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

He gritted his teeth and frowned, looked at Wen Congrong's tombstone, looked at Wen Congrong's facial features, he suddenly felt short of breath and gasped, a red and hideous image flashed in his mind, what's going on... …

He felt heavy breathing.

Wen Xi didn't notice anything strange about him when weeding, Song Rin's throat was dry and hoarse, "Wen Xi, how old were you when your brother left with your father?"

"Just entered the first grade of junior high school."

"Wen Xi, did your brother like ginger before?"

"I don't like it, but my mother said that eating ginger is good for the body, it can warm the body and prevent colds, but Wen Mingchen doesn't like it, so he doesn't eat it no matter what, it's okay to add a little seasoning when cooking and stewing meat, but he has to pick it out and don't let him see it. Come on, when making dumplings, you should put ginger juice instead of crushed ginger, he will eat it."

"What else does your brother like?"

"He doesn't eat coriander, and occasionally eats onions. He doesn't like to eat mutton. He thinks mutton is very stinky, and he eats beef when cooking hot pot."

"He's left-handed, and he writes beautifully with his left hand."

Song Rin's brain buzzed and shook.

"Are you left-handed?"

He reached out and glanced at his left hand.

He never felt that he was left-handed, and he has always used his right hand for as long as he can remember.

However, sometimes he also felt that his left hand was very sensitive.

Song Rin looked at Wen Congrong's tombstone, and suddenly felt a surge in his chest.

Indescribable emotions.

……

Qin Chi and his girlfriend came to the cemetery to visit the grave. Today is the memorial day of his girlfriend's father. He put flowers in front of the tombstone, "Uncle, we came to see you."

This can be regarded as one of the largest cemeteries in the North City. Qin Chi never expected that he would meet Wen Xi here. Meeting Wen Xi is not a big deal, the problem is...

He unexpectedly ran into Wen Xi and Young Master Song here.

This is the big deal.

After thinking about it, Qin Chi still took a photo of the two of them, thinking that if the boss saw the two of them dating alone, he would lose his temper. This morning, Lu Qinghan's complexion was very bad, obviously yesterday I answered Miss Wen's call at noon and was fine.

Mr. Lu's temper is sometimes unpredictable.

His girlfriend watched his movements, "Okay, you Qin Chi, secretly taking pictures of other girls? Have you fallen in love with this woman? The back is really slender and beautiful! Qin Chi! I'm here with you to commemorate my father, you carry me behind my back Shoot other women!"

The girlfriend pinched Qin Chi.

Qin Chi was in pain, "How dare I, auntie." He lowered his voice, and pointed at the back, "That woman is beautiful, I don't dare to think about it, this is Mr. Lu's..."

The girlfriend was a little surprised, "Boss Lu?"

Qin Chi nodded.

The girlfriend was even more surprised, "How is it possible?"

Everyone in the company knew what kind of person Lu Qinghan was. She was unparalleled in indifference. She quietly took out her phone and zoomed in on the camera, "Who is that guy next to him? He looks tall and handsome."

"The grandson of Chief of Staff Song, Song Rin, the young master of the Song family."

Girlfriend, "President Lu's girlfriend, why is she with the grandson of Chief of Staff Song? Are you dating?"

Qin Chi glanced at her, "Ayan, you really know how to pick the point."

A Yan covered her lips, "It can't be true, right? Who is this woman? Boss Lu likes her, and Chief of Staff Song's grandson also likes her? I really want to see her." The woman suddenly remembered, "No Ah, doesn't Boss Lu have a fiancee..." She glanced at her boyfriend, stretched out her hand and twisted Qin Chi's arm, "No way, this woman is outside Boss Lu..."

"What is a fiancée? Mr. Lu is not married after all, and this woman... Forget it, it's better for you to know less. There is an ancient saying that curiosity kills the cat. Let's go after finishing our own business."

"makes sense."