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

The old man was shocked.

When Lu Qinghan's grandma was mentioned, old man Lu suddenly fell silent.

After several minutes, he sighed, "Go out, I'm tired."

Lu Qinghan walked out of the study.

Inside the study.

Mr. Lu sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and recalled his past.

His grandson is most like himself.

Like where, except for commercial means.

And love.

Even if Mr. Lu marries another later, he still can't forget the first woman.

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Lu Qinghan walked downstairs.

As soon as he came to the second floor, he saw his mother and Mu Shuyu sitting in the living room downstairs.

Mu Shuyu raised her head and saw him too, with a smile on Mu Shuyu's face, "Qing Han."

Qin Jiulan was chatting with Mu Shuyu, and raised her head, "Qing Han, come down quickly."

Lu Qinghan walked into the living room, and Mrs. An immediately brought over tea, "Master, Maojian after the rain, this year's new product, Miss Mu brought it, you have a taste."

Mu Shuyu's face was painted with exquisite makeup today, that kind of pseudo-plain makeup, simple and fresh, different from the heavy makeup and bright style before, Lu Qinghan looked at this face, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

This face looks too much like Wen Xi.

"Qing Han, I prepared osmanthus cake at noon today, try it." Mu Shuyu picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, stood up and handed it over. Her leg had actually recovered, but in front of Lu Qinghan, she Still pretending to be vulnerable and injured, walking with a limp.

Lu Qinghan took it and told her to sit down.

Mu Shuyu said, "I know you don't like too sweet things, so I didn't add a lot of sugar. Do you like it? If you like it, I'll deliver it to your company tomorrow."

Her voice was gentle. Lu Qinghan looked at this face and took a bite involuntarily. To be honest, the taste was average, just like ordinary osmanthus cake. He was completely awake from the trance of the woman in front of him.

He had eaten osmanthus cake made by Wen Xi.

It's not that he doesn't like to eat too sweet things, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth at the moment has no taste.

The cakes made by Wen Xi are sweet but not greasy, and soft in the mouth.

What Mu Shuyu did was far from what Wen Xi did.

But looking at Mu Shuyu's expectant face, he said, "Fortunately, don't be too tired, rest more."

"As long as you like it, what does it matter if I work hard?"

Lu Qinghan looked at Mu Shuyu's gentle look, but he didn't feel anything in his heart. He didn't sit down, but said to his mother, "Mom, I still have something to do at the company, so I'll leave first. You and Shu Yu have a good chat." .”

Seeing that Lu Qinghan was about to leave, Mu Shuyu seemed a little disappointed.

Qin Jiulan persuaded, "You just came back for a few minutes, and you are leaving. Are things in the company so important? You haven't come back to talk to me for a long time. Even if you don't accompany me, you should Please accompany Shu Yu, Shu Yu came here to bring me pastries before his legs recovered, no matter how busy your company is, you can't ignore Shu Yu."

Mu Shuyu's eyes turned red immediately, pretending to be gentle and considerate, "Auntie, you don't need to accompany me, Qing Han's work is important, I'm just idle and bored at home to make pastries, Aunt Lan, let Qing Han go to work first " She looked at Lu Qinghan, her eyes were moist and her eye circles were red, "Qinghan, you go to work, I'll chat with Aunt Lan here for a while."