Chapter 3

The Lu family is very big. As she walks along the revolving stairs, Song Jin looks around at the luxurious decorations. She doesn't find that Lu Nancheng stops abruptly in front of her. She bumps into her head and covers her nose with a "stuffy hum".

Lu Nancheng was tall and straight, and looked down: "Miss Song, Mrs. Lu's position is not so good."

"Thank you for your attention."

She stretched out five tender white fingers, Lu Nancheng looked at them, sneered and turned her head.

Song Jin does not care about his indifference and resistance, happy to withdraw his hand, continue to remind behind him.

"We're going to get the license tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I'll cooperate."

"Lu Nancheng, do you have someone you like?"

The man stood in front of the door, black eyes alienated: "that's your room."

Song Jin continued to ask, "is there any?"

She is not easy not to scratch of looking at him, the man is full of indifference between eyebrows and eyes, see into her smart eyes, supernatural Honesty: "No."

"We will love each other in the future."

The woman's white hand patted on his shoulder, Lu Nancheng's eyes became deeper and opened.

"Ha ha, I hope you can laugh at that time."

"I always like to laugh."

Lu Nancheng smiles and turns to enter the opposite room. Song Jin shrugs her shoulders and enters the room.

The Lu family is really a rich family. Any second bedroom for entertaining guests is also very luxurious. Song Jin leans lazily on the sofa and takes out her mobile phone. She doesn't wake up very long. She doesn't adapt to the current smart phone and is slowly groping for it.

She opened the Internet to search for Lu Nancheng, and a series of articles appeared. She scanned them one by one. Lu Nancheng, as the only successor of the Lu family, has a strong network of relationships. However, how to use such a strong network of relationships to Mrs. Lu, she is still a spoiled Mrs. Lu. Fortunately, Mr. Lu likes her and still has a chance.

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Early in the morning, Song Jin gets up early. Just as she opens the door, she meets Lu Nancheng, who gets up opposite the door. The man's eyes fall on her hair.

Song Jin playfully shakes her head and explains: "morning, yesterday it was a wig, today it is a real hair."

A black wavy roll sets off the charming and bright face with make-up. Wearing a colorful lace dress, it is full of familiar women's style. It shines brightly with every twinkle and smile. It is very different from yesterday's pure and unfamiliar appearance. However, if you look carefully, you can still see that there is pure silk hidden in the charm.

Lu Nancheng's eyes drew back from her and pressed her lips tightly: "good morning."

"It's said that the Civil Affairs Bureau needs to queue up to register for marriage. We need to go early."

"No need."

Others quickly walk downstairs. Song Jin follows. The dining table on the first floor is full of all kinds of food. Lu Nancheng sits down with a tablet in one hand. Song Jin also sits down opposite him. She quickly drinks a bowl of porridge and eats two cakes, but it's done in a few minutes.

On the other side of Lu Nancheng, the porridge in the bowl hardly moved. After biting the cake, he put it down again. After eating a wonton, he vomited it out again. After eating only a few noodles, he put down his chopsticks and drank the milk with a frown.

Song Jin remembers the information she read last night. Outsiders say that Lu Nancheng has a sharp appetite. It's no wonder that he is looking for chefs all over the country.

"Have you eaten?"

Lu Nancheng got up with a black face and rubbed his uncomfortable stomach: "let's go."

In the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lu Nancheng directly took her to the power channel, but after a while she got her marriage certificate.

Song Jin looks at the two people in the photo, one is smiling, the other is expressionless, smiling.

Lu Nancheng also had one in his hand. He opened it and scanned it. The woman's eyebrows were curved and her smile was bright. It was like a wisp of hot spring flowing into his heart. He suddenly closed his eyes and put it in his pocket.

From this moment on, she was Mrs. Lu. Song Jin once again stretched out five tender white fingers: "please give me more advice in the future."

Lu Nancheng accidentally reached out to hold it. The woman's hand was soft and smooth. He held it gently. The shallow temperature came from his fingertips, which made his heart tremble and let go quietly.

In the afternoon, according to the old man's proposal, she needed to accompany Lu Nancheng to the banquet. She was sent to the modeling room by him early. Two hours later, Lu Nancheng's car stopped outside the door.

She went out with her skirt in one hand and her bag in the other. Assistant Xiao Yi opened the door and she got into the car with a smile.

Lu Nancheng, who was originally looking at the documents, turned his eyes and almost stopped. Song Jin, who was wearing a champagne dress, was beautiful and noble. Her long black hair was neatly coiled behind her head. Her neck was long, her clavicle was sexy, and her temperament was pure and beautiful. She was smiling and blinking at him, and her eyes were full of amorous feelings.

Lu Nancheng's throat moved lightly, pressing his mind inexplicably restless. Don't open his eyes: "drive."

More than 20 years ago, Song Jin was also one of the celebrities in the Imperial City, but she didn't show her face many times. On the contrary, her sister Su Yirou often showed her face.

The car slowly drove into the building, and she landed in the south city. The brightly lit hall was full of cheers.

Her eyes lazily passed the people in gorgeous clothes, and her eyes were always smiling.Lu Nancheng thought of the old man's words, had to charge, voice Indifference: "don't run around, shouldn't listen to don't listen."

"I see. You can do it."

She took the initiative to pull out the hand hanging in his arm. He had other things to attend the banquet, but she just came for a walk to see the world and adapt to Mrs. Lu's life.

Before Lu Nancheng left, he looked at her again. His black eyes were deep: "I'll come to you later."

She nodded, had entered the stream of people, more than 20 years later the imperial city rich circle in front of her eyes, she watched with interest, familiar faces did not see a few.

Song Jin went to the dessert area with her skirt. There were all kinds of desserts on the table. They were very beautiful. She had never seen them before. She just picked up the plate and clamped it. Suddenly, there was a sound of the plate falling to the ground.

She turns to see, Su Yirou is looking at her in panic, with glass slag on her feet. She is ready to meet her good sister here.

Song Jin deliberately worried to move forward a few steps, concerned about her: "Miss, are you OK, need help?"

Su Yirou was so scared that she turned pale. She immediately stepped back. Her voice was trembling and almost sharp: "don't come here. I'm ok."

as like as two peas, she as like as two peas, and she is trying to calm down and look at the young woman in front of her. She looks exactly like her sister who died more than 20 years ago. Even the voice is even like something. She can't believe that she is comforting herself. This is definitely not her sister. Even if she is still alive, she can't be the same as more than 20 years old.