Lu Shao is remarrying again

Chapter 404 The relationship between more than friends and less than lovers

After leaving Qiao Wan's place, Song Wei's mood seemed to be covered by a layer of dark clouds, and he couldn't be happy all over.

After returning home, Lu Chengchen asked Mama Wu to cook some hot soup for her. It was not just because of his mood, but since he received Qiao Wan, he felt her hands were cold, the coolness emanating from the inside out.

Wu Ma should go to the kitchen to do it later.

Lu Chengchen hugged Song Wei's shoulders and sat on the sofa, hugged her into his arms and tried to convey some warmth to her, "Is things not going well?"

Song Wei shook his head, "No."

Her voice was weak, and she was listless. Lu Chengchen frowned, as if affected by her emotions: "What's going on?"

He really didn't want to see her hurt like this, which made him feel depressed.

There was an urge to urge him to kill the culprit who made her like this.

Song Wei's head was full of Qiao Wan's sobs. She accused Shen Chuan of her crimes, as if she was begging Shen Chuan to be fair to her. At that time, she seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, no matter how she called her name Can't wake up.

"Lu Chengchen, tell me, how easy it is to destroy a person?" Song Wei couldn't help asking.

Lu Chengchen's eyes darkened, but he didn't comment, "I don't know."

"Just let her show her true feelings." Song Wei chuckled and looked up at Lu Chengchen.

Lu Chengchen just lowered his head and bumped into her smiling face unexpectedly, he was slightly stunned, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Where is the reasoning?"

"This is the principle of the Eight Classics." Song Wei was very firm in his thinking.

She got up, stopped looking at Lu Chengchen's expression, and rushed upstairs: "I'll wash up and go to sleep first."

She is a little tired today.

Lu Chengchen glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "Drink some hot soup later before going to bed."

Wu Ma also heard the movement, and hurried out of the kitchen: "Yes ma'am, the soup is already being made, and it will be ready soon."

Both of them were like this, and she couldn't shirk it, so she asked them to send the things upstairs later.

Anyway, she just wants to lie down in the quilt now.

……

The morning sun is pouring down on the earth, and the autumn is crisp, and the leaves on the street gradually turn from emerald green to withered yellow.

After bringing Qiao Wan's matter to the fore, Song Wei didn't care about these two people anymore, but because of this matter, she and Ye Haotian communicated several times in private.

The main reason is that she inquired about the other party's attitude from Ye Haotian, and Ye Haotian inquired about Qiao Wan's attitude from her.

Song Wei said Qiao Wan's attitude intact: "Qiao Wan has a good impression of him, and your friend's qualifications are good. Although you don't have much contact with him as a person, it seems to be okay."

Ye Haotian patted his thigh, "That's a good relationship, and my friend has a good impression of Qiao Wan."

Anyway, what they want is a son and a reasonable wife.

Song Wei couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lips, "This is probably the legendary life with a partner."

"Ham, let them go by themselves in the future, we don't care so much." Ye Haotian said, hugging her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Let's go sister, today I will take you for a stroll, where do you want to go?" ?”

Song Wei glanced at him with a little distaste, and suddenly smiled: "Go shopping?"

Ye Haotian patted his chest and responded quickly: "Okay, what to buy, I'll take care of it!"

"Once a word is said, it's hard to chase after a horse. If you don't buy it, you're a dog!" Song Wei immediately hooked his little finger.

Ye Haotian laughed: "Don't worry!"

Immediately, Song Wei got into Ye Haotian's car and happily headed towards the shopping mall.

Little did they know, there was a pair of eyes in the dark that could see all of this.

The camera poked out from the grass and captured all the pictures just now. The hands holding the camera are a pair of old hands covered with calluses. There is a little mud mixed in the cracked fingers, which looks dirty And ferocious.

He flipped through the photos in the camera.

Ye Haotian hugged Song Wei's.

Song Wei smiled brightly at Ye Haotian in his arms.

The little fingers of the two people hooked up.

The relationship between friends and more than lovers, and the most ordinary actions between them, are photographed by him with extreme intimacy and full of ambiguity.

(End of this chapter)