Chapter 263

Zhou Yun dropped her eyes, and several ladies in the wechat group sneered.

"Mrs. Lu, is this your ex daughter-in-law? It was so embarrassing that Lu Yan was still with her

"It's said that men are obsessed with bad women." "Mrs. Lu, didn't you let your daughter-in-law induce labor? But I saw your ex daughter-in-law holding a little boy today. Were you afraid that you didn't allow induced labor? Tut Tut, that's the stain of your Lu family's whole life. Isn't it that you left black material to poke Lu's backbone? "

Zhou Yun's chest swelled with anger and her face turned red. She pursed her lips tightly, moved her fingers and typed a line: "that child is not Lu Yan's, nor that child of that year!"

After she sent it, she regretted it, but she couldn't withdraw it. Many people have seen it.

She was even more angry.

The servant felt that she was about to take the medicine to keep her blood pressure from rising

Zhou Yun took a deep breath and could not suppress the anger.

On the open day of kindergarten, Xiaoxing is very happy all day. Her eyes are bent like crescent moon, and the whole person is full of joy. She is delicate. After wearing her hair for a long time, she feels that her scalp has been pulled a little painful. She asks Lu Yan to take off the hair ring for her.

Lu Yan droops her eyes. Her well-defined fingers help little Xing Xing untie her hair band. She combs her hair and arranges her hair tail with her hands carefully and gently.

Small star originally let Lu Yan hand in hand, walked a few steps, and holding the thigh, said she was tired, want to hug.

Recently, Yu Yu didn't care much about Xiaoxing, but suddenly found that Xiaoxing seemed to be spoiled. In the past, Xiaoxing didn't let people hold her so often.

Lu Yan glanced at the expression and guessed her general idea. He said faintly, "little star is very good. She knows who to be coquettish with. She was absent from the role of father for a long time before. Now it's OK to compensate her."

To see the little star. Little star's eyes are wet and round. They are beautiful deer eyes, slightly drooping, innocent and naive. She used to think that her father was dispensable to little star, and maybe it was really dispensable before, but now that she has a father, she naturally wants to enjoy the right to act coquetry to her father.

Yuyu calms down. Lu Yan looks down at her, and her emotions become more and more intense. Gradually, she becomes more and more emotional. He seems to be affectionate and affectionate. He also keeps silent for a long time, saying: "Yanyan, I want to make it up to you."

He didn't let the metaphor escape. He held out his hand and gently lifted the metaphor's cheek. Until he saw his awe inspiring outline in her amber eyes, he continued: "Yan Yan, let me compensate you again this time, OK?"

The simile looked at him with mist in his eyes.

Light is bright, the shadow of people is like ink, splashed on the floor, gradually, overlapping into a, "Yan Yan, I am different from Song qingran."

He didn't say anything more.

Lu Chengguo and Zhou Yun have always wanted to see Lu Yan and his two children. They also think that after returning home, they haven't hosted a welcome banquet for Lu Yan. In addition, the Lu family has been quiet for a long time, and Zhou Yun hasn't participated in the social activities of the upper class for a long time after she was ill.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Yun held a banquet at an empty villa on the hillside of the Lu family.

The night before the banquet, she called Lu Yan to ask him to go to the villa first, saying that she and Lu Chengguo were both there.

Lu Yan twisted his brows and said in a light voice, "Yanyu and I will go tomorrow, but today will not pass." Before he finished his words, the phone was taken by Lu Chengguo. Lu Chengguo's voice was gentle, with helplessness and request: "ah Yan, your mother is in poor health now, so don't be stubborn with her about such a small matter, and come back first with a metaphor. We are old, and you young people don't have much time to accompany me

Lu Yan hung up the phone, his fingers slightly tight.

His slender fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Inexplicably, he felt a little tired. This kind of fatigue comes from his heart, which is heavier than the fatigue of work.

He turned.

Yuyu is accompanying Xiaoxing to do her homework. She droops her eyebrows and eyes. Her whole face is covered with a thin layer of fog under the light. You can almost see the delicate fluff on her face, which is beautiful and clean.

The teacher assigned a painting assignment to little star. Little star opened the watercolor pen, absent-minded and interested in everything. A little bit in the East and a little bit in the West. After a while, the whole finger was full of watercolor marks.

Yu Yu laughs and laughs angrily: "Lu Xing, when are you going to finish your homework?"

The little star blinked twice and said softly, "wait a minute." Her eyelashes are like a small fan. "Mom, don't be angry. I'll finish the painting in a moment. I'm still your favorite little star."

Saying: "my favorite is not you.""Who is that?"

The metaphor stops. She just said that sentence casually, but she didn't expect how to go on. If she said Lu Shumu, she would leave a shadow in the child's heart. If she said herself, she would feel embarrassed.

"It's me."

The man's low voice sounded behind the words. Lu Yan walked slowly with his hands in his pocket. He stood behind his mother and daughter, bent slightly and looked at the picture of the little star on the table. After drawing for most of the day, he only drew a tree.

Her hands were stained with more watercolors than she had painted.

When Lu Yan leaned over, the metaphor was on him. She smelled the wine. It was not strong, but it was not light. She pursed her lips and said, "Lu Yan, drink less wine in the future."

When Lu Yan heard this, his eyes moved to the body of words. His black eyes seemed to be stained with wine gas. With the intoxicating temperature, his eyes slowly fainted and began to smile, like the falling stars and the flickering lights in the wind.

As long as the words release a little warmth, they will be completely captured by him.

He raised the corner of his lip, and his eyes were shining: "Yan Yan, you care about me, don't you?" His voice is as mellow as red wine.

Metaphor pursed lips: "it's your freedom to think what you want."

Lu Yan didn't care about these oral words with Yanyu. Little star heard Lu Yan say "it's me..." Two words later, she immediately turns around and hugs Yu's neck firmly. She sees that Lu Yan's face is too close to Yu. She reaches out her hand and pushes Lu Yan gently.