Mrs. Lu picked it up

When I got in the car, because of the presence of a man, the inside of the car was cramped.

Five minutes ago, Lu Jingchuan asked Yu Qing to check. The current situation of Song Li's adoptive father is now in Lu Jingchuan's mobile phone.

He closed the phone, closed his eyelashes and leaned on the soft back of the chair to fall asleep.

Originally thought that Song Li became a lot smarter after marrying him, but when it comes to family members, her IQ always returns to that unspeakable level.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, which was rarely pleasant.

……

Song Li managed to stop the car, and when he arrived at Lu's, several windows were still lit, but the top floor was completely dark.

Song Li's footsteps stopped, she actually didn't want to come here at all, as soon as she got here, Song Li trembled from the bottom of her heart.

She took out her mobile phone and planned to contact Sheng Lan, but when she opened the phone, she saw Sheng Lan's text message.

Lu Jingchuan has already returned to Greentown Champs.

Song Li knew very well that Lu Jingchuan was torturing her during the night wind and dampness.

His half-smiley sarcasm from yesterday is still in my ears.

He was right, she couldn't torture him.

She hesitated whether to give up, why bother to humiliate herself, Lu Jingchuan might not help her.

After hesitating again and again, Song Li decided to go there.

She stopped the car and went to the Champs Elysees in Green City. Because it was too far away, several taxi drivers refused, and finally stopped one, asking for a sky-high price.

Song Li didn't want to be taken advantage of, so she hailed a car on Didi.

The distance is really far, and the platform defaults to 200 yuan.

It was already dark when we arrived, Song Li hurriedly got out of the car, the butler was waiting outside, seeing Song Li's eyes were red with excitement: "Madam, are you back?"

"Why are you standing here?"

The housekeeper choked with sobs: "It was Mr. Sheng who said you were coming. I didn't believe it at first... I didn't expect you to come."

"Madam, let's go in."

Song Li was a little hesitant, and she asked nervously, "How is he feeling today?"

"Sir, you seem to be in a good mood."

Song Li breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the kitchen after entering the door. She asked the housekeeper to help make wonton skins, and adjusted the fillings herself.

The shrimp stuffing made by Songli, Lu Jingchuan has a bad stomach and can't eat spicy food. The shrimp meat is sweeter and more flavorful.

After swallowing the wontons, Song Li made two more side dishes.

The butler put the food in, put two bowls of wontons, and handed them to Song Li.

She didn't want to pick it up at all, and if she could, she didn't want to see Lu Jingchuan at all.

But... the situation is not in control.

Song Li took it, carried it upstairs, and Lu Jingchuan was in the study.

As soon as she approached, Sheng Lan opened the door of the room from the inside, and then stepped out, leaving room for Song Li and Lu Jingchuan.

He was wearing a white shirt, his forearms were tight, his slender legs were intertwined, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his eyelashes were blue.

Lu Jingchuan was impeccable in appearance, and she fell in love with him unpreparedly, part of the reason was because Lu Jingchuan used this face to bluff and deceive.

The other part is probably his all-pervasive tenderness that wrapped around her heart.

Song Li paused for a long time, then brought the things over and placed them in front of Lu Jingchuan one by one.

Lu Jingchuan lifted his eyelashes, glanced at her, and suddenly smiled.

The man smiled, his eyes full of flair, with a heart-rending evil, Song Li's heartbeat stopped for two beats in a row.

"Why, you scolded me so badly on the phone that you chased me to the Champs Elysees in the green city?"

Song Li choked, her beautiful eyes widened, full of guilt.

Her expression was very similar to Chu Chu's.

Lu Jingchuan narrowed his eyes, and Song Li pulled out a smirk: "I took the wrong medicine today, Mr. Lu has a lot of it, don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Lu Jingchuan didn't bother to beat around the bush, he tapped his fingers on the table and said in a low voice, "I'm a well-known small-bellied person in Lincheng. I've been married for more than a year, almost two years. I think Mrs. Lu knows it well."

When he spoke, his eyelashes were light, and he smiled contemptuously.

It's like... It's not good to coax.

Song Li handed over a spoon, and changed the subject abruptly: "I wrapped wontons for you, try it."

Lu Jingchuan followed good advice and ate one.

Seeing her eating, a smile crept onto Song Li's face.

Lu Jingchuan stared at her, she was beautiful, her eyelashes curled up, her eyes were like crescent moons in the sky when she smiled, her skin was so pure that it was easy to arouse the desire to be raped.

Song Li didn't feel the danger, and said in a low voice, "A Chuan, I want to borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

Lu Jingchuan looked easy to talk to.

Song Li hesitated and gestured with a finger.

Lu Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, "100 million?"

"1000 million..." Song Li's voice became weaker and weaker, full of lack of confidence.

After speaking, a blush crawled up Song Li's face and spread to the roots of her ears.

She felt that she was a bitch, that Lu Jingchuan was no longer her husband, and she kept saying that she would never have anything to do with Lu Jingchuan again in this life, and she had the cheek to borrow money.

Song Li felt hopeless when she thought about it.

Lu Jingchuan paused holding the spoon, and his tone was full of mockery: "The wontons made by Mrs. Lu are really expensive, 1000 million a mouthful."

He turned the dial, the bowl was not big, and there were seven left: "If this is finished, will I give Mrs. Lu 8000 million?"

Having said that, Lu Jingchuan took another bite.

Song Li pondered that although Lu Jingchuan sneered, he still ate it, which meant that this matter was actually negotiable.

She blinked her eyes, her eyes were full of seriousness: "I will return it to you."

"Repay what? You yourself?" When Lu Jingchuan asked this question, he was as serious as Song Li.

Song Li said in a low voice: "I will definitely work hard to make money from filming, please give me some time."

"Why should I trust you?" Lu Jingchuan put down the spoon, revealing his true nature as a businessman. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "The value of an artist has risen rapidly. Now that you are full of black material, it will be difficult for Nanhuai to get back the money. Back to the original, even if you are popular, then you have to ensure that you will not have any more scandals. Every time you walk on the red carpet, you need a dress, invite a make-up group, and buy a car. You have indeed made money, but you have to spend a lot of money. Waiting for you to save Enough 1000 million, at least two years."

"I can have an untold 1000 million in two years, Song Li, this investment doesn't seem worthwhile."

Although he had expected that Lu Jingchuan might refuse, but when he really said yes, Song Li was still indescribably sad.

"My father owes others gambling money. If I don't give them the money, they will chop up Jiang Feng and feed them to the dogs." Song Li's eyes were red: "The only person I know who can lend me money is you..."

If she knew about this kind of thing, Song Li shouldn't talk about dignity when she agreed to divorce. She should take whatever he gave.

"Gambling money." The contempt in Lu Jingchuan's eyes was even worse, these contempt, like a knife, pierced Song Li's heart with blood.

He said: "I said a long time ago, don't worry about a gambler. If you give him 1000 million today, if you don't get his gratitude, it will only make him worse..."

"Leave me, how many 1000 million do you have?"