Mrs. Lu picked it up

He reeked of alcohol, which made Song Li's brain swell.

"Since you know that I am Ni Yuan, you should let go."

Lu Jingchuan hesitated for a moment, but let go.

Song Li opened the door, went in and slammed the door. She was worried that Lu Jingchuan would smash the door.

But after entering the door for a long time, there was no sound at all.

She thought that Lu Jingchuan had left, so she curled up on the sofa and rested for a while.

After running around all day, Song Li was so tired that she took out her mobile phone and ordered a takeaway, then watched the drama.

About half an hour later, Song Li heard a knock on the door, probably a takeaway.

She opened the door without any defense. It was indeed a takeaway, but the person carrying her was... Lu Jingchuan.

Really...

unlucky.

Song Li stretched out her hand to grab it, but Lu Jingchuan held it high. Song Li was limited in stature, and she changed into cotton slippers when she entered the door, so she couldn't reach the takeaway at all.

"What does Mr. Lu mean?"

Her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Lu Jingchuan always felt that this was different from what he had imagined. At first, he thought that Song Li would step up to reach the takeaway, so that he could wrap her arms around her waist when she wasn't prepared.

But Song Li just measured the height with her eyes, and opened her mouth when she was sure she couldn't reach it.

There was a dimness in the eyes: "You are going to eat this?"

Song Li glanced at the takeaway in his hand, she ordered Mala Tang.

The environment in Sioux City is harsh, not to mention takeaway, if you want to eat Malatang, you can't even buy the seasoning, and the hot pot base ingredients have to be bought in towns hundreds of miles away.

She has been thinking about this bowl of takeaway for two years.

"I don't need Mr. Lu for my affairs, return it to me, or I will call the police!"

"The public security agency won't file a case under [-] yuan." Lu Jingchuan pushed aside Song Li, and stepped in suddenly.

When her ex-husband suddenly stepped into her domain, Song Li felt that all the hairs on her body stood on end, and she was very alert.

Especially now that it's night.

She trotted to catch up with Lu Jingchuan, and grabbed his arm: "Lu Jingchuan, hurry up!"

"Can you please let me be quiet, this is my home, what do you think of me? The women in the red-light district still clearly mark their prices!"

Her plausible depreciation of herself could almost pierce his heart.

After not loving, you can hurt unscrupulously.

Song Li used to bear this kind of injury, but now it is him.

As Shen Qingci said, what he endured was just a drop in the bucket.

"I'll make dinner and leave!"

"I don't need to make dinner!" Song Li's voice was a little sharp.

Lu Jingchuan put the takeaway on the table and held Song Li's shoulder, "Either let me make it, or we're in such a stalemate. After making dinner, I'll leave."

Song Li was almost mad at him!

At this point, Song Li had nothing to say, and went into her bedroom angrily.

Lu Jingchuan's actions were quick, mainly because everything in the refrigerator was complete.

Song Li didn't know how to take care of herself, and he couldn't tell for a while whether she had grown up in the past two years, or whether these things were prepared by Nanhuai for her.

Either way, it made him feel sad.

Song Li's stomach was not good, so Lu Jingchuan stewed a pot of millet and sea cucumber porridge, and then made braised pork ribs and stir-fried vegetables.

Filtered three egg yolks and made her a clam steamed egg.

Lu Jingchuan knocked on Song Li's door and said in a low voice, "Come out for dinner."

His voice was low and he sounded like he had a cold.

Song Li came out of the bedroom, holding a fruit knife in her hand.

The old wound in his abdomen ached when he saw the knife, and Lu Jingchuan's face turned pale for a moment.

Even though two years have passed since the moment Song Li stabbed her, Lu Jingchuan still feels a deep memory.

He had no doubt that she would probably stab her a second time without mercy.

But Song Li quickly bypassed her, walked to the dining table, and opened the takeaway.

It's been so long, the takeout has obviously gone cold.

Lu Jingchuan snatched her chopsticks, "Eat what I made."

Song Li looked at the table, he was good at cooking.

She suddenly reached out and dumped the braised pork ribs in front of her into the trash can.

Lu Jingchuan's pupils shrank for a moment, and froze in place for a while.

"Mr. Lu, if you really love me, don't appear in front of me again, okay?"

Song Li smiled at him: "I'm really, really troubled."

"There's nothing wrong with Malatang. What I eat in Sucheng will only be worse! The things you make are too expensive and not suitable for me."

Song Li seemed to be talking about the food on the table, but it seemed to be a metaphor for him.

The pain in the stomach spread instantly, occupying all the senses of the man.

"Ali, you are really not suitable for pretending to be someone else."

Song Li's lips quivered, and she raised her eyelashes.

Lu Jingchuan's expression was numb, and he couldn't see any real emotions. The indoor lighting was too bright, and the bruises under his eyelids were heavy, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

"Ni Yuan is a teacher. She treats Xiaoye gently and generously. She traveled thousands of miles to Lincheng to accompany her in the competition. Why is she so harsh on me, who has never met me before?"

"I can't get a thank you for the dinner I made for you. It's really puzzling that people who teach people to read are wasting food."

Lu Jingchuan took a step forward, his chest was pressed against by a blunt object.

She held the fruit knife tightly with her white fingertips, and her veins protruded from her vigilance, which was very abrupt.

Seemingly not afraid of death, Lu Jingchuan still moved forward, the sharp point of the knife pierced his private shirt and pressed against his chest.

Song Li was scared, she subconsciously withdrew the knife.

Lu Jingchuan reached out and tucked the broken hair on her face behind her ears, "Including the gesture of holding the knife, they are all the same. You tell me you are not Song Li? How do you make me believe it, huh?"

"go out!"

Song Li was like a hedgehog with its spikes erected, her lips were tightly pursed, and there was no light in her eyes.

It seems to have changed back to Song Li who was struggling two years ago.

"If you make any other moves, I'll stab you to death!" Song Li's eyes filled with tears.

He forced her to admit the past that broke her heart, how could Song Li not be in pain?

He suddenly turned around and strode away, the door slammed loudly, Song Li lost her strength and fell in the living room.

Between the nostrils is the smell of braised pork ribs mixed with vegetarian fried three delicacies in the trash can.

Steamed eggs look hard because there is only egg yolk.

She felt a little nauseous, and retched for a long while holding the trash can, but she didn't spit out anything.

At this moment, Song Li suddenly reflected on whether she was really going too far.

She wanted to escape, but there were still two days before the list was announced for the competition. The city was like a monster, trapping her inside, and she couldn't break free no matter what.

When Song Li was so sad that she couldn't extricate herself, there was a sudden knock on the outside door.

Just when she picked up the water glass and was about to smash it, a woman's voice sounded: "Miss Song, I'm the nanny invited by Mr. Nan, can you open the door?"

All Song Li's movements stopped.