Mr. Lu, the sick president, dotes on his wife like his life

Lu Jingtian looked down and found that her hand had grabbed his sleeve, making her fingers even more slender.This strong contrast made his vision dim.

Crying first, then lingering.

Jian Anan's hand holding the corner of his clothes tightened, and her tone was a bit sad: "Eldest Young Master, since I married you, I have always wanted to be with you, and you just kicked me out like this?"

"Forever?" Lu Jingtian raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face was very calm, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

Seeing that he was so calm, Jian Anan felt that her crying would not work at all, as long as she worked hard, Lu Jingtian would hate her more and she would win.

Xiaomei saw that Miss Jian had said everything, but she was not moved in the slightest. If this continues, Young Master Jian will really drive her out, so she hurriedly said: "Miss Jian, the young master has If you want to say something, tell me the truth..."

"Lu Jingtian, you don't believe what I say? I treat you so well, but you don't feel it at all. If that's the case, I might as well die."

Jian Anan was so frightened that she danced and pointed at Lu Jingtian, tears were about to fall.

All three are about to commit suicide.

Xiaomei saw that Miss Jian was hopeless, and covered her forehead with one hand, with a gloomy expression on her face.

"Miss Jane doesn't have to be like this." Lu Bo always felt that Jian Anan's reaction was not right, and he wanted to comfort her, but the young master didn't drive her away.

"Uncle Lu, let her talk." Lu Jingtian was very interested in what she was going to do, so he told Uncle Lu not to persuade her any more.

Uncle Lu saw that the corner of his eldest son's mouth curled into a nasty arc, and couldn't help but look at Jian An'an with pity.

Jian Anan didn't notice Uncle Lu's gaze, but Lu Jingtian said softly, "Why don't you continue talking?"

Lu Jingtian calmly asked her to continue, but Jian Anan blinked, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she was too embarrassed to continue.

"Young master, Miss Jian doesn't want to leave you alone. She was very sad when she learned that the young master didn't like the food she cooked herself this morning. Xiaomei defended Jian Anan.

Lu Jingtian glanced at Jian Anan, as if asking if she was joking.Jian Anan wanted to shake her head and say no, but she knew that the more she liked him, the more he would drive her out.

Looking at her expression, Lu Jingtian almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

When Uncle Lu saw Xiaomei defending himself, he also asked curiously: "Since Xiaomei has said so, Miss Jian really worked hard!"

Xiaomei also knew that she usually didn't like Miss Jian, so it seemed awkward to speak for her at this time, so she smiled coyly: "Everyone can see Miss Jian's kindness to the young master."

"Xiaomei, don't defend me." Is Xiaomei going against the sky?For Xiaomei to speak for her, it was simply a kind of harm to her.

"You." Seeing that Jian Anan was silent, Lu Jingtian quickly turned to look at him.

After hearing his words, Jian Anan waited for his answer.

Seeing that Jian An'an was a little nervous, Lu Jingtian said lazily, "Since you cried, you made a fuss again."

"How is it?" Chen Zhao asked.Jian Anan was out of breath, opened her eyes wide, and waited for him to let herself go, then quickly went back to her room, ready to leave.

"It turns out that I am very important to you. For the sake of your hard work for me, you can continue to cook my dishes, okay?" Lu Jingtian's voice was very cheerful. He watched the hope in her eyes gradually dim, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help it. Live evoked a smile.

When Xiaomei heard what Lu Jingtian said, she immediately beamed with joy. Seeing that Miss Jian was stunned by "too happy", she happily reminded: "Miss Jian, you finally got your wish."

"..." Her wish came true, what she wanted was for Lu Jingtian to drive her away, not for her to cook here.

Lu Bo smiled, took Xiaomei out, and asked the two of them to have a good chat.

"Aren't you too happy?" Lu Jingtian looked at her expression and was in a good mood.

"You... Didn't you say you won't let me cook?" Seeing his playful face, Jian Anan felt like being teased.

"It's just letting you sleep in the morning, and you start thinking wildly." Lu Jingtian raised his eyebrows and said to her.

"This morning?" Jian Anan couldn't accept it.

She really wanted to know why Xiaomei told her that he didn't like her cooking skills.But she didn't say much, for fear that Lu Jingtian would embarrass Xiaomei.

"Then how long do you plan to rest? You are my wife, so of course you have to take good care of me." Lu Jingtian took it for granted.

Jian Anan opened her mouth, speechless.

Lu Jingtian asked lightly: "Dinner is ready?"

"No." An An's voice was a little low.

Seeing her, Lu Jingtian said slowly: "It's getting late, hurry up and order takeaway! I'll give you a vacation, aren't you very touched?"

If your tone was not too mean, I would have been moved by you. "Jian Anan said quietly.

He was making fun of her.

Hearing this, Lu Jingtian sneered, turned around and went upstairs to the study, and asked An An to order takeaway.

Watching him walk away, Jian Anan winked at his back.As soon as she was done, Lu Jingtian suddenly turned around.

She quickly restrained her emotions, for fear that he would not notice her expression.

Looking at her tense body, Lu Jingtian knew that she must be thinking wildly.

"What else do you want to say?" Jian Anan was stared at by him, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lu Jingtian glanced at her, pushed the wheelchair upstairs, and said slowly: "In the future, if you use tricks such as crying and hanging yourself, can you squeeze out two tears? You must be crying so hard. Pretend."

"..." An An froze there.

boom!
Until the door of the study was closed, Jian Anan woke up suddenly, she looked at the study angrily, "Lu Jingtian, you are too much."

She just went to cry in front of Lu Jingtian, and actually guessed what she was thinking, but he didn't say anything, and stared at her like an idiot.

The more Jian Anan thought about it, the angrier she became, she said viciously: "Lu Jingtian, just wait for me and see how I deal with you."

With that said, An An went out and ordered a takeaway.

After Jian Anan hung up the phone, Xiaomei sneaked in and smiled at Jian Anan: "Congratulations, Miss Jian!"

"What is there to congratulate?" Jian Anan only felt that her luck was really bad.

"Congratulations, you can still cook delicious food for the young master in the future." Xiaomei was sincerely happy for Jian Anan.

Although Jian Anan felt wronged, she couldn't say it out, but Xiaomei was really happy for her, so she accepted it, and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you."

"You're smart." Xiaomei blinked at Jian An'an, "I thought the young master hated crying the most. Miss Jian, if you're like this, the young master can't leave you. As expected of the eldest son's wife, yes His understanding is deeper than ours."

"I... How could I be as good as you said?" When Xiaomei said this, Jian Anan almost choked to death.

She never thought that Lu Jingtian would be so weird.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jian." Xiaomei bowed solemnly to Jian An'an.

"Don't." Jian Anan was taken aback, and quickly hugged Xiaomei.

"I thought a lot today. During the time I was with Miss Jane, I found that you are a very good person. I used to be hostile to you. I heard from others, and I was also encouraged by others. " Xiaomei asked seriously, "Can you forgive me?"

"What you said is true, and you didn't do anything wrong, you still help me." Gu Ning said.

When Xiaomei heard this, she laughed happily: "Miss Jian really has such deep feelings for the young master, I hope you can be together forever."

"..." Xiaomei's blessing made Jian Anan realize something, and quickly changed the topic.

The takeaway arrived on time, Jian Anan went to the door, and asked the delivery boy what the difference was. After confirming that there was no problem, Jian Anan happily carried two boxes of chicken legs and snacks.

This time, Jian Anan didn't cook, but Lu Jingtian ordered a takeaway instead of letting the cook cook.She didn't know why he did it, but since there was a chance to teach him a lesson, it would be great.

After arranging the meals, Jian Anan walked to the door of the study and knocked on the door: "I'm...eating outside."

Before she had time to call him Mr. Lu, she remembered his advice, and An An called out quickly.

Hearing his voice, Jian Anan hurried downstairs to get a chicken leg, snacks, and juice.

Heng Bo, who was pushing Lu Jingxia downstairs, smelled the aroma, and his eyes fell on the chicken legs on the table.

"I haven't made anything for you yet. Taking this opportunity, I want to try it too. If you like it, I'll blow it up."

Jian Anan's attitude towards Lu Jingtian is very good.

"The young master doesn't like fried food."

Uncle Lu looked at Lu Jingtian with concern, "I'm going to buy your favorite dish, sir!"

"No, I seldom eat fried food, so I will try it today."

Lu Jingtian signaled Uncle Lu not to bother so much, he glanced at the chicken legs on the table, "It seems to taste pretty good."

“The chicken drumsticks here are delicious, there are a lot of people in line, I strongly recommend you to try it.”

Jian Anan quickly put the gloves and juice on the table, and waited for him with a smile.

Lu Jingtian walked to the table, followed her example, and put on the gloves.

A handsome person is handsome, even wearing a pair of simple gloves can give people a noble and elegant feeling, as if what is in front of them is not some fast food, but a top-quality steak.

Lu Jingtian said to Uncle Lu: "Uncle Lu, go down and have something to eat first!"

Uncle Lu smiled knowingly and left quickly.

"Try it while it's hot, the signature dish of this restaurant."

Jian Anan pushed the chicken leg in his hand in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Jingtian looked up at her, and saw that she had reached her limit, so he reached out his hand and caught a chicken leg.

Jian Anan's eyes lit up, she stared at the chicken leg in his hand, and kept shouting in her heart: "Eat it quickly, I want him to taste my strength."