Mrs. Lu picked it up

Lu Jingchuan returned to Greentown Champs after finishing his company affairs.

He knew about Song Li's audition, but the director had already reported to him. What Lu Jingchuan didn't expect was that the director would take the initiative to ask Song Li to play Luan Meng.

There was still some appreciation in his tone: "To be honest, Mrs. Lu's acting skills are not very good, but she has high plasticity."

"The appearance fits Luan Meng's role, and most importantly, she has no training and is not from a major. Mr. Lu, I heard that you oppose Mrs. Lu's entry into the entertainment industry? Mrs. Lu is a good seed."

"Boss Lu, she can be substituted."

A villain, if people have a strong sense of substitution, then it means that they are not bad to the end.

The plot can also survive.

When Lu Jingchuan was thinking, the butler had already taken out the shoes and put them under his feet.

He took off his coat, loosened the neckline, and asked her, "Where is Ah Li?"

The butler searched around but couldn't find Song Li.

She asked the guard, but she didn't see Song Li going out.

"My wife came back a long time ago, but I don't know where she is."

Lu Jingchuan thought of Yu Qing's call, and went to the wine cellar as if by luck.

The temperature of the wine cellar is constant, much cooler than the outside air. There is a person lying on the leather sofa. She has a slender figure, and it is impossible to tell without looking carefully.

If it wasn't for the ups and downs in her chest, Lu Jingchuan would have thought she was dead with the way she was lying down.

The man approached and saw the woman holding a wine bottle in her hand.

Looking down, the man smiled angrily. The 78-year-old Romanee-Conti in his collection has a market price of seven figures, and she just drank it like water.

Lu Jingchuan patted the woman's shoulder, and said in a cold voice, "Get up!"

Song Li was so drunk that she didn't respond at all.

The woman's shoulders were already completely cold, and with her paper-like body, if she stayed any longer, she would have to go to the hospital again.

Lu Jingchuan cursed in a low voice, took the wine bottle from her hand, and picked her up.

It was the heaviest when people died of drunkenness. Lu Jingchuan hugged him back to the villa without blushing and heartbeat, which frightened Mrs. Lu and the housekeeper.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

This is too much a test of mental endurance. It was obviously going out vertically, but it came back horizontally.

"Housekeeper, cook a bowl of hangover soup for the wife."

As soon as she got closer, Mrs. Lu also smelled the smell of alcohol on her body. She often drank with Mr. Lu when she was young, and she couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not just ordinary wine after drinking."

Lu Jingchuan raised his eyebrows: "My grandfather has long coveted Romanée-Conti, and drank half a bottle by himself."

Mrs. Lu: "..."

"Huo Huo, your wine cellar is okay. Go out to drink, you are Huo Huo, hurry up and hug him up, don't freeze. Go up and come down to eat quickly, I will ask the housekeeper to make soup for you."

Lu Jingchuan responded, and put him on the big bed in the master bedroom.

Song Li also likes to be clean. When he went downstairs to eat, he asked the housekeeper to help Song Li remove her makeup. The housekeeper simply scrubbed her hands and feet.

The dinner was richer. After he ate, the hangover soup was cooked and warmed on the fire.

The soup was more delicious, Lu Jingchuan drank two small bowls, and then went upstairs.

The housekeeper and Mrs. Lu looked at Lu Jingchuan and exchanged glances, "Old Madam, after drinking so much soup, there won't be...no problem."

"What could go wrong? His wife is still by his side!" Mrs. Lu's face was full of displeasure: "Everyone doesn't know how to be anxious, they are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry."

The housekeeper was silent, and Mrs. Lu was still muttering: "I still have a few years to live, I won't see my great-grandson, even if I die, I won't be able to rest in peace."

"You're talking nonsense again!"

Mrs. Lu snorted coldly, "I know that the child is Li Yatou's heart disease. I, an annoying old woman, shouldn't mention it, but if there is another child, she won't be so depressed every day."

The butler's mouth moved, but he had nothing to say.

……

master bedroom.

Lu Jingchuan took his clothes, took a shower, and went to bed. Song Li still smelled faintly of alcohol.

The housekeeper changed her clothes. She was wearing a nude pink silk pajamas, her round and fair shoulders were exposed, and her butterfly bones were lit by the soft light, filling the room with fragrance.

His abdomen tightened, and his gaze fell to Song Li's other shoulder.

Turning over, the wound on her shoulder came into view, and the wound festered.

She should avoid alcohol and water when she is injured, and she did not follow the doctor's advice.

Deserve it.

Lu Jingchuan let go of her and left her by his side.

I don't know what happened tonight, Lu Jingchuan only felt that his body was dry and hot, and the light fragrance that belonged to women around him wafted over, mixed with a slight smell of alcohol, and he was quite distracted.

Lu Jingchuan paused for a moment, turned over on Song Li's body, and just lowered his head to kiss her.

Song Li suddenly choked up, her voice was choked up and her tone was full of drunkenness, "Tao Zi."

All Lu Jingchuan's movements stopped.

peach?

Lu Jingchuan heard these two words more than once from Song Li's mouth.

Obviously not fruit.

If it is a person, can this name be a normal person?

Lu Jingchuan's lust receded like a tide and disappeared completely.

He got up, turned around and left the master bedroom, poured a glass of ice water, and took a cold shower.

In the middle of the night, Song Li was hot, and there was a huge heat source on her body.

Her breathing was blocked, and the rosin that belonged exclusively to Lu Jingchuan surrounded her. Song Li gasped, and pressed her chest against the man's chest.

"Lu Jingchuan."

Hearing his name, he seemed to be even more stimulated, his big palm stretched in from the gap in the waistline clothes, and landed on her waist.

The man is familiar with all the sensitive points on her body, and instantly brings the drunken her into a state of enjoyment.

The pajamas were ripped off, and the chill hit, Song Li woke up instantly, and pushed the man.

He was so heavy that Song Li couldn't push it away.

Song Li's eyes turned red suddenly: "Lu Jingchuan, you are shameless, you are taking advantage of others!"

The man's movements stopped, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and the way he stared at her condescendingly was extremely sexy.

"Drunk my wine, lay on my bed, passed out drunk, can't I get paid?"

His lips were pursed, and his eyes were full of mockery.

Lu Jingchuan supported the weight of his body with one hand. From this angle, he could feel the resistance and fear in the woman's eyes without using lights.

Lu Jingchuan couldn't help thinking, was she also so resistant when they were intimate in the past?
No.

Something to do with peaches?
"I do not want……"

She resisted him, "I don't want to!"

She is sober even when she is drunk.

"This is Mrs. Lu's obligation!"

"But I don't want to be Mrs. Lu!" Song Li screamed, her eyes were clouded with fear, "You forced me, you refused to divorce!"

"Lu Jingchuan, don't."

She stretched out her slender arms and hugged the man in front of her tightly, not wanting him to make any further movements: "Don't..."

There was fear in her voice, Lu Jingchuan pulled Song Li away, his eyes seemed to be filled with coldness: "Song Li, I don't need to force anyone."