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

After Wen Xi left the hotel, she went to the hospital to make up for the medical expenses owed.

Then he returned to the low hut behind Mu's house.

That was Wen Xi's home, all the sunshine was blocked by the luxurious and magnificent Mu's villa in front of the hut, and it was cold all year round.

Her father, Wen Congrong, was the driver of Mr. Mu, and her mother, Jiang Wanyan, was the servant of the Mu family.

After her father Wen Congrong passed away, she and her mother moved into this dilapidated hut.

"Wen Xi!" When passing by the villa, Butler Zhang yelled aggressively, "Where did you go so early in the morning? Hurry up and choose vegetables!"

In the Mu family, Wen Xi is a lowly maid who can be ordered by anyone.

Wen Xi responded and walked towards the kitchen.

Butler Zhang looked at her fair face and couldn't help frowning, "Why aren't you wearing a mask? Are you trying to annoy Miss?"

Because Wen Xi and Mu Shuyu look too similar, Mu Shuyu made a rule that as long as Wen Xi shows up at Mu's house, she must wear a mask, otherwise, if she dares to show her face, she will be slapped!

She quickly took out the mask from her pocket and put it on, half of her palm-sized face was covered, leaving only a pair of bright and big eyes.

The housekeeper gave her a hard look, and watched her work obediently before getting up and leaving.

At this moment, outside Mu's house, a high-end car stopped.

The man in the smoky gray haute couture suit got out of the car, the expensive brooch on his chest gleamed in the sun, he was tall and straight, with a handsome and charming face.

As soon as the housekeeper came out of the kitchen, he saw the man sharply, and greeted him excitedly, "Mr. Lu, why are you here?"

The visitor was none other than Lu Qinghan, the fourth youngest son of the Lu family with a net worth of hundreds of billions, from the most famous and richest family in Beicheng.

Steward Zhang respectfully welcomed Lu Qinghan into the door as he spoke, and directed to the servant: "Hurry up and invite Mr. and Miss, and order the kitchen to serve tea!"

Mu's living room.

Lu Qinghan was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed naturally, and the emperor's posture made the people in the living room feel a lot of pressure.

Wen Xi took the tea and walked over with her head bowed, and gently placed the tea tray on the coffee table.

Raising her eyes inadvertently, she saw Lu Qinghan's face, and she froze for a moment.

It's him!

The scene of the man kissing her last night suddenly rushed into her mind like sea water, and she could even clearly feel the astringent pain on her body.

A man's deep and hoarse voice seemed to sound next to his ears, "I will be responsible for you!"

Wen Xi panicked and shook her hands.

Some of the tea in her hand spilled out, and she subconsciously blocked it with her hand, her palm hurt, but a few drops still splashed on the man's trousers.

The man's pupils narrowed coldly.

Looking at the little maid who was a bit sloppy, she lowered her head, wearing a thick mask, white shirt and jeans, and a thin figure.

Even though she was just a maid, it made him inexplicably familiar.

"Wen Xi, what's the matter with you!" Steward Zhang scolded with a cold face, and quickly apologized to Lu Qinghan, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, the new servant is ignorant, and I will discipline him well later on."

The fiery gaze fell on Wen Xi's body, and she only felt that the places on her neck and collarbone, which had been bitten by men, suddenly became very hot.

She lowered her head, and her slender shoulders trembled a little, even ignoring the pain from the splash of hot water on her palm.

Lu Qinghan said nothing, but glanced at Wen Xi lightly.

Steward Zhang is good at observing words and expressions, and immediately said: "Wen Xi, don't hurry up, thank you Mr. Lu for not fussing with you!"

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Lu!" Wen Xi whispered.

She lowered her head, quickly took the tissue on the coffee table, bent down and wiped the water stains on the man's trousers.

After cleaning up, Wen Xi let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly hugged the tea tray to leave.

Following her movements, a familiar fragrance of cherry blossoms came, which was exactly the same as that on "Mu Shuyu" that night.

Lu Qinghan narrowed her eyes, "Stop!"