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

Father Song was about to faint from anger, he trembled all over: "Get out, get out of here!"

Lu Xing bent slightly, but walked out very obediently, and before leaving, he said: "Dad, I hope you can understand that Song Jianjian and I are in love with each other, and we have already received a marriage certificate, so we are already married." We are a family, even if you don't agree, it's a matter of ironclad."

The threat of red fruit!

Father Song: "Go away!"

Lu Xing closed the door according to his words, and when he got out, the heat in the corridor suddenly rushed to his face, he suddenly came back to his senses, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His fingertips trembled slightly. He was really afraid that Father Song would get angry and take Song Jianjian away from him.

Besides, he and Song Jianjian are now divorced. If Father Song finds out, even if he wants to keep Song Jianjian by his side, he won't be able to.

So just now Lu Xing could only choose to shock Father Song with tough methods and tone, and he actually panicked a lot.

He offended his father-in-law.

The fleeting years are unfavorable.

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Jianjian just came out of a room not far away, saw him raise his eyebrows slightly, and walked over: "What are you doing here?
Lu Xing coughed lightly: "It's nothing."

It can't be said that he just fought wits and courage with his father-in-law, right?

Song Jianjian glanced at him suspiciously: "Why are you sweating?"

Lu Xing was stunned for a moment, and said solemnly, "Maybe it's because the weather is too hot."

Song Jianjian: "?"

She looked up at the air conditioner above her head, almost doubting her life.

Probably because she knew that Lu Xing was lying, she didn't bother to expose it.

"I live in Lu's house today, so I can't sleep in separate rooms, Mr. Lu, you don't mind?"

While talking with Lu Xing, she walked to the room prepared by Lu's house.

Lu Xing lightly tugged at his tie, his brows slightly moved, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Why would you mind, it's too late to be happy."

Song Jianjian: ""

"I'm sick." She gave Lu Xing a dark look, then turned and entered the room.

And someone who was sick gave a low laugh, isn't he sick?

The room is actually not very big, but it is more than enough to accommodate two people.

Song Jianjian took the clothes, glanced at someone standing next to him, and coughed lightly: "Well, do you go wash up first or should I go first?"

Lu Xing leaned against the head of the bed, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, opened the newspaper on the bedside table, and said, "You go first."

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Lu Xing pressed his eyebrows.

He found out that he was wrong, he shouldn't think it's good to live together, what a ghost.

The one who is tormented is still himself.

He still held the newspaper in his hand, but he didn't read a single word.

Song Jianjian came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of flip-flops, his hair was dripping with water, and he still looked good after removing his makeup.

She yawned and said, "Go and wash."

Lu Xing threw the newspaper on the bedside table, and finally raised his head.

What catches the eye is the long white legs, Song Jianjian yawned a little sleepily, and didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Lu Xing's eyelids twitched, he picked up the clothes he had prepared, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Song Jianjian was actually really sleepy, and his eyelids were clenched. He was supposed to go back to the city today, take a flight for several hours, and then rush to Lu's house after getting off the plane to deal with a bunch of people.

She nestled on the sofa with her body curled up, thinking that she didn't know how to sleep for a while, and waited for Lugou to come out.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep in a daze.

When Lu Xing came out, he saw the woman had her eyes closed and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

He glanced at the dripping hair, and pushed Song Jianjian helplessly: "Song Jianjian!"

Song Jianjian didn't move.

He pushed it a second time, and said in a low voice, "Get up and blow your hair."

Song Jianjian slept like a dead pig, and even turned over, ignoring him.

Lu Xing had no choice but to help her up.

Song Jianjian fell into a drowsy sleep, a little dissatisfied: "What are you doing?!"

She muttered, tilted her head and fell asleep.

Lu Xing slightly hooked his lips, with a gentle look on his face. He held a hair dryer and carefully dried Song Jianjian's hair.

Strands of hair passed through the fingertips, and the man's joints were slightly bent and loosened little by little.

The warm light above his head filled the whole room. Between the dappled light and shadow, Song Jianjian felt in a daze that he had a dream.

She dreamed of that ward again, the doctor was wearing a white coat, couldn't see his face clearly, his voice was deep and clear, and he was somewhat familiar.

He put the cap on his pen, "Your condition is stable recently, and you should be discharged from the hospital soon."

Song Jianjian sat in a wheelchair, his eyelids drooped, and his voice was ethereal: "Am I discharged?"

He nodded: "Yes."

Song Jianjian said: "Can you not leave the hospital yet?"
The doctor was probably taken aback for a moment, and said in a low tone, "What do you mean?"

Song Jianjian murmured softly, she still wanted to stay a little longer, maybe she could have a long-term relationship with this doctor!
That's right, even if he is dreaming, even if Song Jianjian is watching this as a bystander, he can still feel his own thoughts in the dream.

Song Jianjian was stunned. In her dream, she had a crush on that doctor?
Whether she made a mistake, she didn't even remember.

This memory was really a little fuzzy in Song Jianjian's mind. If it hadn't been for dreaming again today, it might have been left behind and would never be remembered.

But Song Jianjian in the dream seemed to have a good relationship with that doctor, and they were very close.

"You can live here if you want." The doctor gave her an indifferent look, "It's not that I pay the hospital bill."

Song Jianjian smiled reservedly, then suddenly grabbed the doctor's white coat and smiled friendlyly: "Well, handsome guy, give me a WeChat account?"
Song Jianjian as an outsider: ""

She silently covered her face, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and get in.

Is there really such a stupid self?
Before such a statement could be confirmed, she saw the doctor look at her and asked a very displeased question.

"You want to fuck me?"

Song Jianjian was so shocked by the tiger-wolf words that she didn't even react when the doctor left the house.

When I woke up again, the sky was still dark, and it was still dark outside.

Song Jianjian twisted his neck, subconsciously glanced at the room, and found that Lu Xing was sleeping on the sofa.

She froze for a moment.

The eight-foot-tall man curled up on a small sofa, feeling aggrieved no matter how he looked at it.

Song Jianjian lifted the quilt and stood up, walking carefully to the sofa.

She squatted down and glanced at Lu Xing who had his eyes closed.

"Hello." She poked Lu Xing's arm with her hand, and said softly, "Go to bed and sleep."

Lu Xing frowned slightly, opened his eyes, glanced at her, and then closed them again.

Song Jianjian felt a little funny, thinking how this man looked like a child.

She raised her hand and poked him again: "Did you hear me?"
Lu Xing didn't open his eyes this time, and directly raised his hand to grab her wrist.

She blinked slightly, and was pulled onto the sofa the next second.

The sofa was originally not very big, but now there is another person squeezed into it, making it even more narrow. .

Lu Xing held her in his arms, his voice was low and hoarse, and he gently put his fingers on her waist: "Don't make trouble."

What's the matter?
Song Jianjian froze, not daring to move.

His eyes blinked, his heart pounding, but he was afraid of waking Lu Xing up.

She guessed that Lu Xing was sleepy and didn't pay much attention, so he subconsciously pulled her down.

It would be really embarrassing to wake him up now.

She carefully tugged at Lu Xing's hand, and then carefully tried to move the hand that was lying in front of her away.

But I couldn't move it away, the man seemed to be stuck with glue.

Song Jianjian exhaled foul breath, and was about to say something when his fingers were suddenly held down.

The man's hot breath sprinkled on her neck, so that it was a little itchy and hot, "Don't move around."

Song Jianjian let out an ah, and raised his head slightly only to realize that Lu Xing had opened his eyes at some point.

"When did you wake up?"

"just."

Song Jianjian: "Did I wake you up?"

Lu Xing lazily hummed.

Song Jianjian patted his hand: "Well, can you let me go when you wake up?"

Lu Xing didn't let it go, but instead held her waist and pulled the belt into his arms, his voice was tinged with a smile: "I don't know, you have the habit of throwing yourself into your arms while people are sleeping."

Song Jianjian: ""

She pinched Lu Xing's hand: "Are you sick? Who cares if someone throws himself into your arms?"

Lu Xing lazily replied, resting his chin on her shoulder: "You are not curious, why are you sleeping next to me?"
Song Jianjian was almost overwhelmed by this man's cheekiness, so he raised his foot and kicked him, "Why are you so shameless?!" Lu Xing lowered his voice and coughed lightly: "Don't kick indiscriminately, if you It broke, are you responsible?"

Song Jianjian: "?"

She froze for a moment, stared at her for a moment, and finally realized what Lu Xing said.

She smiled, moved her feet, moved to a certain place with him, and said in a slow voice: "If you don't let go, I will let you taste what it means to cut off children and grandchildren."

Lu Xing paused, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he grabbed her ankle with one hand, grabbed her by the way, and rolled her to the ground. "Song Jianjian, I'm not a saint."

Song Jianjian froze and froze for a moment.

She had a bad premonition and subconsciously wanted to run away, but Lu Xing pushed her back as soon as she made a move.

Lu Xing didn't intend to let her go, he lowered his head and put his fingers on her face.

"Song Jianjian, speak clearly today."

"No, Mr. Lu, can we chat normally? Let me get up first." Song Jianjian pushed him, smiled flatteringly, and wondered why he didn't step on it just now.

Lu Xing could tell what she was thinking at a glance, and smiled faintly, "You really are not restless at all."

After all, the smile on his face faded suddenly, looking serious and solemn.

"Song Jianjian, you should know what I think about you." He raised his hand and stroked Song Jianjian's hair: "I won't force you, I just hope you think about it, I have a lot of time and patience to wait your response."

In fact, Lu Xing still overestimated himself, he said very authoritarian in front of Father Song.

He said that he would not let Song Jianjian marry someone else, but he was wrong.