Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

Mo Di got up and went to the bathroom. After washing her hands and putting on makeup, she came out. She bumped into someone's arms when she was facing the corner. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Are your bones made of iron? It hurts so much." .”

Si Ruofeng heard a soft female voice complaining, and instinctively said, "Sorry."

Looking up, isn't this the girl sitting in the back booth complaining about herself?

What's your name?

Mo what...

He took a quick look at the other party. There was no dim light in the store, no booth cover, the woman's face could be seen clearly, the skin was transparent and fair, and the facial features were exquisite, but she looked good.

It doesn't look like a loose person in clothes, why is the language so vulgar? !

The man raised his eyebrows, "Miss, are you okay?"

Mo Di rubbed his nose, the bridge of his nose was almost smashed, "It's fine."

She was a little nasal, she turned sideways and walked around the other party, without even looking up at the other party's appearance, she just took this incident as a small episode.

Go back to the place where you eat and sit down, "Wen Xi, let me tell you, I am very Mercury retrograde today. When I went out, my phone fell off and the screen was smashed. When I was eating just now, red oil splashed on my clothes. I came out of the bathroom and hit me. On one person, the bridge of the nose was almost broken, but luckily the nose was real, otherwise, it would have been crooked on the spot. I really don’t know what happened to that man’s bones, it hurts so much.”

Si Ruofeng just walked back to his seat and sat down.

Hearing what Mo Di complained about, he lowered his head and glanced at the open coat on his chest. The two metal buttons on it were shining brightly. It was estimated that the woman had bumped into his buttons.

How could he offend this Miss Mo, and complain about himself in public when he had a meal outside?

Si Ruofeng suddenly became a little interested in this woman.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Si Ruofeng returned home.

He rarely goes back to Si's house, but tonight, he has something to do.

Jiang Qiulan sat on the upper sofa and looked at Si Ruofeng, "Xiaofeng is back, your brother's health is getting worse and worse recently, we went upstairs, your brother said he couldn't see him, he should be asleep now, Uncle Ping is outside The guard, he trusts you the most, go and have a look."

"Well, I see." Si Ruofeng took off his coat and handed it to the servant beside him, then strode upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Qiulan took a sip of water from the coffee table, and gave the servant a wink. The servant immediately understood, hung the clothes on the hanger, and went upstairs lightly to the third floor , standing at the stairs, ready to eavesdrop.

Aunt Ming, the housekeeper, came out with a bowl of red dates and white fungus soup, and saw Si Ruofeng's clothes on the hanger, and she saw a long black hair with sharp eyes.

"Ma'am, ma'am, look what this is!" Aunt Ming quickly took off the coat and handed it to Jiang Qiulan.

Jiang Qiulan saw the woman's long hair and smiled, "I knew it."

Si Ruofeng is just a dude, he knows to find some entertainment places to hang out with some dubious women when he goes out, how can he put his mind on Si, only that entertainment company, it's completely Si Ruofeng's mistake, Si Ruofeng If the wind is famous, in fact it is entirely dependent on the vice president Jian Rui.

How can such a person deserve to compete with his son for family property!

When Si Kangrong died, everything in the Si family belonged to himself and his children.

Aunt Ming handed the jujube and lotus seed soup to Jiang Qiulan, "Madam, don't worry, the second young master is not qualified to compete with the third young master, we will wait for the third young master to grow up slowly, and you will be behind the scenes. The wife of the Si family is in charge. As for the young master..."

Jiang Qiulan took a sip of the soup, "Him? Si Yuheng's physical condition..."

Aunt Ming whispered, "I will definitely not survive this year."