Addicted to Marriage: The Black-bellied President Billions of Love

Lu Ye paused, and replied: "I'd rather have her come."

At least, at this moment, he won't feel so ashamed.

Facing Chu Youzhou's questioning, he would not be so ashamed.

Obviously, Lu Ye came here today because of Chu Youzhou's injury. If the bride was taken away on the wedding day, who would let him go?The Lu family almost became a laughing stock in front of the whole country.

But facing Chu Youzhou's persecution, he still couldn't explain it.

There are some things that he would never say to her even when he was drunk.

Because he has no self-confidence, perhaps these words will only get her ridicule if he speaks them out?

After all, Song Juan is the only one in her eyes, isn't she?

Why bother to speak out to make things difficult for each other.

What's more, this fight has been suppressed for so many years, and it broke out at this moment, which is already too late.

Chu Youzhou didn't know what he was thinking, so he laughed angrily, "Lu Ye, sometimes I really don't understand you."

"Have you really read it carefully?" Lu Ye laughed at himself.

Chu You porridge threw him the gauze and potion that he brought with him, "I don't want to see it."

With that said, she stood up and was about to leave.

She doesn't like talking to a drunk man at any time.

The current Luye is completely different from normal.

She is not used to him like this.

I don't even think that what the two of them said tonight will change the future.

If Song Ming hadn't called, she would never have come to participate in these matters.

Seeing her get up, Lu Ye grabbed her hand subconsciously.

Chu Youzhou lowered his head and pulled his hand back forcefully.

"However, Master Lu, I have to thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"Every time I'm not sober, you can always give me a slap and make me clearly understand what I am."

Lu Ye's face darkened and he didn't speak.

Chu Youzhou continued: "Next time you fight, you don't need to call me, just call Fu Qingyue."

Lu Ye didn't speak, just looked at her silently.

The air seemed to be cooled by the chill emanating from him.

Chu You porridge was defeated by his icy cold gaze.

Turn around and leave.

"Where are you going?" Lu Ye blurted out.

"Apologize."

"What are you apologizing for?"

"You come to other people's house to make trouble, so why don't I sit at the door of other people's house like you?"

Lu Ye suddenly stood up from the ground: "I won't let you go."

Saying that, regardless of whether Chu Youzhou agrees or not, he carried her on his shoulders and took her away.

At this time, by the balcony of the room, Song Juan stood motionless, watching every move of the two of them.

The housekeeper said cautiously: "Master, are you really not going down?"

Song Juan's tone was as cool as ever, as if he was not affected by them at all: "No need."

The butler sighed, obviously his tone was so indifferent, but his eyes watched them leave until they disappeared without moving away, his eyes and eyebrows were full of sadness.

"Master, let go, it's impossible for you guys." The housekeeper couldn't help but persuade him.

Although he also wanted Chu Youzhou to marry into the Song family, it was impossible after all.

Song Juan laughed self-deprecatingly, and wiped the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth again. Back then, he was the one who said this to others. Unexpectedly, many years later, this sentence became to himself.

There was silence outside the window, and the familiar figure had already melted into the night.

A coldness flashed in Song Juan's eyes, and he changed the subject: "How is the Fu family's preparations going?"

"We have prepared everything you want. It will probably be delivered tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Since Lu Ye wants Fu Qingyue to marry me so much, let her be a useful pawn..."