My actress wife Su Youtian

Chapter 370 Disease 4
"It's not like walking."

Lying on the sofa, Lu Zhenting carefully looked at Yang Xiaocheng who was walking down the stairs.

It has to be said that under his training, the Yang Xiaocheng and Qin Sang in front of him became more and more alike.

It's just that it's still a little bit worse.

Compared to Yang Xiaocheng, Lin Sang is obviously more like Qin Sang.

Yang Xiaocheng was too deliberate, but Lin Sang was more natural.

"Alright Mr. Lu, I'll change it next time."

After approaching, Yang Xiaocheng sat down meekly beside the man.

Grabbing the woman's hair with his hands, he roughly pulled her into his arms.

Lu Zhenting frowned, and said displeasedly: "How many times have I said it, she won't speak so humblely!"

The hair was so painful being pulled by the man, Yang Xiaocheng felt that his scalp was going to be pulled off by him.

It hurts.

Terrified that the voice he spoke didn't sound like it, and Lu Zhenting was about to lose his temper again. Yang Xiaocheng resisted it and insisted on not saying a word.

In fact, she is her, and no matter how much she learns, she will never be exactly the same as Qin Sang.

Lu Zhenting was clearly torturing her.

Can there be any way.

Who made him Lu Zhenting.

Who told Qin Sang to be killed by her!
Who made her offend Lu Zhenting!
If you want to survive, you can only endure it.

"It's stubborn, but it's a bit similar."

Seemingly satisfied with Yang Xiaocheng's performance, Lu Zhenting curled his lips into a smile, but the smile was sinister and terrifying, not reaching his eyes.

"have you eaten?"

His eyes fell on Yang Xiaocheng's face that was exactly the same as Qin Sang's, and Lu Zhenting's voice couldn't help but soften a little.

It seemed that the one sitting next to him was really Qin Sang.

But only Yang Xiaocheng knew that she was not Qin Sang.

Don't look at Lu Zhenting being so gentle to her now.

If she behaves not to his liking, to be precise, she is not like Qin Sang, he is afraid that she will hit someone again.

Lu Zhenting's personality was already distorted.

After Qin Sang's death, he was even more moody.

Often smiling at you one moment, wanting your life the next moment.

At first, Yang Xiaocheng was afraid of Lu Zhenting like this.

But now that they have been together for a long time, Yang Xiaocheng has gradually figured out his temper and knows how to deal with him.

No matter how angry or happy he is, she must not forget that she is Qin Sang now.

How Qin Sang reacts, and how she reacts, must be right.

"not yet."

Obviously very afraid of Lu Zhenting, but in order to fit Qin Sang's personality, Yang Xiaocheng forced himself to be calm.

"Shall I make you something?"

Caressing the fine strands of hair on the girl's forehead, Lu Zhenting smiled fondly.

"Okay." Yang Xiaocheng smiled sweetly at him.

The face of the girl in front of him overlapped with that of Qin Sang, and the smile in Lu Zhenting's eyes grew stronger, "What do you want to eat?"

Imitating Qin Sang's voice, Yang Xiaocheng put her arms around the man's neck and said coquettishly, "I love everything you make."

"Dessert?"

"But you will gain weight."

"It's okay, no matter how fat I am, I like it."

"Hey, wait a minute, I'll make it for you."

Seemingly mistaking Yang Xiaocheng for Qin Sang, Lu Zhenting got up and went to the kitchen.

Lu Zhenting's cooking skills are good.

After a while, a bowl of sweet syrup was brought out.

In fact, Yang Xiaocheng is allergic to saccharin and hates drinking sugar water.

She deliberately imitated what Qin Sang said just to cooperate with Lu Zhenting.

"Why, don't you like it?"

The sugar water was brought out, but Yang Xiaocheng didn't drink it for a long time.

Lu Zhenting seemed unhappy, his brows were slightly furrowed.

"How come, I like drinking sugar water, especially when you make it."

Enduring the discomfort, Yang Xiaocheng drank the whole bowl of sugar water in one go.

It's just that she is allergic to saccharin.

After drinking a bowl of sugar water, Yang Xiaocheng's stomach was burning with pain.

"Yuck~"

Unable to take it any longer, Yang Xiaocheng covered her mouth and ran to the toilet.

Then, Lu Zhenting's angry voice came from the toilet, and Yang Xiaocheng's voice begged for mercy.

(End of this chapter)