After mistakenly flirting with a scumbag uncle, he was forced to have a flash marriage with a wealth

After Song Xiaoning left Hengya Group, she did not return to the Lu family. She turned on her mobile phone to look for rental information in Beicheng.

Although she accidentally got married to the driver of the Lu family, she did not dare to live in the Lu family. If she accidentally bumped into the real owner, it would be unclear at that time, so it was better to avoid it.

Her mother became a vegetative state due to an accident many years ago. She is now lying in a private hospital in the Imperial City and needs a lot of expenses every month.

Song Xiaoning could barely afford it by painting murals for others. If she saved some money, she might still have some money left.

So she never spends money randomly and uses every penny wisely.

She just paid her medical bills this month and doesn't have much money left. She needs to choose her rental house carefully.

After looking at the rental information for a long time, Song Xiaoning selected an apartment that was a little far from the city center but had public transportation for easy travel.

After seeing the house and the surrounding environment, she was satisfied and paid one deposit and three deposits to rent the house.

Only then did Song Xiaoning remember to contact Lu Junqian.

But she suddenly realized that she didn't have Lu Junqian's phone number. She and Lu Junqian were just strangers with legal certificates. They were so plastic that they didn't even have a phone number.

Moreover, her luggage was still at Lu's house, so it seemed that she could only go back to get it first.

Lu's villa.

Lu Xue looked at Song Xiaoning with a smile, and said with an ambiguous smile: "Xiaoning, are you going to live with me... the man I found for you? That's really great!"

Thinking that her brother's thousand-year-old iron tree was about to bloom, the scene was really exciting, and Lu Xue smiled from ear to ear.

She was as energetic as if she had been given a shot of chicken blood. She wished she could get up close and personal with Song Xiaoning and Lu Junqian every day!

Seeing Lu Xue's bright eyes, Song Xiaoning felt that she was too excited.

Now she had some doubts that Lu Xue had deliberately made the marriage certificate fake.

"No, it's not convenient for me to live here."

"What's the inconvenience? My home is your home!" Lu Xue said quickly.

"It's inconvenient for me to live in the Lu family, so let's forget it." Song Xiaoning firmly refused.

Lu Xue felt that if Song Xiaoning and her brother lived together, their relationship might develop faster, so she would no longer stop them.

She pushed the suitcase over and said, "Okay, you can move out. I've written down the address. I'll visit you another day. Now! I've packed your suitcase for you. Come on. Take it away."

After leaving the Lu family, Song Xiaoning thought of Lu Junqian.

Although they were a half-way couple, she didn't live in the Lu family, so she had to tell him at least.

When she left just now, she asked Lu Xue for his contact number. She took out her mobile phone and dialed Lu Junqian's number.

After the call was connected, a mechanical voice sounded: "The number you dialed is currently on a call, please call again later..."

Song Xiaoning frowned slightly and hung up the phone.

Since Lu Junqian is still busy, she should move there first.

After moving everything into the apartment, Song Xiaoning dialed Lu Junqian's number again. Unexpectedly, the same prompt came back.

It's been two hours and you're still on the phone?

Lu Junqian didn't look like he could talk on the phone with anyone.

Forget it, she didn't have to have too much contact with a strange man. Anyway, she just needed him to go to the engagement party with her.

Song Xiaoning quickly forgot about Lu Junqian.

The apartment she rented was on a high ground, and there were several flights of stairs to climb. Taxis couldn't drive up there, so she had to get off the car at the intersection and drag her suitcase up.

Song Xiaoning picked up her suitcase and struggled up the stairs, only to find that her suitcase seemed to be much heavier. She was already out of breath after just a few steps, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Not far away at the traffic light, Lu Junqian's Rolls-Royce happened to pass by.

Fang Yao reminded: "Mr. Lu, this is Miss Song."