After I was released from prison, I had a flash marriage with a boss who was in a vegetative state

Song Mingyi looked at Lu Jingfan's unflappable and vicious face, and suddenly understood Mrs. Lu.

It wasn't that Mrs. Lu was heartless, nor was it because she was harsh to others. Lu Shenxing was angry at her, the happy bride, when something happened.

But in a place like the Lu family, losing Lu Shenxing made every moment of her life full of suffering.

She was good to her before because she, as the wedding bride, woke up Lu Shenxing. This time because of her 'leaving', Lu Shenxing died. She was devastated and had nowhere to vent, so she became her outlet.

Lu Jingfan thought he was frightened, so he smiled ferociously and walked towards her. He took a step closer when he heard a bang and something hit him hard on the back of the head.

Lu Jingfan subconsciously turned around and saw Lu Yimo with an angry face.

"Lu Yimo!" Lu Jingfan clutched the painful back of his head and said angrily, "You little bastard, how dare you hit me!"

"Yes, I dare, you are the one I'm going to hit!" Lu Yimo said and swung his baseball bat and hit Lu Jingfan all over the face: "I made you bully my mother! I made you bully my grandma! I'll beat you to death !Kill you!"

Although Lu Yimo was young, as Lu Shenxing's only heir, he had been specially trained, and his movements were tricky. Every time he swung the baseball bat, he hit Lu Jingfan where it hurt the most.

Lu Jingfan screamed: "Lu Yimo, stop it! If you don't stop it, don't blame me for being rude! You little bastard, you're going to shake things up!"

No matter how much Lu Jingfan yelled and cursed, with Lu Yimo's desperate swings and the secret help of Song Mingyi, he was beaten without any room to fight back.

Lu Jingfan was so angry that he couldn't help but said: "Lu Yimo, Song Mingyi, just be arrogant! When the Lu family becomes the second wife, I will see how arrogant you can be. When the time comes, I will fall into my hands." Make you look good!”

"It seems that the second uncle wants to continue to be beaten." Lu Yimo clapped the baseball bat in his hand eagerly.

Lu Jingfan was so frightened that he ran away in despair, holding his buttocks.

"Second uncle, what are you doing running so fast? We still want to have fun?" Lu Yimo shouted, Lu Jingfan ran faster, and accidentally tripped on the pebbles under his feet, causing him to fall and eat shit.

Lu Yimo laughed mercilessly.

Lu Jingfan turned around and glanced at Lu Yimo, gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me!"

"Humph."

Lu Yimo rolled his eyes and slammed the door of Qingzhu Garden.

Lu Yimo asked Song Mingyi to take out his mobile phone and set the emergency contact to Mr. Lu, and he was the second one.

Lu Yimo said: "Mom, in the Lu family, your great-grandfather has the final say. If your second uncle comes to trouble you again, just call your great-grandfather. As soon as your great-grandfather comes, your second uncle will run away, just like before. Mom. You can also call me. If I receive the news, I will rush over immediately to protect my mother.

However, I am definitely not as good as my great-grandfather, nor as good as my father. "

It had been several days, and this was the first time Lu Yimo took the initiative to mention Lu Shenxing.

Soon he said again: "Mom, you have to believe me, I will soon be able to do better than dad, and I can also protect mom well."

"Well, I believe Mo Mo."

"Thank you, mom." Lu Yimo lowered his voice as he spoke, his face full of sadness.

For a moment, Song Mingyi didn't know what to say.

"Momo, are you hungry? Can I cook you some food?"

Lu Yimo shook his head: "No need."

Song Mingyi was very disappointed: "Is Mo Mo tired of mom's cooking?"

"No." Lu Yimo quickly denied, "I don't want my mother to have such a hard time."

"Silly boy, as long as Mo Mo loves to eat the food cooked by his mother, it won't be hard at all." Song Mingyi went to the kitchen.

Lu Yimo followed.

Song Mingyi took a small mazaar and asked Lu Yimo to sit at the door.

She made hand-rolled noodles and steamed dumplings.

After Song Mingyi's action, the steamed dumplings came out of the pot.

Song Mingyi mixed the dipping sauce for Lu Yimo: "Try it quickly and see if it suits your taste."

Lu Yimo picked one up and ate it slowly: "It's delicious."

"As long as you like it." Song Mingyi placed another bowl of noodle soup in front of Lu Yimo: "It's cooked in beef bone soup, eat more."

"Yeah." Lu Yimo ate obediently.

Song Mingyi watched Lu Yimo finish eating and asked, "Are you full? Do you want more?"

"I'm full." Lu Yimo said, "Dad also likes to eat. Although he is always so serious, he is actually more greedy than me. Last time, my mother didn't leave any food for my father, and he was still angry. He was so stingy. But no matter how stingy he is, he is still my dad. Mom, can you let dad eat the food you cook in the future? "

"Okay. I will do more in the future."

"Thank you, Mom." Lu Yimo said as tears suddenly fell down and fell on the dining table in front of him: "Mom, did something happen to Dad? They all said Dad was dead. Mom, I really don't have a dad in the future, right? ?”

Song Mingyi walked over and took Lu Yimo into her arms. Holding the little guy's trembling body, she felt very distressed.

Song Mingyi took a deep breath and said in a warm voice: "Mo Mo, do you believe dad?"

Lu Yimo nodded without hesitation: "Believe it, I believe dad."

"Then please continue to trust dad this time, okay?"

Lu Yimo looked up at Song Mingyi for a while, then nodded vigorously: "I believe in Dad." Then he asked: "Mom, will you always stay with me?"

"Of course. I will always be with Mo Mo."

Ever since Lu Shenxing's accident, Lu Yimo hadn't had a good rest and fell asleep quickly after being held by Song Mingyi.

Song Mingyi's eyes were full of pity when she looked at Lu Yimo's tear-stained face.

The next day.

Song Mingyi went to the Lu family.

She just entered the office and was stopped by Assistant Wang before she could sit down at her desk.

Assistant Wang said with a haughty look: "Designer Song, I would like to trouble you to go to the warehouse to sort out the fabrics today."

Song Mingyi frowned: "This doesn't seem to be my job."

"Yes, this is indeed not my job, but Manager Zheng saw that you didn't know much about various fabrics after joining the design department, so he gave you such a good learning opportunity. You should cherish it." Assistant Wang He added: "Designer Song still feels that he is so powerful that he no longer needs to obey his boss's arrangements."

This must be a big deal. If Song Mingyi still wants to stay as a designer in Lu Group and stay in this industry, she cannot refuse.

Because no company can accept a subordinate who does not obey the arrangements.

Song Mingyi smiled: "Okay, I'll go to the warehouse to sort out the fabrics."

"That's right. As a subordinate, although working ability is important, obedience is equally important. I think Designer Song must understand such a simple truth."

After Assistant Wang finished speaking, he stepped on high heels and left proudly.

Zheng Wanru had really spent all her money to embarrass her. It was not easy to make the warehouse where the fabrics were stored turn into this.