C57 Only then will the two of them be together and then will the two of them be together

His entire body was curled up in a cold position, unable to fall asleep even as he tossed and turned in bed. He was a little annoyed in his heart, wasn't he the same person who came here a few years ago, how could he get used to the existence of another person in such a short period of time?

Suddenly recalling the hot water bottles that Lu Chen bought at the supermarket, Mo Nuan rolled over and charged the two hot water bottles into her bed. One was placed by her feet and the other was hugged by him, only then did she feel much warmer and more sleepy.

When Mo Nuan woke up on the second day, it was already 9 o'clock. She was shocked and stared blankly for a few seconds before realizing that today was Saturday, and because her entire body was curled up on top of the bed last night, she only felt that her four limbs were sore and was lying on the bed not wanting to get up.

Just then, Lu Chen called him. She quickly took off her phone and placed it by his ear, his voice carrying an undetectable joy and lightness. "Lu Chen, you're in London?"

A soft laugh came from beside his ear. Mo Nuan's face was flushed, as if she was a little excited just now.

"Warmth, you couldn't have been waiting for my call all this time, right?"

The man's voice was filled with ridicule. Mo Nuan didn't even need to think to know that this man was laughing at her. This despicable man always liked it.

She couldn't help but think of a popular phrase on the internet, flirting. Wasn't that man like that as well?

She pouted. "You call me so early in the morning to disturb me. If you don't say anything, I'm hanging up."

Lu Chen was already able to grasp a very good angle, and knew when she should give the little kitten, whose fur was about to burst, a stroke. He let out a soft voice, "Warm, I'm here."

Mo Nuan sat on the bed, and the sunlight shone in, causing her face to look even more gentle. She pursed her lips, with a tranquil and serene look on her face, "That's good then."

"I'll give the courtyard a call later. If you're bored during these two days, you can come to the courtyard. I'll have Uncle Zhong take care of it sooner or later. When I'm not at home, you can eat in the courtyard."

Mo Nuan pouted, she was a little dissatisfied, she was only able to eat a little more than most women, how could he be interested, "I'm not a pig, why are you thinking about me eating anything all day?"

Lu Chen could not help but laugh out loud, "I am not worried about anything else, I am just worried that our Lady Lu might starve. I am regretting leaving in a hurry and not getting a biscuit to hang on your neck, if not I would not be so worried."

"I don't like pasta."

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who had a wife. His wife was unable to cook, but it just so happened to be the annual Shang Jing exams, so the scholar had no choice but to think of a solution. He burned a large biscuit and hung it around her neck, thinking that this should be enough to wait until he returned.

Lu Chen's voice was as deep as a cello. Using such a voice to tell a story was truly touching.

"Pfft." Mo Nuan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She had heard this story before, but it wasn't because the scholar's wife didn't know how to cook, but because the scholar's wife was too lazy. This man actually said that she was lazy in a roundabout way.

"Mr. Lu, do you take me for a three year old child? I have heard this story before, do you dislike me being lazy?"

"Oh no, it seems to have backfired. Actually I was just telling Mrs. Lu that I was really worried about you. "

Mo Nuan's fingers that were holding the phone shrunk a little, as if a warm current had been injected into her heart, spreading throughout her body, "I got it, you don't have to worry about me not eating well, but instead you, your stomach is not good, you have to be careful about the rules of the diet, and you must not drink any alcohol."

"Listen to Lady Lu."

The two chattered on for a long time. Finally, Mo Nuan remembered that it was around 1-2 in the morning in London, so she hung up the phone, telling Lu Chen to go and rest early.

Mo Nuan's floating heart also calmed down at once, and after rolling over, she laid back down on the bed to sleep. — —

London Airport.

Song Zhi looked at Lu Chen, dumbstruck. Was this still a Master Lu? She couldn't wait to make a phone call as soon as she got off the plane. He told his all the jokes and details. He still vividly remembered the only wife's appearance on the day of the stomach attack, which threw him a deep-water bomb.

If not for the fact that he was his personal secretary and accompanied him around the entire time, he would have suspected that this Master Lu before him was a completely different person.

How long had it been since he last saw him act this way to a woman? He thought that his heart had died since that incident, but he was very pleased to see him so happy again.

After putting away the phone, Lu Chen returned to her usual cool and collected self. She realized that his secretary was staring at him in a daze and could not help but ask: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Zhi thought for a while, then said: "Master Lu has changed a lot in this period of time."

Lu Chen laughed, "A person can't live in the past forever." It took him a few years to figure it out.

"Miss Ying Yu knows that you are in London. Do you want to arrange a trip to see her?" Song Zhi said.

Lu Chen frowned, her voice was heavy, "Tell her, I am busy, and will not go. Next time, when I have time, I will visit her again."

Song Zhi nodded his head, "Alright, I will tell her that the inn has been arranged, we can go over now."

Mo Nuan slept at home for the whole morning. It wasn't until Uncle Zhong came to pick her up that she woke up, "Sorry, Uncle Zhong, I've made you wait for a long time."

Uncle Zhong was a security guard in the Old Master Lu before, and after the old man left, he also left. He was used to living the life of a soldier and could not stay idle, hence he ended up being the driver for the old man in the Lu Family.

"Young Mistress is too polite."

"Uncle Zhong, don't call me young mistress. I'm not used to it at all. You're an elder, so just call me Little Warm."

Uncle Zhong revealed a simple and honest smile, "Okay, Little Warm, then let's go now. Old Master knew that you were coming home this weekend, so he asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes. It should be time for dinner."

Mo Nuan initially thought that since Lu Chen wasn't here, she wouldn't be able to get used to it if he went to the courtyard alone. However, the people in the courtyard all treated her very well, giving her a kind of homecoming warmth. During the day, he would be playing chess with the old man and pruning flowers.

She remembered that she had read in the past that there was no love in one's life, only love, and that was what led to love.

He had always been indifferent to the phrase, but now he could understand the mood of the poet at the time.

When a person was preoccupied with something, everything about him would truly follow in the shadows.