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

Lu Shenxing said sarcastically: "Don't you want to sleep on the sofa? Let's sleep."

"..."

You just offered to sleep on the sofa, are you still worried that this ancestor will be uncomfortable sleeping? Why don't you know what's good?

Song Mingyi said sincerely: "I made a mistake just now and forgot about Mr. Yilu's situation. I don't need to be particularly shy."

His eyes subconsciously glanced down between the man's legs, his eyes searching.

Lu Shenxing's face suddenly darkened. He grabbed Song Mingyi's wrist and threw him on the bed, then turned over and pressed him down.

The man's strong body pressed down, and this powerful and condescending posture made people's hearts tremble.

"Can you care about me so much?"

"As Mrs. Lu, of course I care." Song Mingyi's fingertips went down from his face, first across his strong arms, and the gentle movements were extremely seductive.

She exhaled like a blue breath, raised her head and whispered in his ear, "If you can't do it, I can sleep on the bed, and I can't worry about being misunderstood by you for having ulterior motives."

Lu Shenxing's expression froze and he said in disbelief: "Just to sleep on the bed?"

"Yes, no matter whether you sleep on the sofa or on the floor, your back will be sore after sleeping all night. I will divorce you in eighty-nine days. For the sake of your health, it is better to sleep on the bed."

Song Mingyi withdrew her fingers from the man's wrist, pushed his chest, and said comfortingly: "Okay, go to bed early."

After saying that, she got out from under the man's arm, lay down on the quilt, and turned her back to Lu Shenxing.

Not long after, Lu Shenxing heard steady breathing.

He couldn't believe it, he didn't expect Song Mingyi to fall asleep like this.

He was a little unhappy, but Song Mingyi was so understanding that he couldn't find any reason to be unhappy.

When he realized that he was emotionally affected by Song Mingyi, Lu Shenxing frowned and stopped immediately.

Being married to a woman, especially a woman with evil intentions, is extremely dangerous.

In the darkness, Song Mingyi quietly opened her eyes.

Thinking of Lu Shenxing's pulse condition just now, he frowned slightly.

There were actually more toxins in his body than when she gave him the injection yesterday.

In fact, the toxins only increased a little, but Lu Shenxing would have been sick for a long time before, and it was accumulated over time.

But, what does this have to do with her?

She is a wedding bride.

Besides, even if she wanted to treat Lu Shenxing, he would not agree, let alone trust her.

The next day.

Song Mingyi opened her eyes and an unparalleled handsome face came into her eyes. He looked at her with cold eyebrows.

The two of them were so close that their lips were almost touching, and their warm breaths blended together, lingering and restrained.

Her whole body was like an octopus wrapped around his body, and her posture was indescribably intimate.

The ambiguity between the two people spread crazily, and there seemed to be sparks in the air.

"Have you had enough hugs?"

Hearing the man's words, Song Mingyi crawled out of the man's arms as if she had been electrocuted. She apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. It was mainly because I couldn't control myself when I was asleep."

Lu Shenxing sneered: "You couldn't control running into my arms, and you couldn't control being frivolous with me?"

"This is impossible! I sleep well!"

Lu Shenxing twirled the long hair on his chest: "Very well behaved?"

Song Mingyi: "..."

Lu Shenxing added: "Song Mingyi, you saved Lu Yimo. I agree that you can shelter from the wind and rain in the Lu family as Mrs. Lu. However, this does not mean that you can do whatever you want to me and act like a hooligan."

"Playing hooligan?" Song Mingyi almost choked on her own saliva: "I'm not that horny."

Lu Shenxing glanced at the pajamas that had been pulled apart. Song Mingyi's hand was on it just now: "Do you need me to count with you, how many times did you pinch it?"

Song Mingyi said sarcastically. She couldn't blame her entirely. Lu Shenxing's chest muscles felt so good when squeezed.

knock knock --

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Song Mingyi immediately got up from the bed: "I'll open the door."

When she opened the door, she saw Aunt Qian standing at the door of the room with a big smile.

"Good morning, young madam. Madam said that we would go to the main house to have breakfast together."

As Aunt Qian spoke, she looked into the room.

Lu Shenxing was leaning on the bedside, slowly buttoning his pajamas.

Aunt Qian suddenly became excited and said loudly: "Young madam, don't be anxious, take your time, wait for the young master to wash up first, I will go downstairs to talk to madam first."

As soon as the words fell, Aunt Qian left angrily.

Song Mingyi returned to the bedroom and saw Lu Shenxing supporting himself with his arms, preparing to sit in the wheelchair.

"Let me help you."

"Need not."

"Oh." Song Mingyi stood aside and watched.

Lu Shenxing's health had problems a year ago, and he had been in a coma for more than a month. His arms were no longer strong enough to support his body, and he fell to the ground before he could even sit in the wheelchair.

Lu Shenxing's face suddenly became very ugly, and that feeling of powerlessness made him feel angry.

Suddenly, a pair of thin white hands touched his arm. She looked weak, but her strength was strong enough to lift him up, an adult man, and make him sit safely in a wheelchair.

Song Mingyi said: "If a man temporarily admits that he is weak due to illness, it will not affect your strength."

Lu Shenxing raised his head and looked at Song Mingyi with burning eyes. No one had ever said such things to him.

"I'm just trying to comfort you casually. I'm not playing hard to get or have any intentions. You can rest assured, Mr. Lu."

Song Mingyi spoke so sincerely that she almost raised her hand to swear.

Lu Shenxing glanced at her: "Now you are following the path of being virtuous and virtuous? You are really full of tricks."

Song Mingyi: "..."

Who can tell her how to treat persecution delusion? Anyway, there is nothing she can do with acupuncture.

Lu Shenxing snorted and raised his chin: "Wash while I'm here."

Song Mingyi took good care of the ancestor and pushed him downstairs.

When I walked to the living room, I saw Aunt Qian dancing and talking to Mrs. Lu in an emotional voice: "...I just put on my pajamas. I must have had such an exciting night last night. The young lady is so good-looking, even if I am the only one." Women feel distressed, let alone young men.”

"Madam, this is really a good thing. Maybe the young master will be stimulated at some point."

"Will there be such a day?" Mrs. Lu was worried. Doctor Xie said that only by finding Ji Qihuang would she have a chance.

"There will definitely be one. A person as smart and genius as the young master cannot be inferior to a beast."

When Song Mingyi came down from upstairs, her cheeks couldn't help but heat up when she heard Aunt Qian's words. She already knew that Aunt Qian's look just now had a special meaning, but she didn't expect her to be so imaginative.

Song Mingyi subconsciously looked at Lu Shenxing. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a calm expression, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Okay, it's because she's out of time.

Song Mingyi calmed down again, as if she didn't hear anything.