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

Wen Xi turned on the range hood and was cooking.

He didn't notice the arrival of the man behind him.

The air is filled with the aroma of glutinous rice and the sound of stewed pork ribs "gurgling".

A hand stretched out from behind to wrap around her waist, Wen Xi was startled for a moment, she lowered her head, her eyes fell on the man's slender and clean fingers, only then did she realize that Lu Qinghan had come.

She still has a spatula in her hand.

Wanting to turn around, the man hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder. Wen Xi's shoulders were very thin and full of bones. The man felt a little panicked. He took a deep breath of the woman's neck. Cherry Blossom Fragrance, "Don't you usually eat? You're so skinny."

Wen Xi turned down the heat of the gas stove a little, and suddenly noticed something different about Lu Qinghan tonight, so she asked, "Is there something bothering you in the company?"

She read the news reports.

There is no benefit to Lu Qinghan.

Less than ten months after Lu Qinghan returned to the country, the Lu family was already fighting fiercely. Mr. Lu handed over the Lu family to Lu Qinghan's management. In the past ten months, the man managed it well, but at this time, someone appeared question.

Because of the accident at the charity dinner, Lu's shares began to drop.

Although the fall was not severe and there was a small fluctuation, Lu Qinghan couldn't be alone.

The man hugged her, and suddenly, one hand raised her hip, turned around, and put her on the table, Wen Xi exclaimed, Lu Qinghan kissed her, and the woman put her hand around his neck , The two kissed deeply, except for the sound of "gurgling" in the casserole in the air, there was only the hot panting sound of the two kissing.

Lucky was having fun outside, it was running with a ball in its mouth.

In the kitchen, after 3 minutes, a long French kiss ended, Lu Qinghan let go of her, the man's voice was hoarse, "Wen Xi, I'm going to marry Mu Shuyu next month."

Wen Xi's pupils trembled.

When the two were still passionate, this sentence made her feel as if she had been placed in a cold icehouse.

"So, are you unhappy because you want to marry Mu Shuyu? Lu Qinghan, haven't you been looking forward to marrying Mu Shuyu for a long time?" What are you expecting, why do you feel so uncomfortable after hearing that Lu Qinghan is going to marry Mu Shuyu.

After marrying Mu Shuyu, what am I?

An unjustified mistress?

Her chest seemed to be stuffed with a thick mass of cotton wool.

The woman's fingers clenched and loosened.

Before Lu Qinghan could say anything, Wen Xi said, "Congratulations, your wish has come true."

Lu Qinghan didn't know why, but when he got home, he saw Wen Xi and the warm scene, and he wanted to tell her.

There didn't seem to be much expression on Wen Xi's face. Lu Qinghan couldn't see much emotion from this woman's face. The man felt a little lost in his heart. What expression did he want to see from her?Did you see her begging herself not to marry Mu Shuyu?

But she gave her blessings with a smile on her face, Wen Xi, doesn't this woman have herself in her heart?

The man pinched her chin slightly with his fingers, and he was displeased with the smile in her eyes.

"Hiss..." The woman slammed in pain, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Qinghan bent down to pick up the woman, strode out of the kitchen, Wen Xi struggled a bit, "Hey, there are still ribs stewing in the pot, you put me down first and I will turn off the fire."

Lu Qinghan carried Wen Xi into the living room. The woman's back sank deeply on the soft sofa, and she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. The sofa was not narrow and could accommodate two people.

The man said hoarsely, "Wen Xi, call me by my name."

"Qing... Han..."