t, Wen Man gently hugged her and whispered, "Bai Wei, get a divorce!"Bai Wei is only 24 years old, young and beautiful. Yao Zian doesn't deserve her to spend a lifetime on him. It's better for her to...Lu Qian: ...
A white sports car came to a stop.
Lu Qian held little Lu You in one hand and walked forward to open the car door.
Lu Qian nodded.
"Where is it!" Mingzhu rushed into the hall in a flurry.
At this time, little Lu softly and repeatedly said: "Brother kneel! Dad kneel!"
Mingzhu looked at Lu Qian with suspicion, "What's going on Why did you bring him back and have him kneel"
Lu Qian couldn't explain.
Míngzhū glanced at him, strode into the hall, and immediately saw her precious son kneeling.
Little Lu Shuo knelt, his pale skin glistening with sweat.
Looking pitiful.
Mingzhu walked over and squatted beside him, asking softly, "What's wrong"
Xiao Lu Shu felt a bit ashamed and was reluctant to say anything.
Lu Qian came in holding Little Lu You. He knew best, but he didn't want to say it in front of Mingzhu right now.
The old woman chimed in, "Two children playing! It's nothing serious!"
She was shrewd and perceptive, seeing through Xiao Lu's remorse.
She didn't want this loving couple to scold their son anymore, so she put on a stern face and said, "You both have already made him kneel down. You're not allowed to say anything to him anymore. He's already feeling very bad."
Indeed, Xiao Lu's eyes were moist.
Mingzhu guessed the general idea.
She looked at Lu Qian, Lu Qian smiled helplessly.
He thought Mingzhu would always protect her, after all, she disliked Xiaolu Xun and usually spoiled ShuoShuo.
To everyone's surprise, Mingzhu didn't scold Xiao Lu Shuo, but she also didn't make excuses for him.
She gently stroked her son's head.
"In a soft voice, "You think I'm wrong When you feel it's right, come eat. Okay" Shaoting just hung there like that.He didn't let her go, but he also didn't coax her. He wouldn't check in at the apartment every day like clockwork and report his "supplies."Wen Man didn't mind, but...
