Hidden ex-wife is super difficult to coax

Sheng Rou felt that he was just pretending to wait for her here on purpose.

Just about to push him away, he heard him say in a hoarse voice, "I thought you weren't coming, I was so scared."

Scared?

Sheng Rou was stunned.

She has seen Lu Yichen pretending to be drunk before, either flirting with his mouth or taking advantage of the opportunity, he will not be wronged and resentful like this.

She didn't move, and he didn't go any further, he just put his head on her neck and rubbed her intimately.

"Drunk?" she asked.

The man's voice was a little muffled, hoarse in his throat, "I'm not drunk."

A term used by drunk people.

It seems that this time, he is really drunk, not pretending to be drunk.

Thinking of Grandpa Lu's evaluation of his drinking capacity, how much should he drink to drink himself like this.

She glanced at the wine bottles around her and frowned, pushed him away and stood up, and he immediately grabbed her hand vigilantly, "Where are you going?"

"I'll make honey water for you."

"Oh, I'll go too." He staggered to his feet.

Sheng Rou was annoyed, "You can still walk like this? Stay well."

Lu Yichen was very persistent, "I will go wherever you go."

As he said that, as if he wanted to prove it, he took her hand and walked forward, "I walked very steadily, if you don't believe me, you can see."

"..."

Sheng Rou was led into the kitchen by a drunk, she looked around, "Where is the honey?"

The supplies at home are usually taken care of by servants on a regular basis, and he may not find honey when he is sober, let alone drunk.

He scratched his hair irritably, "I don't know."

Sheng Rou secretly sighed, she shouldn't have asked, how could the young master know where the honey was.

She bent down and looked through the cabinet below, but she couldn't find it, so she went to the cabinet above.

The top cabinet was a bit high, and she couldn't reach it with her hand, but a hand suddenly stretched out from behind.

The bones and fingers are distinct, and because of the raised movement, the blue knit sleeves between the wrists fall down, revealing the cold white and strong arms.

He moved up against Shengrou's arm, and his fingertips seemed to have no touch, a little provocative but not provocative.

Sheng Rou's fingers froze for a second, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"At this."

Honey was indeed in the top cabinet.

Shengrou's earlobe was slightly warm, took the honey, and muttered, "Are you afraid that others will use the honey?"

Lu Yichen stood behind her, silently, staring at her crimson earlobes and lips.

Sheng Rou turned her head to look at him, "Why are you standing so close?"

Say he's drunk, he knows how to get to the kitchen, and he can find out where the honey is.

Say he's not drunk, he looks downcast, not pretending.

The portrait of Lu Yichen only realized the distance problem, and moved back a small step.

Sheng Rou lowered her head, poured warm water into the cup, and then scooped two spoonfuls of honey into it.

There was a sudden weight on her shoulders, and the stiff hair hit her tender skin, making it prickly and itchy.

The man lowered his head and rubbed against her neck, his voice was hoarse after soaking in alcohol, "I'm dizzy, lean on me for a while."

He took a small step back, then took a big step closer, his hard chest pressed against her back.

But he didn't take the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist like before, he just leaned against her obediently, with his face lightly.

This reminded Sheng Rou of a puppy her grandmother had raised when she was a child. It was soft and docile, and would rub against her feet every time she came home from school.

Without pushing him away for a while, in this posture, she soaked the honey water, patted his head, "Drink it."

"Oh."

He raised his head, his eyes were dull, he didn't take the cup, but bowed his head to drink as Shengrou raised his cup.

"..."

Holding up the glass, Sheng Rou suddenly felt like she was on a thief ship and couldn't get off.

After drinking, she turned around to wash the cup, noticing that he hadn't left yet, and said, "Go take a shower, it stinks to death."

Lu Yichen raised his hand and smelled it, and immediately felt a little disgusted with himself, turned around and walked out, and suddenly thought of something, turned his head nervously, "Honey, you won't leave while I'm taking a shower, will you?"

Sheng Rou was already immune to him being called "wife". She lowered her head to pour her glass without raising her head, "I won't leave if you don't mess around."

Hearing this, Young Master Lu felt relieved and went to the bathroom.

Sheng Rou came out of the kitchen, opened the curtains, and bright light poured in immediately.

She threw all the wine bottles on the table and on the ground into the trash can, and then cleaned them up briefly.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Yichen came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, the belt was loosely tied around his waist, and under the deep v-neckline, drops of water hung on his smooth chest muscles, which caught the eye.

Sheng Rou looked away for a second, "Why don't you wear clothes when you come out?"

Lu Yichen looked down at the bathrobe, and asked in doubt, "Didn't you wear it?"

"..."

Obviously, men and women have different standards when it comes to dressing.

Sheng Rou didn't say much, and put the documents on the tea table that had just been cleaned up, "Sign them all."

"Oh."

After being drunk, Lu Yichen is a bit obedient.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, because of his posture, the middle of the bathrobe was opened, revealing his two slender legs, barely covering his important parts.

Sheng Rou licked her lips and didn't look at him.

After 2 minutes, she turned her head, "After signing these documents, go to change clothes. I don't like people wearing bathrobes dangling in front of my eyes."

"Oh."

He obediently obeyed her, looked up after reading a few pages of materials, and said in a discussing tone, "Honey, can you get me something to eat? I'm hungry."

Sheng Rou thought of the two bags of wine bottles she threw away, and wondered why she didn't drink you to death.

Stand up and say, "Hurry up and change after signing... I'll cook noodles for you."

Looking at the slender figure walking towards the kitchen, Lu Yichen curled his lips in disdain.

After processing the work documents and eating the noodles, Young Master Lu leaned lazily on the sofa, staring at Sheng Rou with his black eyes, feeling that life is nothing more than satisfying.

Sheng Rou looked at him, "Since it's all done, get up and follow me."

"Where?"

"Uncle Shen, I made a new appointment."

Hearing this, Lu Yichen's face suddenly sank, "I won't go."

"I have to go." Sheng Rou said angrily, "If you don't hurry up for treatment, do you want to get sick and become a lunatic in the future?"

Lu Yichen turned a deaf ear to her, and asked her, "What did Shen Zhiyue use this time to make Shen Zhiyue ignore it?"

"You don't care about these."

What she said was "don't worry about it", not "Shen Zhiyue doesn't care about it", it means that she still negotiated the terms.

There was a big stone on Lu Yichen's chest, which made him breathless, so he moved to Sheng Rou's side.

"No matter what you promised Shen Zhiyue, call now and regret it. My illness doesn't require you to negotiate terms."

Sheng Rou frowned, "Lu Yichen, you're not a child anymore, can you think about the consequences before doing anything? The chance of treatment you got after so much hard work, you can hit it as soon as you want, and you will miss the chance."

"Now he is willing to give you another chance. You are still playing childish. Is it over?"

Lu Yichen ignored her questioning, staring straight at her with a pair of black eyes, "I just want to know what you promised Shen Zhiyue?"

"..."

"Say."