Chapter 372

At the beginning of her hunger strike, she just wanted to make Lu Nancheng step back, but she didn't expect that he didn't step back at all, and she was so hungry that she couldn't stand it.

If she continues to endure, maybe he will step back, but there is no if.

"I won't be in such a stupid way anymore. Go to sleep."

Song Jin passed by him and was suddenly grabbed by him.

He didn't let go and dragged her upstairs.

Lu Nancheng pushes her to bed, and Song Jin lies down indifferent.

"I won't go out tomorrow. You take away the bodyguards. If it's too big, my grandfather will know."

"Now I know."

Since he let the bodyguard stand at the door, the old man has known, but he never said the reason, he did not intervene.

"What about that?"

"That's it."

"Don't be angry. If my grandfather asks me, I'll say that our little husband and wife have quarreled, and now we've made up."

Lu Nancheng stood under the bed and looked at her, not as heartless as he thought. He would still consider for him.

"From tomorrow on, I won't stop you from looking for Zhuang Jingrui. Just go ahead."

He opened the quilt and went to bed. He turned off the light and lay on his side, straight.

"Are you angry?"

"Sleep."

"You are angry. Do you mind if I go to find Zhuang Jingrui? I know about you vinegar jar."

Lu Nancheng didn't say a word, Song Jin said more and more.

"Even if I go to him, I won't have anything to do with him. I'm Song Jin, your wife of Lu Nancheng."

"You have to believe me, I'm just going to explore the situation, and I don't have to show my identity."

"Lu Nancheng, why don't you have any confidence in me?"

Song Jin said more and more angry, but saw that he did not respond at all, did not say a word and did not move. He simply kicked him behind.

She also pulled the quilt to lie down. Almost as soon as she lay down, Lu Nancheng pressed her sideways and pressed her hard under her body. Her big hands began to tear off her clothes.

The old aunt just had enough to eat and was about to vomit, and he didn't stop.

Lu Nancheng is intentional, let her pain, let her pain, in order to remember him, remember his identity.

In the morning, Song Jin went to bed with no sign of Lu Nancheng. She felt a dull pain in her neck. When she got up, she looked in the mirror and found that there was a row of teeth marks on it, which were red.

This is a dog man. She is so angry that he leaves such a row of prominent teeth marks on her neck. How can he go out.

You can't wear a scarf in this weather. Others think she is insane.

Song Jin had to stay at home and didn't go out. She didn't even come out of the room. All the food was sent upstairs by servants.

The tooth marks on her neck seemed to be going on for a while, but they worried her.

Lu Nancheng guessed from going out in the morning that she would not go out. The thin skinned people wanted to face, and they would not go out to hang around with that row of teeth marks.

In the evening, as usual, he pushed the party and went home early.

Song Jinwo is watching animation on the sofa, holding a giraffe in her arms. The giraffe's neck is long and almost pokes to the ceiling.

She lifted her eyelids lazily, glanced at him and continued to look down.

"Didn't you go out today?"

"Hum."

Uneasy and kind-hearted people, afraid that they had planned to bite her last night, now they ask hypocritically.

"Don't talk to me."

“OK 。”

He raised his hand and took the giraffe from her arms. It was really in the way.

"You let go, this is my deer."

"Don't talk to me."

“……”

Song Jin to be angry with him, hit him with a mobile phone, was caught by him, put on the table.

She wants to leave, and he pulled back, hit into his hard arms, knock the brain pain.

"Let me see what happened to the neck? I'm sorry I was so mean last night

"I don't accept your apology. You let me take a bite."

"No problem, you come."

He solemnly untied his tie, loosened the neckline and showed her a smooth neck: "bite it."

“……”

Song Jin's eyes are dripping, but it's really impolite. She's about to bite her smooth neck, but suddenly she hears two coughs. It turns out that the old man is coming.

She stood up straight and lowered her head. She pulled Lu Nancheng. She was so embarrassed.

The old man stood at the door clutching a crutch. He didn't expect to see these. However, they were all from the past and looked at them calmly. They had a big fight a few days ago, but now they seem to have made up.

Young husband and wife, this is a fight at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

"Didn't Nan Yu come back?"

"Well, No."

"Come for a walk and see you."

Song Jin stood behind Lu Nancheng and didn't look up all the time. After the old man said a few words, she called others to the study. When they all left, she slowly breathed out and touched her red face. It was a shame.She didn't want to get down on the bed until Lu Nancheng finished talking. She covered the teeth on her neck and took a few mouthfuls and ran away.

Song Jin doesn't go to Zhuang Jingrui. Because of the trace on her neck, Zhuang Jingrui is the first to contact her when the trace disappears and she is ready to find him.

After a series of things, she can almost be sure that Chen Dong was taken away by Zhuang Jingrui's people. He has found so many things, even one step ahead of Jiu Ge.

When Lu Nancheng learned about it, he looked solemn: "I'll go with you."

"No, he only asked me out."

On the phone, what Zhuang Jingrui said was very clear. She was called Miss Song.

Lu Nancheng's whole body is shrouded in low pressure. Before Song Jin leaves, she pinches his big hand as if to comfort him, but it's useless. His heart also leaves with her.

The driver sent her to the appointed place, not the dealer company, but a tea house.

Song Jin didn't study tea. She didn't study tea before, and she didn't study tea now. She stood at the door and looked at the antique buildings. A bamboo curtain in front of the door was gently raised. She bowed her head and went in.

The yard is paved with a zigzag stone road. On both sides of the road, there are a lot of flowers and plants. They are not particular about it. They grow wantonly, but they feel more elegant.

She walked along the stone road to the end, turned again and passed through an arch. There was a lake in front of her. There was no road to the center of the lake, only a boat. Song Jin stood up.

Zhuang Jingrui was sitting in the pavilion in the lake. He raised his eyes and watched Song Jin get closer. The smile between his eyes slowly overflowed, just like tea curling and dancing in hot water.

Song Jin finally got to the pavilion and looked around. When she came in from the door, she never thought it would be like this. In the small courtyard, there was a large artificial lake, and no one could get close to it. It was really a good place to talk about things.

"Miss Song, sit down."

"The place Mr. Zhuang chose is surprising."

"Miss Song is also very surprising."

His words out, is already confirmed that she is the identity of Su Yimu, Song Jin is not flustered, indifferent to sit down.

Zhuang Jingrui is making tea. He likes to drink tea, but he doesn't have this hobby. When he pushes the cup over, she blows it directly and drinks it all in one gulp.