"Monkeys move rescuers."

Lu Yancheng's eyes changed slightly, he smiled suddenly, and tapped the tip of her nose with his slender fingers.

"What should we do?"

"If you don't do anything, my wife will run away."

Wen Yao looked at Lu Yancheng in front of her and found it hard to believe what he said.

Damn it, is this man really crazy?!

The next second, the engine started and the Cayenne hit the road.

Not far away on the second floor, there was a pair of eyes staring at her. She was holding a mobile phone and making a call.

"Yiling, I saw Wen Yao get into Mr. Lu's car!"

"I don't know what method she used to coax Mr. Lu into driving over to pick her up in person!"

"They were still talking in the car for a while, but I couldn't see clearly!"

"However, it seems that she is seducing Mr. Lu and cuddling with him, having sex with him!"

…

Biluo Community.

Wen Yao didn't want to live in the same room as Lu Yancheng, but the apartment only had so much room.

She simply ran to the balcony and looked at the flowers and plants, pretending to be looking for something to do.

That silver-gray Cayenne still shines brightly even in the dim light, and is so out of place in this old neighborhood.

Yes.

They are not from the same world, so how can they be integrated?

Just like them, they are also so different.

She once stepped into his world and wasted five years. Only later did she realize that every minute they spent together was her wishful thinking.

"Stop plucking. If you prick again, you will be bald."

Grandma entered the balcony, feeling angry and funny, and gently patted the back of Wen Yao's hand.

Wen Yao looked at the green leaves in her hand and was speechless for a moment.

"Girl, you'd better be noble, let go of grandma's flowers and plants, and go get your husband!"

Grandma said while gently pushing Wen Yao.

"Let's go, don't make trouble on the balcony."

Wen Yao was pushed in from the balcony by her grandmother and faced Lu Yancheng directly.

"I'm going to the kitchen to have a look at the soup." After the words fell, grandma entered the kitchen.

Wen Yao wanted to get around Lu Yancheng, but he grabbed her wrist and pinched her waist.

"What do you want to do? Lu Yancheng, after finishing this meal, leave my house immediately!"

Wen Yao was worried that her grandmother would hear her, so she whispered very softly, but her expression and tone were full of resistance.

Lu Yancheng leaned forward, the tip of his nose touching hers.

"Aren't you going to pick me up?"

"I'll take the initiative to deliver it to your door."

Wen Yao: "???"

While paying attention to the direction of the kitchen, she squeezed his hand hard and tried to pry him away.

"Lu Yancheng, let me go!"

He looked at her angry and anxious look, with no intention of letting go. Instead, she looked at him with a half-smile.

"You crazy person! Grandma will see it!"

Wen Yao didn't dare to move too much. The apartment was small and the sound insulation effect was not good.

His handsome face moved closer to her, and his always cold facial expression changed because of her. The corners of his lips were raised, and he smiled evilly.

"Youyao want me to let go?"

Wen Yao was angry, "You are asking even though you already know!"

"Call my husband and listen."

I haven’t heard it for a long time and miss it very much.

In the past, every time he appeared in front of her, she would always call out "husband" softly.

But now, either "Mr. Lu" is full of alienation, or he is called by his full name.

Wen Yao's eyes widened in anger, she didn't expect that he would make such an unreasonable request.

"Stop dreaming!"

At this time, grandma's voice came...

"Yaoyao, Ayan, sit down quickly, the soup is ready, grandma will bring it out, and we will start dinner!"

"good."

While Wen Yao responded, she struggled hard and tried to break free from his shackles! But he didn't move at all!

She had no choice but to grit her teeth and forcefully squeeze out those two words.

"husband."

Even though it was as soft as a mosquito's whisper and extremely blunt, he was still extremely satisfied after hearing it.

He pressed her little head, kissed her lips, and responded: "Yes, my husband is here."

The moment he let go of his hand, Wen Yao hurriedly took a few steps back, keeping a distance from him, and walked towards the restaurant.

By chance, grandma came out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing, Duchu? Sit down quickly!"

Dinner is delicious.

Warm and gentle, but somewhat tasteless.

What makes her find it unbelievable is that Lu Yancheng, a man who has always been a noble man, is actually peeling shrimps for her?

In the past, at the Lu family, Jiang Ya always asked her to peel all the shrimps for him in advance.

Jiang Ya would say arrogantly every time——

"Ayan's hands are for pointing out the country, not for soaking in soup and peeling shrimps! How much are your hands worth?"

"It's your honor and your duty to peel shrimps for him! You really don't look like a good wife at all!"

That sharp and piercing voice pierced Wen Yao's heart every word.

Thinking of this, she sneered, lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

"That's enough." Wen Yao stopped him.


Chapter completed!