Song Chen's eyes were always on her until she hung up the phone.

Lin Lu glared at him fiercely, said nothing, and walked to the bus stop. After waiting for a few minutes, the bus came and she got on immediately.

There were so many people on the bus that there were no empty seats, not even enough standing room.

Lin Lu could only stand by holding the ring on the handlebar, but because he was not very tall, it was a bit difficult for him to pull.

The driver braked suddenly and was about to fall forward uncontrollably, but fortunately he was pulled by a strong hand from behind, thus avoiding close contact with the Thousand-Faced Man.

Lin Lu didn't need to look back to know who was holding her. He had sprayed perfume in the morning, and her scent could be smelled from a meter away.

There was also a small mole on the index finger of the hand holding his, and Song Chen also had one.

There is no doubt about it.

Lin Lu didn't look back or say thank you, just let the hand hold her.

When the next sudden brake came, the hands that were holding her arms changed to hugging her waist.

Anyway, the bus is so crowded now that no one pays attention.

Song Chen whispered in her ear: "Wife, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time."

Lin Lu snorted and ignored him, but the lines on his chin were not as tense as before, and his attitude seemed to soften a little.

After getting off the bus at the stop, Song Chen immediately expressed his loyalty: "Lulu, whatever you ask later, I will tell you everything. I will also tell you how many times I have thought about you in the past."

!!!

Lin Lu felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

But she couldn't let him know that she had forgiven him so easily, so Lin Lu didn't respond.