A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

Suddenly there was a sense of distance, as if she was clearly standing in front of him, and he could meet with just a touch.

But it seems to be very far away, separated by a layer of mist, it is not real.

It will disappear anytime.

Lu Xing panicked for no reason, and subconsciously called Song Jianjian.

But Song Jianjian didn't hear it, and didn't even give him a look.

He paused and didn't make another sound.

Sometimes, he found that he seemed to never really understand this kind of person.

It's like cooking.

But, it doesn't matter, Song Jianjian loves him, and only loves him!

Lu Xing thought, there will be plenty of opportunities to understand in the future.

President Lu confidently felt that there was still a lot of time.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Song Jianjian was ready to cook.

She put all the dishes on the table, and glanced at Lu Xing who had already packed up.

Jingui is elegant and elegant, so there is no more embarrassment just now.

Lu Xing took a look at the dishes on Song Jianjian's table, they looked very good.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the fish Song Jianjian sent him last time.

His face suddenly became ugly, as if he saw some scourge.

Seeing that his eyes were full of disgust, Song Jianjian froze for a moment, and his face turned cold.

"If you don't want to eat, you can go back."

In this way, it is obvious that he is angry.

Lu Xing shook his head very aggrieved: "Who is angry?"

Song Jianjian snorted coldly, set the table and chopsticks, and said perfunctorily, "Hehe."

Lu Xing: ""

I don't know why, but I always feel offended.

Hold the chopsticks in your hands and pick up the vegetables, the taste is really surprisingly good.

He paused, and the weirdness in his heart deepened, and he blurted out almost uncontrollably: "I'm good at cooking."

Song Jianjian was stunned for a moment, apparently unable to react, and even said a little dissatisfied: "Have I always been so good at cooking?"

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
Cooking is her survival instinct in the past. When she was not popular, she relied on this skill to enter a restaurant and serve as a chef.

But Lu Xing's face froze, his expression could be described as embarrassing, almost wanting to tear Song Jianjian to pieces.

"It's always been this good?" He sneered, "How about explaining what happened to the fish last time?"

Song Jianjian blinked, and was pulled into the memories, as if he had been immobilized.

"Ha, this, ha, I am kidding you, haven't I been practicing cooking these days? You are trying this dish."

She hurriedly picked up a piece of meat for Lu Xing, and then explained it cutely and innocently.

Lu Xing is not someone who can fool around casually, but he has an inexplicable confidence in Song Jianjian, and feels that he may really be wrong.
Lu Xing firmly believes that Song Jianjian loves him, and he loves him so much that he cannot extricate himself, he loves him to the death and life, and he loves him like a fascination.

So much so that he also felt that Song Jianjian would definitely not lie to him.

So, he began to eat with peace of mind.

Eating with Song Jianjian in a hut at the same table.

A slightly soft halo hit the top of his head, covered with a layer of mist, which instantly made Lu Xing feel at home.

In fact, he didn't get close to his family when he was in junior high school, and he rarely went back to Lu's house except during the holidays.

Ms. Lu was divorcing his father at that time, because his father raised three children outside.

When Ms. Lu was young, there was only love in her life, and she often fantasized about a fairy-tale life, just like a silly white sweet.

And his father had a lot of bad money when he was young, so he would inevitably be attracted by younger and hotter ones.

Since she knew that his father had raised him for three years, Ms. Lu has been crying all day long, and rarely cared about his daily life. Most of the time, he grew up in the old house,
Later, after a long time, I grew up, his father kept his own place, and Ms. Lu returned to normal, but their relationship has become estranged.

Lu Xing was in a daze for a moment, it seemed that whether it was at a banquet or a family dinner, he had never tasted the cooking skills of his family.

Now, for the first time, someone will cook for him.

He couldn't help being moved.

If Song Jianjian knew what he was thinking, he would probably have kicked him and tore up his fantasy viciously.

Damn it, it's obviously you who came to take advantage of my old lady, why are you talking so high-sounding?
Move yourself?

After washing the dishes, Lu Xing slumped on the sofa like an old man.

And Song Jianjian said slowly: "Are you full?"

Lu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending to be reserved, and said, "It's okay."

"Is it tasty?"

He continued to nod reservedly: "It's okay."

Although he knew it was not bad, he couldn't make Song Jianjian too complacent.

As the saying goes, modesty makes people progress.

Lu Xing felt that he couldn't be too satisfied, otherwise Song Jianjian would be corrupted.

The depraved Song Jianjian walked over with a smile: "Since my husband is satisfied."

An ominous premonition rose in Lu Xing's heart, and the woman said without changing her expression, "Then clean up the bowl."

Lu Xing: "!"

He looked at the person in front of him in shock, as if he had heard some joke in the world.

"Can you say that again?"

Song Jianjian blinked and looked innocent: "I cook, you wash the dishes, isn't it like this?"
Lu Xing: ""

Under the woman's eager gaze, he finally got up to wash the dishes full of aggrieved eyes.

Think of him as the dignified President Lu of the Lu Group, and one day he will wash the dishes.

— It’s hard to say.

Originally, Song Jianjian thought that Lu Gou was an idiot who couldn't cook, but could wash dishes, right?

As a result, within 2 minutes, there was a bang bang sound in the kitchen.

Her forehead started to twitch, and she felt that this person was here to beat her up.

She finally put down the pillow and walked towards the kitchen.

Lu Xing stood in front of the stove with an indifferent face, the broken bowl was at his feet, he seemed to be frightened, but he was like something else, he just stood stiffly, not daring to move at all.

Song Jianjian was a little helpless, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold him: "As for?"
Lu Xing pursed his lips and didn't struggle. He let her lead him, then walked all the way to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Song Jianjian glanced down at his finger, bleeding, although not a lot, but still a little dazzling.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Lu Xing didn't answer, his face was pale.

Song Jianjian didn't know that he was a big man, so he was frightened by the bowl throwing.

No way, she thought silently.

Then he took out the medicine box from under the counter, found a bandage, and stuck it on him.

I don't know if it was Song Jianjian's illusion, but Lu Xing's complexion seemed to be better.

She paused, and said suspiciously: "Are you dizzy?"

The truth was exposed by Song Jianjian without hesitation, Lu Xing immediately froze, and subconsciously retorted: "No."

This is like an awkward little kid, Song Jianjian couldn't help laughing.

He didn't want to admit it, so she wanted to say: "It's obvious that I'm dizzy, so I'm afraid I should say it earlier."

Lu Xing stopped talking, and his face was not much better anyway.

Song Jianjian ignored him and went into the kitchen to clean up the mess.

She felt that her decision to keep Lu Xing was wrong.

The sound of bowls colliding came from the kitchen, but Lu Xing managed to regain his senses, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and his eyes fell on his hands.

He couldn't help feeling ashamed.

He actually made a model in front of this woman, Song Jianjian. Fortunately, Song Jianjian loved him, otherwise if Luo Xiangwen stopped him, he would have laughed so hard.

Maybe it was because Song Jianjian didn't laugh at him, which made Lu Xing feel even more that Song Jianjian really loved him!
This thought made him slightly relieved.

It was already 10 minutes after Song Jianjian finished packing.

Lu Xing proposed to leave.

Song Jianjian couldn't wait to see him out with a smile on his face.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Jianjian sat on the sofa with his mobile phone in his arms and started playing games.

Xie Jiao's voice came from the other end, with a bit of vagueness: "Sister, you are back."

Song Jianjian lay on his stomach, took a piece of potato chips in his mouth: "Yeah."

Xie Jiao asked a little puzzled: "Who was talking to you just now?"

He said a little sourly while talking: "Could it be your boyfriend?"

Song Jianjian snorted, "I don't have a boyfriend."

Xie Jiao's voice paused for a moment, then he became happy again: "Really, isn't it?"

Song Jianjian hummed, swiped the screen, and started skydiving: "It's my husband."

There was a moment of silence.

Song Jianjian was at a loss: "What's wrong?"

Xie Jiao's voice was weak, as if he lost his anger in an instant: "Xiao Song, are you getting married so soon?"

Song Jianjian made a sharp cut, with a face full of indifference, even indescribable disgust: "You also think I got married early, don't you?"

"So these days my wife is thinking about divorce!"

"Damn it, that dog looks bad at my old lady every day than a man, and I don't want to serve her for a long time. My old lady is like a flower and a jade, who can I find?" She angrily shot at the person opposite, and laughed: "That Shabi, besides his face, is useless, and I have to pretend to be a good wife in front of him. He doesn't know how happy I am when he leaves, and he thinks that I like him, rubbish!"

This speech was so cool that Song Jianjian felt that he could fly!

Xie Jiao was stunned for a moment, maybe she was stunned by the bombardment.

Song Jianjian didn't take it seriously either, because she was also shocked.

She only saw a person standing at the door, that person's face was terribly gloomy, and the storm was about to come on his face.

"Tomorrow, I will ask the lawyer to send the divorce agreement."

This was the last sentence Lu Xing said when he was walking. Song Jianjian hugged his knees and sat on the sofa in a daze, still unable to recover.

After all, she was also looking forward to Lu Xing's divorce, but suddenly got what she wanted without any preparation.

She was still in a trance, always feeling a little empty.

Xie Jiao's voice came from the phone. That person was usually too timid to play games. After Lu Xing's voice sounded just now, he didn't speak, so Song Jianjian even forgot his existence.

"Xiao Song, you won't cry, will you?" His voice was a little anxious and cautious.

Song Jianjian froze for a moment, wiped his face, but there were no tears.

She waved her hand as if nothing had happened: "How could you cry? Didn't I tell you? I wish I could get a divorce as soon as possible. Isn't it good to get a divorce now?"