Lu Jingchen paused and couldn’t quite keep up with Song Qiao’s train of thought. Holding back his laughter, he said directly, "If you really want to support that, it’s fine. But if your uncle finds out, he might just enshrine you first!"
Who would have thought that Song Qiao could be so adorable?
Song Qiao pursed her lips and fell silent, tightly clutching the strap of her handbag, feeling as if it was significantly heavier than usual.
It was purely a psychological effect.
After getting in the car, Song Qiao originally intended to sit in the backseat, but Lu Jingchen had her sit in the passenger seat instead. As the car entered the roadway, the man’s hands, with their distinct knuckles, held the steering wheel. He glanced sideways at the woman in the passenger seat and asked, "Do you want to go back to the office, or ho now?"
Song Qiao, sitting in the passenger seat, was so nervous that she didn’t know where to put her hands. Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, she promptly let out an "ah" before saying sowhat awkwardly, "I took the day off today, take ho, please!"
Lu Jingchen humd nonchalantly and then seed to recall sothing, suggesting, "In that case, how about you help pack my luggage, and then you can give a ride to the airport?"
Perhaps that was what he desired, for at this ti, Lu Jingchen actually hoped Song Qiao would visit his place, after all, Song Qiao was now his wife.
He couldn’t say he loved Song Qiao; they had just gotten married, after all. But to say they had just t? Perhaps Song Qiao had seen him just yesterday, but Lu Jingchen wasn’t soone she had only just t.
If he had to say when he knew her, it had actually been years ago that he had t Song Qiao. Back then, this girl had eyes for nothing else but that one person, and certainly didn’t notice anyone else, let alone him at his re twenty years of age.
Song Qiao originally wanted to refuse, but her mouth responded quicker than her brain, uttering a "hm" of agreent. By the ti she realized what she had done, she truly wanted to slap herself.
Twenty minutes later, the car drove into a famous villa area in An City. Song Qiao looked sideways at this place she had only seen in the news and had never visited before, and couldn’t help but sigh that rich people really lived it up; her dream had been to earn enough money one day to buy a villa here for her grandfather to live in.
The car stopped in front of a villa. Both of them got out of the vehicle, and as they entered the villa, Song Qiao couldn’t help but sigh again at what true luxury and enjoynt of life ant.
Because Lu Jingchen disliked other people ddling in his life, there were no servants in the villa, only a cleaner hired to clean the house every day.
"Go upstairs and help pack my luggage, I’m going to take a shower!" While walking and unbuttoning his tie and shirt, Lu Jingchen gave his orders to Song Qiao.
Song Qiao stood still, pointing to her own face she asked, "Am I supposed to pack your luggage?"
Packing wasn’t beyond her, but she had never packed for the opposite sex before, and she simply didn’t know what needed to be packed and what didn’t, especially since this person was Lu Jingchen?
What if she did a bad job or packed the wrong things?
Lu Jingchen stopped and looked at her, clearly perceiving her hesitation, and with a laugh said, "I’ve packed a bit already, just missing a few sets of clothes. You just need to pack a few sets into the suitcase." After a pause, he continued, "Song Qiao, you’re my wife now. These are things you will have to get used to!"
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