Mrs. Chen stood up and spoke truthfully, "Madam went straight back to the bedroom just now and had me prepare her own lunch. Sir, should I prepare yours as well?"
Lu Jingchen paused while unbuttoning his sleeve and caught the key point immediately, turning to Mrs. Chen to ask, "Madam told you to prepare lunch just for her?"
Mrs. Chen didn’t understand what Lu Jingchen meant, thinking that madam was probably not aware that the sir had also come back, so she replied honestly, "Yes, sir."
With a light parting of his lips, the man chuckled softly and said indifferently, "Prepare lunch for the both of us, and make some of her favorites."
Having said that, he directly headed to the second floor.
Song Qiao was not in the bedroom, and as soon as Lu Jingchen opened the door to the bedroom, she sensed it, standing at the bedroom door for only a few seconds before she moved her feet, turning around and walking toward the study not far away.
Inside the study room, Song Qiao was huddled on the double sofa closest to the balcony, holding a laptop and with two earbuds in her ears, bathed in direct sunlight, giving off an incredibly warm vibe. Thɪs chapter is updated by N()velFire.net
Listening to the sounds from the movie in her ears and watching the romantic scenes on screen, Song Qiao finally felt that her mood was much less sulky and much improved.
But just a few minutes in, a tall and straight figure stood right in front of her, followed by the man swiftly closing her laptop.
Song Qiao paused, then looked up with a hint of anger and glared at the man in front of her, removing the earbuds from her ears and said very dissatisfied, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?"
Damn, has this man been in a bad mood lately and thus wants her to be in a bad mood as well?
What does it have to do with him that she’s curled up in the study watching movies?
Seeing Song Qiao already looking quite frustrated, Lu Jingchen remained calm, took the laptop and earbuds off her knees, then bent down and swept her up in a princess carry without uttering a word, his lips slightly pursed.
Being suddenly picked up made Song Qiao almost scream out loud; her hands reflexively wrapped around the man’s neck, her eyes filled with an alarming panic. It took her a while to slap his shoulder forcefully and bite out her words, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? I really hate you to death."
These kind of sudden actions without any prior notice could indeed scare her to death; today, this man had frightened her twice.
Lu Jingchen gave her slightly angered little face a faint glance, his expression unchanged, and said calmly, "The wound on your hand needs dressing change. Get that done first, if you want to watch the movie, you can watch it later."
"Can’t we change the dressing here in the study? Where are you taking me?"
"Mm." The man gave a soft grunt and then the corners of his mouth curved slightly, looking at her with a smile as he said, "There’s no first aid kit in the study, but there is one in the bedroom. I’m too lazy to walk, it’s easier to just carry you back to the bedroom... Don’t move around, or if you accidentally fall off, don’t blame me."
Having said that, Lu Jingchen didn’t forget to pat her buttocks, his tone carrying a bit of warning as he spoke.
The struggles that Song Qiao was about to start immediately stopped, but she still glared at the man in front of her with dissatisfaction, as if looking very much annoyed with him.