Chapter 159

Lu Yan twisted his eyebrows and looked coldly at the sparse wood.

Lu Shumu also looked back at him, and his lip moved slightly. He called affectionately and silently: "Mom."

He was satisfied to see that Lu Yan's eyes were more and more fierce.

When jiaran was too close to him, she heard it immediately. She was smiling at the end of her eyes and said to Lu Shumu, "good boy."

On the second floor, Shi jiaran opens the door, and Lu Shumu goes back to his bedroom. He wants to come down by himself. Without speaking, he directly extracts an ancient poetry anthology from the cupboard.

When jiaran knew him very well, she laughed: "do you want to see the source of your name?" She then said, "your name, ah, was taken by your father. Grandfather Cheng only gave you an English name in the first place. When you came back to your father, you got a Chinese name. Your name is Shumu -- meteor through Shumu, moon retrograde cloud."

Lu Shumu has turned to the ancient poem on that page. His eyelashes are down and his eyes are still.

Little finger crossed over from the ancient poem.

She pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he closed the book, raised his eyes and said seriously, "Dad said, you are not my mother."

Shi jiaran's eyes flashed. She responded quickly and bent her lips: "but I'm your mother, Shumu, because my father doesn't want to be with me again, so he said so."

Shijiaran bent her lips and touched Xialu Shumu's head: "Shumu, you just said that. I'm really sad. You've only come back to your father for more than half a year. You don't want to recognize my mother?"

Lu Shumu blinked No

"That's good." Shijiaran also learned from him and blinked, "I'll tell you secretly that I'm chasing my father. I'll soon be able to catch my father back. By then, xiaoshumu will have his parents."

Lu Shumu's black eyes flashed something. He looked at Shi jiaran: "you Will you take me shopping with you? "

"Yes."

"Would you buy lollipops, too?"

Shijia was stunned, and then "Puff..." A smile: "Shumu, do you want to eat lollipops now? The teeth will break

Lu Shumu seemed to be a little embarrassed and pursed his lips.

In front of his eyes came the woman he saw today and the little girl she was holding.

Lu Shumu is no longer entangled with Shi jiaran. He moves out of Lego, sits quietly and starts to build his own world.

Shi jiaran stood up and looked down at him.

My heart aches in my eyes.

Downstairs, housekeeper Cheng sat opposite Lu Yan with a smile. He was much older, and his face was much more friendly. He poured himself a cup of tea. His fingers trembled for some reason. He soon controlled his hand and drank tea slowly.

"Master Yan."

Lu Yan's eyebrows were covered with a sharp color, and his tone was indifferent: "housekeeper Cheng, you'd better call my master."

Housekeeper Cheng doesn't mind: "master, I know you still mind the means I used to get you back to Cheng's home. I know I was wrong, but I don't regret it, because I did my duty."

Lu Yan didn't look at him, his face was pale.

"It turns out that you are the best choice when you go back to Cheng's home. The Cheng family can give full play to your ability, and only you can take over the Cheng family. "

Lu Yan was a little impatient. He looked at the time: "if housekeeper Cheng just wants to say these words..."

Housekeeper Cheng: "the main family has returned to Lu's home?"

"Yes."

Housekeeper Cheng didn't ask the Cheng family what to do, but suggested faintly: "the lady of the time family has been with you for nearly three years, and she is the mother of young master Shumu. You should give her an account."

Lu Yan's eyes sank, his face was fierce, and his forest was a little terrifying.

"Steward Cheng, have I warned you that if you take care of my private affairs again, I will make you regret it." Housekeeper Cheng's chest rose and fell lightly: "but it's not a private matter. It's a matter of the Cheng family and the Shijia family, a matter of the two groups." He said painstakingly, "the family owner should know that a child needs a father and a mother to grow up, but it's pitiful to lack either one.

you stubbornly tell master Shumu every day that miss jiaran is not his mother. Have you ever thought about how hurt he is?"

This sentence pierced Lu Yan's heart like a thorn.

To be exact, he only grew up with his mother. Most of his biological father had never been in charge of him since he was a child. He didn't seem to mind, but he would mind more or less. Although he is relieved now, it doesn't mean that Lu Shumu doesn't want to have both parents.

Housekeeper Cheng: "young master Shumu was born in poor health and can be seen by people with clear eyes. He is quieter and more autistic than ordinary children. The doctor said that he needs the warmth of his family."

Lu Yan's thin lips outlined a shallow arc, some sarcastic, fingers clenched a bit, sneered, showing a grumpy: "steward Cheng should not need me to remind you, he is now like this, and you hide him."Housekeeper Cheng is kind-hearted: "but don't forget the owner. Who did not want him and abandoned him by all means? How sad it would be if master Shumu knew."

Lu Yan's suppressed anger surges up in an instant. His eyes are more and more unfathomable. He goes to housekeeper Cheng and pulls up his collar, regardless that housekeeper Cheng is an old man.

He was cold and sullen, and his hands were blue and blue: "shut up."

Just two words, squeeze out from the teeth.

Housekeeper Cheng was dragged by him, grabbed his neck, and his face turned red. He still took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, flipped the screen and showed it to Lu Yan.

On the screen, there's a twitter page with a photo attached to a tweet.

Lu Yan saw the photo clearly, his strength on his hand increased sharply, and the sharp lines of his chin stretched tightly, and his eyes were sharp.

Chamberlain Cheng said, "if you don't give up, you'll be happy. What's the point Not good? Miss Yan has found her own happiness, and you should give young master Shumu a complete home. "

Lu Yan's eyes were so black that he could hardly see any light.

He suddenly released the hand that tightly clamped manager Cheng. There was a blue rib protruding from his forehead, and it disappeared again. The dark fundus of his eyes was dazzling.

His cold and hard heart, however, seemed to be severely twisted.

It's hard to breathe.

Eyes are deep.

What he saw in front of him was only the photo he had just seen. In the photo, the words were gentle and skillful, more tender and charming than before. But she was washing her hands and making soup for Qin rang. She took care of Qin rang's son, and she would soon become someone else's wife. Her tenderness, freehand brushwork and happiness poured out incisively and vividly in the photos. When he was with him, he clearly remembered how painful and indifferent she was.