Chapter 95: Abused

It's a lie to say that he didn't fall, but it's true that he didn't want him to knock him down.

Shen Qing turned away and refused to look at him. His eyes were slightly irritated and disgusting, and he did not hide them at all, so that Lu Jingxing could see them all. dislike? Mr. Lu has a frivolous eyebrow. He has a temper.

He is not married to a wife. He is clearly married to an aunt. She cannot be messed with or touched. From time to time, I will come to dislike you. "Okay," Mr. Lu, a tall and powerful figure, squatted on the ground and patiently coaxed Mrs. Lu who was provoked.

But Mrs. Lu just doesn't want to lose face. "Are you really annoyed?" Lu Jingxing pressed his warm face against hers, but she ignored her. His tone was light and a little serious.

  Fine! If you are hot-tempered, silent and outside, I can't do anything to you. Simply, he stopped coaxing her, got up and sat on the sofa on one side, flipping through the newspaper casually, as if you were determined to fight to the end, and the fire of depression in Shen Qing's heart burned wantonly. Then she lightly curled her lips, too, how could she feel tenderness for this man who had been popular since childhood and grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth? She was afraid that since she was little, she had been supported by others, and if she occasionally lowered her body and said a few kind words, she should be happy.

Seeing him sitting next to her with a serious face, she was no longer annoyed. She sat there without saying a word, waiting to board the plane.

When Lu Jingxing stood up and walked towards the boarding gate, she limped behind him, walking extremely slowly, and her knees ached in pain. "Ma'am, are you okay?" The flight attendant saw her walking slowly and limping forward and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

"It's okay, thank you," she said politely and distantly.

Is Lu Jingxing angry? He was angry, angry that Shen Qingai was trying to be strong and went against him in everything. Tears of pain almost came out, but he just wouldn't say anything.

Although he was striding forward now, he always kept a distance of three to five steps. If something happened to her, he could quickly walk over and protect her in his arms, and his ears were listening to the actions behind him.

When the stewardess asked, if she said something was wrong, he would definitely turn around, but...no.

You like to show off your strength, right? Bear with it! Xu Han was behind him, wanting to help but not daring to step forward, for fear that he would accidentally step on a landmine and be blown to pieces. Although Mr. Lu's steps were cold, it was clear that he was doing it deliberately. His wife was strong and endured the pain. He limped without asking for help. The closer he got to the plane, the colder his breath became.

Subconsciously, he stopped and planned to stay away. In an instant, Shen Qing, who was about to move forward slowly, suddenly fell into a warm embrace. Mr. Lu couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to pick her up. His movements were coherent and done in one breath. Shen Qing wanted to scream, but he stopped her coldly. , with a gloomy face and an unhappy look. Lu Jingxing thought that he couldn't be on the same level as Shen Qing. After all, he was five years younger than him. Children did things without considering other people's feelings. They should be tolerant and accommodating. Why should he be on the same level as her? It would make her happy if he was angry at himself. Before marriage, Mr. Lu mostly enlightened others. After marriage, Mr. Lu enlightened himself, admonishing himself over and over again in his heart: Don't be as knowledgeable as a child, don't be as knowledgeable as Mrs. Lu, otherwise you will be angry to death sooner or later. He carried her all the way into the first class cabin and placed her on the seat, looking down at her with a gloomy expression. Seeing this, Shen Qing glared back angrily without showing any signs of weakness. When she saw Lu Jingxing opening his lips to speak, she opened her mouth to cut him off.

"Obviously you were too absorbed in answering the phone and dragged me away, which is why I fell. It was me who hurt, who fell, and who was abused." She accused, her tone was cold, but her eyes were glaring. point. When Mr. Lu heard this, he smiled instead of getting angry. He felt that his wife had become more capable. In the past, she didn't even bother to say anything to him. Now she just poured it out in long paragraphs. Although the words were accusatory, his mood Also excellent.

It's her who hurts and she's the one who's thrown. Can you admit it? What does it mean to be abused? When did he abuse her? Are you going to slap some random hats on you?

"It's my fault, I apologize," Mr. Lu said in a sensible manner, apologizing solemnly and seriously, but... we need to talk about the random labeling.

"But...when did I abuse you?" He seemed confused, squatting down to look at her level, looking at her, waiting for her to answer her questions. "You...," Mrs. Lu was angry. Her face was unpredictable and particularly beautiful.

Seeing her secretive eyes, Mr. Lu understood.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, then gave a muffled smile, stretched out his hands to hug her into his arms, and whispered to her in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "Silly girl, that's called love."

How can a couple's relationship be called abuse?

No, no, no, it was too late for him to love her, how could he abuse her? This girl doesn't understand amorous feelings.

Seeing that she was about to speak, Mr. Lu lowered his head and pecked her thin lips, stopping the words she was about to blurt out in time, and then whispered, "Silly girl, just tell me what you want to say in private, so I can only listen to it. There is no need to make it known to everyone." ?" "Obey, let me see where you fell," he said, reaching out and pushing up her beige wide-leg suit pants to expose her knees. When she saw the bruises on them, her face was so cold that she almost dripped water.

Shen Qing's skin color was like that of Yan Geyao, with the white color unique to Jiangnan women. Bruises were common after bumps and bumps. She was used to it, but Lu Jingxing obviously didn't expect that he would end up like this after a fall.

He stretched out his hand, his slender fingertips had the roughness unique to soldiers, and touched hers, which felt slightly itchy, and then said softly, "It hurts."

"I'll go back and rub it for you. I'll be patient for now." Fake compassion.