Mr. Lu's second-married wife

At the end of the day's work, it's only five o'clock in the afternoon.Qiao Nuo couldn't guess Lu Yunzheng's temper, and wondered if he would come back tonight.

But what she can be sure of is that if she asks Lu Yunzheng, he will definitely lose his temper again.

After thinking about it in his heart, Qiao Nuo still went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients, and then went home to cook some meals.

The hands of the clock are swaying every minute and every second, the sky is getting dark, and the food is getting colder.

There was still no sign of Lu Yunzheng.

Qiao Nuo huddled on the sofa, turned on the TV but didn't see much.

Eyelids were fighting up and down, she was a little sleepy, but she was worried that Lu Yunzheng would come back, so she braced herself, her head bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

Lu Yunzheng probably won't be coming back tonight.

Qiao Nuo thought in his heart, feeling a little lost in his heart.

She rubbed her face, forced herself to cheer up, and planned to eat something casually.

"Click-"

The door rang suddenly, Qiao Nuo followed the sound and saw Lu Yunzheng walking in.

The man's face was cold, and his black eyes were as deep as ever, but his slightly unsteady footsteps and the strong smell of alcohol in the air exposed him.

"Lu Yunzheng, have you been drinking?"

Qiao Nuo asked in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to support him, and after he settled on the sofa, he went to fetch water.

However, within a few steps, she was grabbed by Lu Yunzheng.

He violently pulled Qiao Nuo into his arms, his tall body enveloped her, and stared at Qiao Nuo condescendingly, his eyes as deep as ice.

"Qiao Nuo," just when Qiao Nuo thought that Lu Yunzheng couldn't speak, he suddenly said, "Why are you still wearing your previous clothes?"

Qiao Nuo was stunned, he didn't know what kind of medicine Lu Yunzheng sold in the gourd, he hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Lu Yunzheng got angry all of a sudden, grabbed the corner of Qiao Nuo's clothes, and asked angrily, "Aren't there clothes in the closet?"

There was a "buzz" in the head, and Qiao Nuo felt like a slap in the face. Her lips were murmured, and she said after a while: "I, I don't want to wear it."

Lu Yunzheng's face was condensed, and he grabbed her chin: "You have to wear it if you don't want to."

Lu Yunzheng's tone was taken for granted, Qiao Nuo's heart ached, humiliation enveloped his body, and tears welled up in his eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Lu Yunzheng stubbornly: "Lu Yunzheng, even if I am your mistress, I still have dignity."

Lu Yunzheng froze for a moment, then suddenly threw her away, letting Qiao Nuo fall to the side.

He opened his thin lips lightly, his voice was a little hoarse.

"When you abandoned your child to marry Mo Shaosi three years ago, did you remember that you had dignity?"

Lu Yunzheng's words were like hot oil, pouring on Qiao Nuo's heart all at once.She trembled almost unsteadily.

The man's weight was not small, Qiao Nuo shook slightly, and before he could say anything, Lu Yunzheng was on her back.

In the dim night, in the brightly lit living room of the villa, the images of the two people overlapped.

Qiao Nuo felt the wet liquid fall on her shoulders, and she suddenly found it funny.

It has been autumn for so long, they are naked in the living room, but they can drip sweat because of it.

As if tossing on top of the waves, after an unknown amount of time, Lu Yunzheng let out a muffled snort, and slowly let go of Qiao Nuo.

He turned Qiao Nuo around, his cold eyes exuded a deep chill.

"Qiao Nuo, if I see you wearing the clothes brought from Mo's house again, I will tear one off when I see one."

Under the light, Lu Yunzheng's face was stern, and his sculptural features were dripping with sweat, but they had a wild look.

Suddenly, Qiao Nuo was absolutely terrified, as if standing in front of him was not someone he had known and loved deeply for many years, but a cold and ruthless demon.

She gently pushed Lu Yunzheng away, staggered towards the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the scalding hot water wash over her tired body.

Lu Yunzheng looked at Qiao Nuo who left without a trace, and suddenly woke up most of the wine.

He wiped his face, with a look of tiredness appearing on his face, he opened the door with a "bang" and went out.

Sure enough, Qiao Nuo had a fever the next day.

There was no one else at home, so she groped to find the medicine box, drank some medicine, but her head still hurt terribly.

She braced herself and called the school to ask for leave. The dean told her that she could ask for leave, but she had to find a substitute teacher.

Qiao Nuo replied, but his eyes were full of daze.

Substitute teacher?She can count the teachers she can speak on five fingers, so how can she find a substitute teacher?

After bowing his head and thinking hard for a long time, Qiao Nuo finally came up with an answer with a wry smile.

No matter how sick she is today, she still has to go.

All the previous clothes were torn clean by Lu Yunzheng. When Qiao Nuo opened the closet, he still couldn't get over that hurdle, but there was no other way at the moment.

She took a thick one casually, put it on her body, got up and rushed to school.

After greeting his colleagues, Qiao Nuo went to teach the morning class.

She read the words in her mouth, but her brain was already in a daze, as if she had cooked porridge.

I have a headache, and my whole body feels like I'm in a stove, or I'm in a world of ice and snow, hot and cold.

Unable to fall down in front of the students, Qiao Nuo held up his morning class and stumbled back to the office.

She was really exhausted, so she lay down on the table to rest, but she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

The woman's small face was hidden under the thick scarf, and it was as red as a burning fire.

Even a layman could tell at a glance from Qiao Nuo's heat and haggard face that she was seriously ill.

Several teachers in the office looked around Qiao Nuo, and finally someone asked, "Is she sick?"

The dean just came in from the outside, heard "Ouch", leaned closer, and touched Qiao Nuo's forehead.

"The fever is not serious. I asked her to find a substitute to stop coming this morning, but she came again by herself. What's going on?"

The teachers around me laughed and didn't answer.

The dean said: "It's not a problem, call her home and ask someone to come and pick it up."