Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

Lu Qinghan forcefully hugged the drunken woman. No matter how much Wen Xi struggled, he held her firmly in his arms and went upstairs. The man carried her to the third floor and walked into the master bedroom.

Then it suddenly occurred to her that Wen Xi's bedroom was on the second floor.

He looked down at the woman's face, "It's really troublesome."

Wen Xi pushed his chest. Lu Qinghan's arms and chest bones seemed to be made of fine steel. No matter how she pushed, she couldn't move. Let me go, if you don't let me go, I'll call someone."

"Call someone? Who are you calling? Then you call." Lu Qinghan seemed to think that the woman's words were a little funny, so he threw her on the bed, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at her condescendingly.

The bed was soft, and Wen Xi's back hit the bed.

She looked in front of her eyes vaguely, vaguely looking at a person standing in front of the bed, but she could not see the figure clearly.

She is drunk.

Can't remember where this is.

"I'm not going upstairs, don't come up." As Wen Xi said, she got up weakly on her arms, trying to get out of bed, and almost rolled into the bed.

Lu Qinghan raised her hand and grabbed her shoulder, "Lie down, I have never seen a woman who can drink like this, Wen Xi, look at your current appearance."

Wen Xi shook off the man's hand.

"Who are you..." Wen Xi rubbed her eyes, as if trying to see the person in front of her clearly.

Lu Qing lowered her eyes coldly, "Can't you even recognize who I am?"

He looked at Wen Xi's appearance at this moment, although he was drunk, he was still cute, his eyes got bigger and bigger, his lips were pink, and he had a fair and delicate face with pink cheeks when he was drunk.

Lu Qinghan unexpectedly found that Wen Xi was much more lively now than usual.

It's completely different from what it used to be.

He doesn't have any memories of Wen Xi, but since he opened his eyes and was 'forced' to accept this as his wife, he found that Wen Xi is a gentle but stubborn person with a gentle and quiet power.

He had never seen a smile and liveliness on this Wen Xi's face.

He bent down and raised his hand to gently pinch Wen Xi's chin, "What wine did you drink tonight?"

"Well, beer..."

"Where did you drink it?"

"At the barbecue restaurant..." Wen Xi hiccupped as she spoke, and stared at the person in front of her in bewilderment. If Lu Qinghan hadn't pinched her chin, Wen Xi would have fallen asleep on the bed right now.

Seeing Wen Xi wanting to sleep but unable to sleep at the moment, a cunning flashed in the man's eyes, as if he thought it was quite interesting, and she would answer everything when she was drunk.

He continued to ask, "Who did you go with?"

Wen Xi stared at the figure in front of her with wide eyes, and looked at a face vaguely, "You, who are you...why should I tell you?"

"I'm Lu Qinghan."

"Lu, Lu...husband." Wen Xi stretched out her hand, and suddenly hugged the man's waist, rubbing her cheeks lightly, "Husband, are you my husband?"

Lu Qinghan was suddenly at a loss.

He was completely stunned.

Open hands in the air.

The body is also a little stiff.

For the first time, Lu Qinghan had such a strange feeling.

He lowered his head, met the woman's watery eyes, pouted his red lips, and called out that his husband was acting like a baby.

Lu Qinghan's heart was hit hard.