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

She asked twice but didn't hear an answer. When she raised her eyes, she saw a man in a suit standing at the door of the kitchen.

The kitchen in her home is very small, with only a refrigerator, a gas stove, a small table, and a few shelves.

"Lu Qinghan, haven't you left?"

Lu Qinghan looked around for a week, "You live here?"

Wen Xi pursed her lips, "Haven't you been here before?"

There are only two bedrooms here, one for her and her mother.

There is another one that belongs to my father and brother.

After her brother and father left, she and her mother slept separately, and her mother lived in another room.

Here, it is small and backlit, but it is the place where Wen Xi grew up. Here, it has brought happiness and warmth to Wen Xi.

Lu Qinghan glanced at Wen Xi who was cooking noodles, and said, "Make one more bowl."

Wen Xi's eyes widened. She took the spoon and walked out, looking at the man who was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. The man's suit was completely out of place with the simple furniture here.

She even suspected that a man in a suit could buy her small attic.

"You eat here? Lu Qinghan, what are you kidding?"

She muttered, but went back to the kitchen to add more noodles.

For this kind of home-cooked dishes, Wen Xi is still good at it. She knew how to cook when she was in elementary school, and ordinary stir-fried dishes. Wen Xi scrambled eggs, mixed them with tomatoes, and turned on a low heat.

When he came out of the kitchen, Lu Qinghan was looking at a painting hanging on the wall.

"This painting was painted by Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu loved painting and calligraphy before he was alive. My father used to drive Mr. Mu's car." He was also Mr. Mu's adoptive son. Jiang Wanyan didn't take it.

Wen Xi also didn't understand why Jiang Wanyan didn't take it.

Father and elder brother died because of the Mu family.

When Wen Xi was a child, she had heard whispers from Mu's servants about her father's car accident.

But my mother kept saying that it was an accident, it was an accident.

In the end, the mind is not normal.

Every time Wen Xi asked, Jiang Wanyan would slap her.

Then she didn't dare to ask any more.

But this matter has always been in the bottom of her heart.

There was a burning smell in the air, and Wen Xi exclaimed, "Ah, it's burnt!"

She hurried back to the kitchen, turned off the fire, and rescued the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the pot.

Lu Qinghan came to Wen Xi's bedroom.

Her bedroom is very simple, with a bed, a wardrobe, a table, and a shelf like a bookcase. There are a few potted flowers by the window.

But the cleaning is very clean, eye-catching, although simple but tidy.

There are some awards on the wall.

Probably Wen Xi got it from childhood.

The man walked over to take a look, and suddenly, he saw the red woven pendant hanging on the wall.

Lu Qinghan frowned.

He reached out and took it. This kind of weaving technique seems to be unusual for ordinary people.

It was exactly the same as what he had seen in the ruins of the earthquake when he was a teenager.

Wen Xi prepared the noodles and brought them to the coffee table in the living room. There are no seats in the living room. Usually, she and Jiang Wanyan eat on the coffee table.

"Mr. Lu, face is ready."

When Lu Qinghan came out, he could smell the aroma of the food. On the tea table, there were two bowls of tomato and egg noodles. The rice was fragrant. Lu Qinghan didn't eat much at night, but at this moment, he actually had some appetite.

The noodles were cooked very chewy, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes had a slightly mushy taste, but it didn't affect the taste.