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

Facing Aunt Qian's gossipy gaze, Song Mingyi felt her scalp numb: "Aunt Qian, it's really not what you think. Mr. Lu was just... it was an accident."

"I understand, I understand." Aunt Qian looked like someone who had come before, then took out her mobile phone, took two photos of Song Mingyi, and quickly sent them to Mrs. Lu.

Such a great thing must be shared with my wife to make her happy.

Song Mingyi: "..."

Is she still there? Do you want to be so aboveboard?

Aunt Qian smiled sheepishly and said apologetically: "Young Madam, I'm mainly in a good mood and can't help it."

"No...it doesn't matter." She probably didn't know what to say other than it didn't matter.

"Young madam, you are so cute." Aunt Qian praised, just like she praised Yi Mo.

"Young Master, are you up?"

"Woke up."

"That's good, let's help the young master wash up."

The so-called waiting for the young master to wash up is actually Aunt Qian getting hot water and standing aside to supervise.

"Young madam, when you serve the young master, please be gentler with your movements, don't hold so many towels with your fingers, and your eyes should be beautiful and charming, especially the waist. If you are softer, it will be better if you can lean in the young master's arms. alright."

Song Mingyi: "..."

She couldn't bear it anymore: "Aunt Qian, are you sure this is for washing?"

Even if the princess in the box seduces the financial owner, is she more reserved than this?

"Why doesn't it count? It doesn't count. I've been a servant for almost my whole life, and I still don't know how to take care of people. Hurry up." Aunt Qian urged, just before she pushed Song Mingyi into Lu Shenxing's arms.

"Aunt Qian."

Lu Shenxing finally spoke in a low voice: "Song Mingyi is taking care of us here, so go ahead and do your work."

Aunt Qian agreed and left with full of regrets.

Thinking of the photos she had just taken, she got excited again and went to Mrs. Lu to share them.

"It's a good thing, madam, it's a great thing! I went to serve the young master just now, and I saw him kissing the young madam so hard that his mouth was broken." Aunt Qian was very excited: "With a lucky star like the young madam beside me, it means that It's unclear when the young master will recover.

When the time comes, the young lady will give you seven or eight more children. I don’t know how troublesome it will be every day! Hahaha! "

Song Mingyi couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth when she heard the faint sounds coming from the room.

Seven or eight...

She really thought she was a sow giving birth to piglets.

Song Mingyi took a deep breath: "Mr. Lu, I will take care of you to wash up."

She twisted the towel and tried to wipe Lu Shenxing's face, but was stopped: "I'll do it myself."

Song Mingyi didn't insist and was happy and relaxed.

By the time they finished cleaning up and came downstairs, breakfast was already on the dining table.

Lu Yimo sat politely on the sofa in the living room. When he saw Song Mingyi, he stood up immediately and said sweetly: "Good morning, mom."

Just as Song Mingyi was about to speak, she heard Lu Shenxing's warning last night. She took her hand back and gave a faint hum.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by Lu Yimo. He put her hand on top of her head, looked up his cute little face, and said cutely: "Mom, you have to touch my head and tell me about Mo Mo." Good morning."

Song Mingyi didn't hold back and rubbed his hair: "Good morning, Mo Mo."

Lu Yimo smiled, feeling extremely satisfied as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

Lu Shenxing frowned but said nothing.

Mrs. Lu looked at the family of three walking together, and her eyes finally fell on the corners of Song Mingyi's lips. She was gossiping wildly in her mind. What kind of situation made her calm and self-possessed son lose control and bite the corners of his mouth. .

It's just that Mrs. Lu was embarrassed to ask about the young couple's affairs.

Lu Yimo was different. After he noticed it, he asked in confusion: "Mom, what's wrong with your mouth?"

"It's nothing, I was bitten by a mosquito."

Lu Yimo frowned: "Grandma Qian, are the mosquitoes in our house so arrogant? We must spray lots of insecticide."

"You can't spray insecticide on the mosquitoes yesterday. They are the treasures of our home." Aunt Qian smiled ambiguously.

Lu Yimo was confused. Mosquitoes can be so annoying and precious. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Shenxing glanced over and said coldly: "Eat."

"Oh."

After breakfast, Lu Yimo went to kindergarten, and Song Mingyi and Lu Shenxing also went to work at Lu's.

Song Mingyi was going to drive to work by herself, but Mrs. Lu said, "Why are you wasting that gas money? Let's go to work together."

Then, he was driven to the car without any explanation.

Although Lu Shenxing didn't speak, the temperature around him was very low, making it clear that he was very unhappy.

Song Mingyi huddled in a corner obediently, ensuring that she didn't look so conspicuous.

Lu Shenxing caught a glimpse of Song Mingyi's movements and couldn't help but snorted, feeling a little self-aware.

He closed his eyes again and rested.

Half an hour later, he heard Song Mingyi whisper to the driver: "Just stop here."

Lu Shenxing opened his eyes: "There are still two streets away from Lu's."

"Yes." Song Mingyi said: "Getting off here is almost impossible to be seen by colleagues."

After Song Mingyi finished speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as the car door closed, she ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Lu Shenxing was a little stunned when he saw Song Mingyi's figure. Did Song Mingyi really want to stay away from him?

Lu Shenxing should be happy that Song Mingyi is so understanding, but he doesn't know why he feels a little unhappy.

Realizing that his thoughts were being distracted by Song Mingyi, he frowned and looked back.

"drive."

……

As soon as Song Mingyi entered the office, Miao Yu came to her aggressively.

"Song Mingyi, where are the documents I asked you to sort out?"

Song Mingyi said: "It has been placed on your desk."

"Wherever those documents are organized, they are clearly original manuscripts."

Song Mingyi was surprised: "How is that possible? Designer Miao, you have no right to speak if you haven't seen it."

Miao Yu blurted out: "There are so many documents, you can't finish them even if you don't sleep all night, let alone you got off work on time last night!"

Song Mingyi's lips raised a smile: "It turns out that Designer Miao also knows that I can't finish those files even if I don't sleep. Is this how the Lu Design Department welcomes newcomers?"

Miao Yu was speechless, and she didn't dare to say anything. If word got out, she would be the one who would be unlucky.

Miao Yu was angry and Song Mingyi returned to her seat.

As a newcomer, not only did no one pay attention to her, she was also too idle, and there was no work for her. It was like treating her as a transparent person.

Song Mingyi didn't panic at all and took advantage of this period of time to deal with the work she had accumulated before.

After another busy day in the design department, when she was about to get off work, Song Mingyi was stopped by Zheng Wanru.

Zheng Wanru stood in front of Song Mingyi and looked her up and down, as if looking at some goods.

She raised her chin and spoke with a proud look on her face: "With a family background like the Lu family, you, a criminal who got in through heresy and heresy, will never be able to gain a foothold. Song Mingyi, if you want to know the truth, will you take the initiative to get out?"