She dreamed of returning to the awards ceremony, her eyes regained their brightness, and she saw that the man supporting her was Lu Jiyuan.
This scene appeared in my mind over and over again, and I couldn't get rid of it.
Sheng Wantang woke up unexpectedly and opened his eyes in confusion, not knowing why he dreamed of this.
She suddenly couldn't sleep, so she got up gropingly, opened the bedroom door and walked out.
She has now adapted to the darkness and is familiar with this house. Even without the support of others, as long as she is careful enough, she can move around the house safely.
The bedroom door clicked!
Alarmed the man sitting on the sofa.
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
Lu Jiyuan subconsciously looked at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.
I couldn't help but frown.
"Get up and drink water." Sheng Wantang was slightly stunned, "Mr. Ji, why didn't you sleep?"
After Wu Yu heard this, he was about to pour water, but Lu Jiyuan stopped him with a look.
Lu Jiyuan was still busy working. He put his laptop under the coffee table and went to get water for Sheng Wantang.
The man passed by, and Sheng Wantang smelled a faint fragrance.
Citrus, Turkish rose, nutmeg, sandalwood.
The perfume Jing Shen used today contained this scent, and when she came back, her dress was also stained with this scent.
Sheng Wantang wondered why Chef Ji also had it?
"I sleep late."
Lu Jiyuan talked nonsense and handed the warm water to Sheng Wantang.
Sheng Wantang held the water glass in both hands and took a few sips. He stood beside her, and the aftertaste of the perfume became clearer and clearer.
Sheng Wantang was certain that he heard it right.
For a moment, she wanted to ask Chef Ji, where did his scent come from?
But it's a bit offensive to ask this.
Some conjecture flashed through Sheng Wantang's mind, but it was too fast to catch.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Lu Jiyuan asked with concern when he saw her expression was slightly strange.
Sheng Wantang felt a little confused. Feeling him approaching her, she subconsciously took a big step back and bumped her arm against the entrance door.
"Clang!"
"careful!"
Something was knocked over by her, and at the same time, the man quickly assisted her hand, and you put one hand around her waist.
Sheng Wantang subconsciously pushed the big hand on her waist and directly touched the cold hard object.
The thin hard object was still on the man's finger, and it was not difficult to guess that it was a ring.
The wedding ring on her hand collided with the man's ring!
Sheng Wantang's body stiffened.
"Hit your body?"
There was undisguised nervousness in the man's voice.
Sheng Wantang shook his head slowly, keeping his head at a drooping angle.
Lu Jiyuan followed her angle and glanced at his left hand placed on the woman's waist.
He thought she minded his 'offense', and just as he was about to take his hand back, his hand was held by Sheng Wantang.
Sheng Wantang controlled her breathing and didn't mess up her breathing.
"Are you wearing a ring on your hand?"
Lu Jiyuan's ring finger, which was wearing a wedding ring, subconsciously curled a tune.
"Um."
When he saw Sheng Wantang standing firm, he withdrew his hand, and since she couldn't see it, he looked at his palm with unfinished thoughts.
"Can you show me your ring?" Sheng Wantang said.
Lu Jiyuan was slightly stunned.
He glanced at the ring on his ring finger, and then at the pink diamond wedding ring on Sheng Wantang's right ring finger, and his eyebrows became softer unconsciously.
"Sorry, it's not very convenient."
If you give her the ring, she might discover something.
Sheng Wantang didn't bother, turned around gropingly, and wanted to go back to the room.
"Be careful." Her shoulder almost touched the door frame, but Lu Jiyuan raised his hand to block it.
Close the room door.
Sheng Wantang pressed against the slightly cool door panel, her heartbeat speeding up unconsciously, and there was a faint scent of the man's fragrance on the tip of her nose when she had just approached.
There was only one thought in her mind:
That person outside may be Lu Jiyuan!
In the past, the person who served her food was Lu Jiyuan, so he knew her preferences clearly.
Because the person who cooked for her was also Lu Jiyuan, so he knew that she liked soy milk instead of milk.
That’s why the two chicken soups taste so similar.
That’s why I didn’t want to call her ‘Miss’, but stubbornly called her ‘Mrs. Lu’.
That's why I didn't tell her her name at first.
What the hell Ji Yuan?!
That is clearly Ji Yuan!
However, even if the walking rhythm and voice could be changed, if that was really Lu Jiyuan, why would he show up at her house as a chef?
The chef was arranged by his eldest brother. Even if Lu Jiyuan quietly replaced the chef midway and took over the job himself, why would Wuyue and Liuliu help cover it up?
Sheng Wantang couldn't understand.
She touched her cell phone and dialed Lu Jiyuan's number.
A long busy tone sounded in the bedroom.
Toot toot…
Every sound is like a knock on the heart.
Sheng Wantang put her ear against the door panel and listened carefully, but she didn't hear a cell phone ringing outside.
"Tangtang."
A man's deep and mellow voice came from the receiver.
Sheng Wantang didn't hear the sound outside the door and forced her thoughts back.
"It's so late and you haven't slept yet?" Lu Jiyuan asked gently.
Sheng Wantang clenched his fist and asked, "Lu Jiyuan, where are you today?"
"I'm at the award ceremony," he admitted readily.
Because I know I can't hide it.
Lu Jiyuan stood in the bathroom. The closed environment allowed him to hear the woman's voice more clearly.
He held the mobile phone in his right hand and raised his left hand to look at the ring on his ring finger.
Sheng Wantang bit her lip, took a deep breath, and asked, "Then where are you now?"
"Mrs. Lu, do you want to go home? I'll pick you up." He said with a smile.
"I don't."
Sheng Wantang denied it without hesitation.
She wants a result.
I want to ask him if he showed up at her house disguised as a chef.
But what if he says no?
So how does it end?
She only had doubts about the identity of the chef without any evidence.
Lu Jiyuan pretended to be a chef, this...
It’s incredible!
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Wantang sat on the bed, her heart beating fast and feeling a little lost.
I don't know how long it took.
Sheng Wantang heard the doorbell.
After a while, Wuyue came knocking on Sheng Wantang's bedroom door.
"Miss, are you asleep?"
"without."
Sheng Wantang pressed the controller at hand, and the door opened automatically.
"Miss, Mr. Lu is here." Wuyue said with a wooden face.
She just saw this man go out fifteen minutes ago and then come back with a change of clothes.
Self-positioning changed from chef to Lu Jiyuan.
"Ask him to come in." Sheng Wantang sat on the sofa and did not move.
She carefully heard the man's footsteps, which were familiar to her and belonged to Lu Jiyuan's rhythm.
It's different from Chef Ji.
"My hands are a little cold." Lu Jiyuan walked to Sheng Wantang and squatted down, holding her hand without restraint.
"What are you doing here?" Sheng Wantang did not withdraw his hand immediately.
Because she felt a wound on the man's finger.
How could the noble Fourth Master Lu hurt his finger?
But if Mr. Lu wants to cook, he might get injured.
"Didn't you call me? I'm here to take you home."
Lu Jiyuan looked at Sheng Wantang's face almost obsessively, his eyes falling from her dull eyes to her lips.
The small mouth is bright red and moist.
Looks very friendly.
Lu Jiyuan knew that it tasted even more delicious than it looked.
The man put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and stood up.
Sheng Wantang felt her lips soften!
"Ugh!"
"Put it--nooo!"
Before she could react, the wanton sucking came over her.