After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

When Nanchu woke up from a hangover, he found a bag in his arms, which was the little Kelly with yellow buds in crocodile skin.

Mrs. Chen came up with the sobering soup, "Young Madam, why were you so drunk last night? You vomited twice. The young master has been taking care of you."

Lu Zhilu? Will he still take care of people?

Nan Chu realized something and looked down. She was wrapped in clean silk pajamas.

Then I raised my arm and smelled it. It had a very refreshing fruity shower gel smell, without any smell of alcohol.

Nan Chu bit her lip, "Sister-in-law Chen, was it you who gave me the bath last night?"

Sister-in-law Chen told the truth: "I was supposed to take care of Young Mistress, but Young Mistress, you were too drunk last night and I couldn't do it at all. Later, the young master just let me rest. He was the one who gave you a bath. Change of clothes."

Nan Chu's ears turned red, "Then... what's going on with this bag?"

After a hangover, I had a splitting headache, almost to the point of fragmentation.

She only remembered that she dragged Qiao Yu to cry and make a fuss in the bar last night, cursing that scumbag Lu Zhilu. She couldn't remember the rest clearly.

Mrs. Chen shook her head, "I don't know about this bag. When the young master brought you back last night, you kept holding the bag and wouldn't let go. As soon as I took it away, you cried and shouted. Later, the young master coaxed you for a long time, and you Only then am I willing to let go.”

"..."

Sister-in-law Chen added: "Young mistress, you are really difficult to take care of when you are drunk. When the young master was giving you a bath, you moved around and almost scratched his face."

"..."

The corners of Nan Chu's mouth twitched.

Is her wine so bad? ?

Mrs. Chen put down the sobering soup and reminded: "Young mistress, remember to drink this soup after washing up."

"it is good."

Aunt Chen was about to leave, but she couldn't help but said a few more words, "This bag should have been bought by the young master for you, young mistress. In fact, the young master loves you very much. You are always so aggressive towards the young master, why bother? I I have been working in the Lu family for decades, and I have almost watched the young master grow up. As the young master has grown so big, I have never seen him patiently coax anyone. You vomited all over him last night, and he didn't get angry with you."

Nanchu hugged the little Kelly, and his heart softened imperceptibly.

After washing up, Nan Chu took the bag and put it in the cloakroom.

In this cloakroom, there are transparent cabinets on two walls. In each cabinet, there is a big-name bag worth not less than 100,000 yuan.

The cabinets were almost full, with only a few empty spaces on the top shelf.

Nanchu stood on tiptoe for a long time, but couldn't reach it. When he was about to get a small ladder, he felt a solid warm chest pressed against his back.

The man's arm with distinct wrist bones lifted up, easily opened the top cabinet, and stuffed the little Kelly inside.

Nan Chu's heart skipped a beat, "Did you buy this bag for me?"

Lu Zhilu lowered his eyes and looked at her with very light emotion, "Which bag here didn't I buy for you?"

"..."

Indeed, every bag here was purchased using his card.

Nan Chu lowered his face and retorted in a low voice: "I can't take it with you even if you get divorced. This bag is still your asset."

Lu Zhilu frowned in displeasure, "Do you really think I care about this with you?"

As a member of the Lu family, what Lu Zhilu lacks most is money and status.

In his eyes, the combined value of these bags is nothing more than ordinary consumption.

Nan Chu's heart moved slightly and he gave in. "Thank you for taking care of me last night."

"You are Mrs. Lu, and it is my duty to take care of you. Just like these bags, as long as you are Mrs. Lu, they completely belong to you."

Nanchu looked up at him, a little confused: "Are you asking for peace with me?"

Lu Zhilu's face was calm, "If you and Su Jingnian were innocent during our marriage, then this bag just now can be regarded as my apology. If you want more, I am willing to buy it for you. But I have to Let me remind you, it is Mrs. Lu who can have these, not Nan Chu."

Nan Chu's face froze, he pinched his fingers and said, "You don't need to remind me, I always know who these bags belong to."

Whoever is Mrs. Lu, these bags belong to whom.

Nanchu took a step forward to leave, but Lu Zhilu grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pressing him against the glass cabinet. "What did you and Su Jingnian do in the car that day?"