite dessert for her sake.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little hot in her eye sockets.She never knew about those things.She didn't know how many good things Lu Qingcheng had done behind her back.

"Do you know what kind of food I like best? It's the one I ate in the old house before, the French one." She said this deliberately.

Lu Qingcheng smiled and said, "If you're late, won't you be angry?"

Su Yun nodded: "Well, I don't believe it, can you still conjure it?"

Lu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied: "Wait for me for a while, dear, let's read the script first."

After the words fell, he walked out of the bedroom.

Su Yun looked at his gradually disappearing back, with mixed emotions in her heart.

The memory gradually became clear. Four years ago, she could always eat this pastry.Every time Lu Qingcheng said that it was sent by the people from the old house.But she didn't know that it was all done by Lu Qingcheng himself.

And, it tastes exactly the same.

She never knew that Lu Qingcheng would be so thoughtful.