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

No wonder the former daughter-in-law didn't even look her son in the eyes, but Song Mingyi, who was repulsive at first, slowly accepted it.

It turned out to be because her son was different from ordinary people and liked to be rough.

Seeing the uneasy look on Song Mingyi's face, Mrs. Lu said, "Don't be afraid, I'm very open-minded and won't interfere too much with your husband and wife."

After hesitating for a moment, Mrs. Lu spoke again: "But we still have to pay attention to the timing... We have to wait until Shenxing's back injury heals a little bit."

After saying that, he closed the door and left. He moved so quickly that Song Mingyi had no chance to explain.

Song Mingyi looked away and saw Lu Shenxing's cold eyes lingering on her body, and immediately explained: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding. I have no violent tendencies, nor do I have any intentions, really."

Lu Shenxing snorted: "It's best this way. Of course you don't have any chance."

Song Mingyi raised her eyebrows, wanting to say that she had already had her hands on Lu Shenxing's beauty.

However, under Lu Shenxing's cold gaze, he silently shut up.

Song Mingyi said eagerly: "Are you hungry? I just made rice porridge in the small kitchen and drank some."

Lu Shenxing originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of Song Mingyi's cooking skills, he ordered it.

Song Mingyi cooked rice porridge and mixed it with radish and pickles.

This is probably the simplest meal that President Lu Shen has ever eaten at this age, but with such simple ingredients, it tastes very good.

The taste of the rice itself is brought out to the extreme, fragrant and sweet, and it tastes great when paired with the sweet and sour radish pickles.

Song Mingyi took care of Lu Shenxing to eat before going to eat.

Before she finished eating, she heard Lu Shenxing calling her: "Song Mingyi!"

"Here we come." Song Mingyi quickly put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen and rushed over immediately: "Mr. Lu, what are your orders? Do you want to go to the bathroom? You don't have to bother getting out of bed. You can turn over and do it on the bed. That’s it.”

"On the bed?" Lu Shenxing snorted: "Are you here to help me?"

Lu Shenxing said this on purpose, but Song Mingyi nodded: "Yes, I will help you, I have all the tools ready."

As he spoke, he took out something from behind his back like a magic trick.

This thing also has a scientific name: urinal.

The veins on Lu Shenxing's forehead were stretched, and he gritted his teeth: "You throw it out, or I'll throw you out."

Song Mingyi: "There's no need to be shy, but everyone has physical problems that need to be solved."

"I'll give you one last chance, throw it out immediately."

Seeing Lu Shenxing's resolute attitude, Song Mingyi could only throw the things out regretfully.

And he didn’t forget to tell me: “Then if you need anything, just tell me.”

"Song Mingyi, can't you speak properly?"

Song Mingyi was confused: "Why didn't I talk properly? Did I ask you to come to me when you needed it?"

"..." Lu Shenxing was too lazy to argue with Song Mingyi about this topic, so he said, "Help me go to the study."

The ward where Lu Shenxing lives is a VIP ward, equipped with a kitchen, living room and study room.

Song Mingyi couldn't help but frown: "You are seriously injured now. You need to stay in bed for more rest. It is not suitable to move around, let alone work."

Lu Shenxing was displeased: "Song Mingyi, when did you have the right to comment on my affairs? Do you think that because I saved you, you will become the special one? If so, that would be ridiculous."

Song Mingyi: "...Okay, Mr. Lu, I will help you up right now."

Song Mingyi carefully helped Lu Shenxing up, sat him in the wheelchair, and then pushed him to the study.

When he arrived at the study, Yan Zheng was already there.

The desk is already filled with documents that need to be reviewed, the laptop is also open and the other end is connected to other senior executives.

Lu Shenxing quickly entered the meeting state. He was elegant, dignified, full of aura, and spoke powerfully every word, convincing so many old foxes.

At this moment, even if his legs are not able to walk, he is still the king that everyone follows.

Song Mingyi lingered at the door of the study several times, watching the minute hand turn around and around, feeling more and more worried in her heart.

This meeting ended at three o'clock in the morning.

When Song Mingyi saw Lu Shenxing closing his computer, he rushed into the study without caring about anything else.

Lu Shenxing frowned: "Song Mingyi, where are your manners? Who allowed you to break in like this?"

Song Mingyi ignored him.

Lu Shenxing was unhappy: "Song Mingyi, I'm talking to you."

"I know you are talking to me, but I think you should shut up!" Song Mingyi was very annoyed: "Do you know that the wounds on your back have opened! The blood has stained your shirt red!"

Lu Shenxing didn't care much: "It's just a minor injury...hiss!"

Lu Shenxing gasped for air. The veins on his forehead burst from the pain. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Song Mingyi!"

Song Mingyi was particularly innocent: "You said it was a minor injury, so I thought you didn't feel any pain...it didn't hurt."

Lu Shenxing raised his eyes and looked at Song Mingyi for a while and said, "A heartless woman!"

Yan Zheng, who had been busy with Lu Shenxing just now, was shocked when he saw the injury on his back: "Where is the doctor? I'll call the doctor!"

"The doctor is already in the ward."

Yan Zheng expressed his gratitude to Song Mingyi and immediately pushed Lu Shenxing back to the ward.

The doctor who had been waiting for a long time saw Lu Shenxing's brows furrowed into a knot on his back. It was only because of Lu Shenxing's status that he did not curse.

While the doctor was treating Lu Shenxing's wound, he said, "Mr. Lu, you are seriously injured. Please pay more attention to your health, otherwise you will still suffer."

"I know, I'll be careful."

After the doctor bandaged the wound, he gave Song Mingyi many instructions before leaving peacefully.

But Song Mingyi couldn't feel at ease.

Thinking of the toxins in Lu Shenxing's body that had not been removed, she felt uneasy.

People say that good things don’t work but bad things work.

Song Mingyi's worries came true.

It has been five days, and the wound on Lu Shenxing's back not only has not healed, but has also suppurated.

Lu Shenxing was tortured by pain day and night. He was so thin that he almost lost his appearance.

Mrs. Lu comes every day, and she smiles every time.

But when I leave the ward, I will hide in the corridor and shed tears.

As a mother, she was really worried about Lu Shenxing, and no words could comfort her.

Lu Yimo also came many times.

His little face was also full of worry.

Lu Yimo held Song Mingyi's hand, looked up at her with his cute little face, and said, "Mom, when will dad get better?"

"soon."

"really?"

"Really." Song Mingyi touched Lu Yimo's little head.

She did not deceive Lu Yimo. She had already taken action when she noticed that the wound on Lu Shenxing's back was not healing well.

Every night while Lu Shenxing was asleep, she would stick a needle in him to put him to sleep, and then apply the ointment she prepared on him.

It's just that Lu Shenxing's body is too weak, and there are toxins in his body. The injury is so serious this time, so the effect of her being so sneaky is much slower.