When he returned to the Presidential Palace at night, Shen Qing still missed Fu Ranyan's incident.

The person who was about to go into the bathroom to take a bath was stopped at the door. Looking at the handsome and stubborn face of his lover, Mr. Lu was thrusting his mind.

"You haven't answered my question yet." "For the friend's perspective, he is in trouble. It's not too much for me to help me. The word "venting information" is inappropriate. At best, it's just a helping person," Lu Jingxing said, holding his pajamas in one hand and pulling down Shen Qing's arm blocking the door with the other.

I want to go sideways into the bathroom.

Shen Qing refused to give in.

"Can I help others to be happy with the beauty of being happy from my friends' perspective?"

Lu Jingxing reached out and picked up Shen Qing's chin, kissed her, and said with a gentle voice: "If you help Fu Ranyan run away, I think it's better to forget it, baby, please let me go."

"It's all about helping others, and the essence is the same, so what's wrong?" she asked, with a little unreasonable statement in her words.

"I would rather demolish ten temples than destroy a marriage, be careful of the lightning strikes," Mr. Lu said, and looked at God with a serious look.

Shen Qing smiled when she saw it, making her smile angry.

"I'm not married yet!" Why did a marriage ruin?

"No difference," Lu Jingxing said, turned over and went to the bedroom, put his pajamas in his hand on the tail end of the bed, and then turned around and came back, picked up Shen Qing, stuffed it into the bed, turned around and went into the bathroom, leaving one hand to lock the door.

Mrs. Lu was so angry that she rubbed the quilt in a mess on the bed.

When Mr. Lu came out, he saw this scene.

The quilt that was originally laid flat on the bed was half on the bed and half underneath, and the pillows that were originally placed on the bed flew all over the four corners of the room.

Mrs. Lu, who had always been sitting properly, was kneeling on the bed and staring at him angrily.

In this way, it looks quite similar to the Jinjira at home.

He smiled, not sure if he was laughed at by anger or was amused.

The man reached out and threw the towel that was rubbing his hair on the sofa, then stepped to the edge of the bed, picked up the quilt hanging on the ground and put it back on the bed.

I just put it on, but someone pushed it down.

And stared at him.

He was putting it, she was pushing it.

Mr. Lu stood by the bed with his hands on his waist and looked at her quietly for a few seconds, as if he was enduring it.

It also seems to be advising myself not to be as knowledgeable as a child.

Then he walked to the corner of the room, picked up the pillow lying on the ground and put it back on the bed, he put it, and she threw it away.

He was putting it, she was throwing it.

After repeating this several times, Mr. Lu's expression was a little unhurried.

Standing on the edge of the bed, he frowned and looked at the person with his hands on his hips, his hair was dripping with water.

Lu Jingxing thought, apart from Fu Ranyan's affairs, what caused him to be unhappy, so why did he make things difficult for him?

He also has the attitude of trying to do it to the end with him.

"What's wrong?" The man's voice was slightly bright, and he looked at his lover losing his good temper.

Shen Qing stared at him coldly, still kneeling on the bed, silently speaking. Lu Jingxing pressed the fire and stepped over and leaned over to pick up the quilt on the ground, and then threw the quilt on the person kneeling on the bed, covering the person tightly and airtightly.

The person who was a little annoyed smiled at this moment, watching Shen Qing rushing in the quilt, making him laugh.

He chuckled and reached out to "rescue" the person out of the quilt.

He reached out to tidy up her messy hair, then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Mrs. Lu, who was bulging with cheeks, said; "Shen Qing," with a little helplessness in his words.

"I'm a little tired today. Can we take a break early?" Mr. Lu's forehead was shaking with the words "please let go".

Shen Qing made him lose his temper.

Although I was in a state of anxiety, I still didn't dare to follow others casually.

That night, Mrs. Lu did let Mr. Lu go, but Mr. Lu didn't touch someone all night and didn't even hug her.

Until I woke up the next morning and wanted to kiss my relatives, I couldn't succeed.

So much so that on the second day, Mr. Lu hung up from morning to night with a cold face.

Under Xu Han's leadership, Yu Huan learned that if you are in a bad mood, it will definitely be related to your wife's inability to delay.

No matter how difficult the work is, I have never seen a man look bad, but only after a fight with his wife, this cold face can last for a month.

When he returned to the Presidential Palace at night, Shen Qingzheng sat on the carpet and played puzzles with his children. When the little guy saw Lu Jingxing coming back, he was going to rush over to call him dad, but he was dragged by his own mother and refused to go there.

"Be careful when doing things, keep going," he said, reaching out and holding the little guy in his arms, letting him sit down honestly.

It cut off the intimacy between his son and Lu Jingxing.

The little guy sat in Shen Qing's arms, looking back at Lu Jingxing with his big round eyes.

Shen Qing reached out and straightened the little guy's cheeks and said coldly, "Look at the picture."

Lu Jingxing stood behind, looking at the mother and son, his mouth twitching.

He offended Shen Qing, so his wife forced her son to ignore him?

The man reached out and took off his coat, took off his gloves, and handed them to Nancy. He stood next to the radiator for a while, and then walked towards the mother and son sitting on the carpet.

"Dad," the little guy was soft and soft when he saw the visitor, he wanted to reach out for a hug.

However, Shen Qing reached out to press his Yang's claws back; "No."

The little guy has a good temper. Su Mu often says this, no matter how you mess with him, he won't be angry.

So, when his mother pressed his claws down, the little guy stretched out his claws unyieldingly.

The second time, I still couldn't escape the fate of being pressed down.

"Dad," the little guy shouted into Lu Jingxing's heart with a soft voice.

The man reached out and "snatched" the little man from Shen Qing's arms.

The latter stared at Lu Jingxing angrily for a long time and never gave up.

"Be good, I apologize for making you angry, but you shouldn't let your son not kiss me," Lu Jingxing said, hugging the little guy away from Shen Qing.

It seemed that she was robbing her son with him.

"I gave birth to it," Mrs. Lu gritted her teeth and spoke.

"You gave birth to it, but it's also my son!" Mr. Lu tried to show facts and reason to others, but he didn't know that it was very unwise to tell the facts and reason to show the facts and reason to the woman who was angry.

Mr. Lu is now confused.

"That's OK! You can give birth to your second child by yourself!" After saying that, Shen Qing stood up.

Lu Jingxing was stunned for a second before he realized that at this time, Shen Qing had already gone up to the fourth floor.

Lu Jingxing reached out and stuffed the little guy to Nancy, and stepped upstairs violently.

In the end, he was locked outside the door.

Recently, the frequency of his locked outside the door has really increased.

At night, Shen Qing had not come down to have a meal. Su Mu knew that he could not help but give Lu Jingxing a meal, but Lu Chen was still gloating.

Compared to Lu Jingxing's pride in spring, he would rather see others suffer.

At night, Lu Jingxing helped Su Mu coax the little guy to bed, and then asked Nancy to come up with the key to open the door.

Pushing the door opens and the person who originally slept at 10 o'clock at night fell asleep before eight o'clock.

The room was pitch black and even breathing sounds came.

Lu Jingxing stood at the door for a while, walked in gently, took his pajamas and took a simple shower.

Then, he entered the study room and came out. It was already eleven o'clock. That night, Shen Qing was in a daze all night, from 8 o'clock at night to 4 o'clock the next morning, dreaming all night, and repeatedly replaced it, and the bones in his body seemed to be crushed.

At about four o'clock, she woke up from the night sky and looked at the man who was still sleeping beside her. She lay there for half an hour with her eyes open. She felt really tormented and stood up gently. Perhaps because the people around her were sleeping heavily, she didn't have that much vigilance.

That day, she stood up.

The people around him did not wake up.

Only ten minutes after Shen Qing got up, the person who fell asleep peacefully felt the hollow in his hand. He reached out and touched it, and his palms became cold. In an instant, he woke up from his sleep and was extremely frightened.

The panic on his face reached its peak in an instant.

"Shen Qing," a scream rang out in the night, resounding throughout the living room.

In the study, Shen Qingzheng sat in front of the computer to process the documents left behind yesterday. Because the door was half-closed, he heard Lu Jingxing's scream sound at night shift, which scared her to the wrong words.

I pulled the chair and got up and took two steps.

But when he saw the man coming barefoot, he suddenly reached out and brought the person into his arms, his tight face slightly improved, with a little surprise that he had survived the disaster.

Instead, he asked a question and said, "What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" "I'm full," Shen Qing raised his head from the man's arms. Lu Jingxing looked down at her, his face was slightly cold, and he looked up at the time. It was 4:37, not just early, but in the eyes of some people, it was still the third update in the middle of the night.

"I got up in the middle of the night and worked hard. Those who don't know are afraid that I'm trying to squeeze you," Lu Jingxing added these tone to Xu Xiehuo in his tone.

God knew that when he reached out and couldn't touch the person, his heart was about to jump out. She was fine, standing here obediently and as if nothing had happened. "I'm sleeping too much," Shen Qing replied with a smile, and said slowly, standing on tiptoe and kissing the man's lush face.
To be continued...