Mrs. Lu picked it up

Song Li was startled, "This is not good, or we can go out to draw."

"You and Brother Nanhuai should be friends, right? This is the first time he asked me for help. Since we are friends, he definitely doesn't mind." Jiang Rao glanced at the time on his wrist and said with a smile, "Hurry up and stop the ink marks." , I’m going to dance disco later.”

Song Li had no choice but to follow Jiang Rao to the Nanhuai office with a drawing board.

He was still there, taking a nap on the single sofa in the office.

Jiang Rao was very familiar with him, so he opened the door and went in.

The man did not sleep deeply, and when he heard the sound, he lifted his eyelashes, and saw that the corners of their lips were pursed.

"Rao Rao?"

"Brother Nanhuai, the conference room you gave is too small, I want to teach her here."

Nan Huai sat up and walked behind the desk. Jiang Rao bent over and leaned forward on the table, with a faint smile on his lips and admiration for Nan Huai in his eyes: "Don't worry, we won't Anyone who disturbs your work must be very quiet."

"Row."

Nan Huai agreed.

Song Li glanced at him suspiciously. The people outside had already left. A big CEO in Nanhuai worked overtime here alone. What kind of overtime was he doing?
Jiang Rao tilted the drawing board with a pencil, pointed to the white paper, "You draw a straight line first."

"So gently, when you can draw straight lines, I will teach you other things."

You don't need to think too much about drawing a straight line, Jiang Rao leaned next to the drawing board and asked her in a low voice: "Miss sister, what is your relationship with brother Nanhuai?"

Song Li's pen paused, and the first thing that flashed through her mind was the man in the labyrinth alley that day.

"Brother Nanhuai has never asked me to help, for you...but you are that annoying wife of Lu Jingchuan!"

Jiang Rao looked at Song Li with a strange face: "How can you bear that ice face, tell me quickly, is he as boring in bed as he is in financial newspapers?"

Song Li's ears turned red, and she glanced at Jiang Rao in horror.

A little girl who seemed to be just out of society, asked such a question so naturally, she didn't feel embarrassed at all.

In an instant, the pinkness and heat spread from the ears to the whole face. Song Li tried not to let Jiang Rao see her embarrassment, and said like changing the subject: "Well, how much does it cost to take your class? I'll turn around Pass it on to you."

"I don't want your money. You can ask Brother Nanhuai to ask me for help. The relationship between you must be extraordinary. In exchange, you must help me chase Brother Nanhuai."

Song Li didn't dare to say that she was familiar with Nan Huai, but no matter how she explained, Jiang Rao just didn't believe it.

She looked Song Li up and down, and Song Li, who was looking straight in the eyes, felt a little uncomfortable.

"You wouldn't eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot, would you? There are only a few golden bachelors in Lincheng, and getting one isn't enough. You won't still miss Brother Nanhuai, right?"

"No..." Song Li tugged Jiang Rao's skirt: "Don't talk nonsense."

"If you don't, help me chase Brother Nanhuai!" Jiang Rao tapped Song Li's forehead and said in a low voice, "It's such a happy decision, class is over!"

Song Li practiced all night, and Jiang Rao watched him draw vertical straight lines, horizontal straight lines, and oblique straight lines.

For a moment, she even doubted whether it was reliable for Nan Huai to find such a young teacher.

When I went downstairs, it was already very dark outside. The RL building was so tall, the streets were full of traffic, the city was full of noise, and everything was silent. She stood on the ground, and the air was full of loneliness.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, an important peer in her life once told her: "Everyone has a meaning of existence. Your value may not be reflected now, but there may be many people who will need you in the future."

Song Li walked along the street corner, the sky changed as it said it would, and suddenly it began to rain.

From drizzle, it suddenly turned into huge raindrops, hitting her body, it also seemed to hit her heart.

"Peach, where are you?"

She covered her face, with countless sadness spreading from the bottom of her heart, the world is so big, it is really difficult to find someone in the vast crowd.

The rain stopped.

She looked up, with a black umbrella propped on top of her head, and she smelled the familiar cold fragrance at the tip of her nose.

Song Li turned her head subconsciously. Lu Jingchuan was holding an umbrella in one hand, and a suit jacket was placed on his free hand. The white cuffs were faintly visible. Under the black umbrella, he was handsome, with a straight back, unlike a boy in the world. .

It's just that this feeling of coldness and alienation disappeared when he spoke: "Why, Mrs. Lu regards herself as the heroine, waiting for your Prince Charming to come and save you from suffering?"

Song Li didn't take his words to heart, and asked instead, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't see Mrs. Lu coming back so late, I'll come to RL to see if Nanhuai eats people."

Instead of seeing Nanhuai, he saw Song Li drenched in the rain.

The sound of the rain was getting louder, she swallowed and said, "Don't worry about me, I probably won't go back early in the future."

Song Li didn't care much about Lu Jingchuan's umbrella. She strode out, but before she got out of the umbrella, Lu Jingchuan grabbed her by the wrist, and he pulled her back with all her strength.

"Song Li, have you had enough trouble?" Lu Jingchuan asked suddenly, his eyelashes were shallow, and he looked extremely affectionate: "The child exists for a month, so you have to make trouble for a month before you let it go?"

Song Li almost thought that there was something wrong with her ears.

"You think I'm messing with you?"

Song Li paused for a long time before laughing.

In the rain, Lu Jingchuan only felt that her figure was slender and would be blown away by the wind at any moment and disappear into the sea of ​​people.

The uncontrollable irritability occupied his mind for a moment: "Isn't it?"

"Standing downstairs in RL in the rain, and being photographed by Yuji, it means that our relationship is at odds and we are about to divorce!"

"Signing with RL without saying a word, disregarding the status quo of the Lu family and revealing our marriage relationship, now playing this one," Lu Jingchuan pondered for a moment, squinting his eyes and laughing mockingly, "Don't tell me you want to destroy the Lu family."

"Depending on you, or relying on your not-so-good brain?"

Song Li was silent.

Lu Jingchuan became even more irritable. He grabbed her and forcibly dragged her to the car. Sheng Lan was in the car.

The car started to drive forward, and Song Li shrank in the back seat, her heart seemed to have been gouged out by a knife, and the pain made her unable to restrain herself.

When they arrived at Champs Elysees in Greentown, Song Li's stomach was already hurting.

She hasn't eaten for too long.

The housekeeper watched her enter the door, and subconsciously held her by the shoulder: "Why is your wife so wet? Go up and change, take a hot bath, and I'll make you some ginger soup."

The air conditioner in the villa was turned on very cold. As soon as she entered, she flinched.

Lu Jingchuan strode upstairs without even looking at her.

Song Li took a shower and came out of the bathroom. The housekeeper had already prepared meals and ginger soup.

After Song Li ate, she waited for a long time but still didn't get the traditional Chinese medicine. She looked at the housekeeper and asked in a low voice, "Where's the medicine?"

"Madam, don't you dislike it? So I won't drink it today."

"Did Lu Jingchuan order it?"

The butler paused for a moment, thinking of the dead orchid, nodded.

Lu Jingchuan withdrew from her world little by little.

Thinking of this, Song Li's heart felt as if a needle had been pricked, and her face suddenly turned pale.