Chapter 169

During the period of his command, Lu Shumu had walked straight towards the words.

He stood in front of the simile. At the moment when he saw the simile, his little heart suddenly jumped down, and his palms were full of sticky sweat. He pursed his lips tightly, his dark eyes were deep, and his eyes were staring at the simile.

Yu is laughing when the strange boy comes to her.

The metaphor droops her eyes, and the little boy's line of sight is handed over in the air. When she sees the little boy's black eyes, she is slightly stunned, and her heart shrinks.

She has never seen a child's eyes, like his eyes, almost without any emotion, without any fluctuations, completely calm, but also like the starry night sky, deep and vast, let people tremble.

Her eyes wandered over the boy's features, then back to his eyes.

The child's facial features are very good.

She said that she was a mother, so she was always very gentle to her children. She unconsciously softened her eyes, like spring water, rippling blue waves, full of tenderness.

She bent her lips: "what's the matter with you, little friend? Can I help you? "

Lu Shumu nodded, his lips pursed: "is hot pot delicious?"

Yuyu was stunned. She didn't expect that the child would ask her this question. Before she could figure out how to answer it, Mike laughed. He gave a thumbs up: "delicious! Of course it's delicious. Would you like to join us? "

Lu Shumu didn't look at Mike. His eyes wouldn't leave the metaphor for a moment. His eyelashes moved back and forth, and he said impolitely, "yes."

Mike was stunned: "do you really want to eat with us?"

This is a child.

Yu began to laugh, her eyes were full of stars, her eyebrows and eyes were softer. She approached Lu Shumu a little and said softly, "where are your parents?"

She didn't think much about the reason. After all, such a good-looking child should be liked.

Lu Shumu's black eyes are clean, his small face is white, he stares at the eyes of words, and says: "they are working."

"Are you alone? Children can't run around by themselves. " Yu Yu laughs, "where do your parents work? I'll send you to your parents. It's too dangerous for you to be alone."

As soon as her voice fell, she was about to take Lu Shumu to her parents. When she raised her eyes, she saw Secretary Li rushing to the little boy in front of her.

Secretary Li shouts: "young master, don't run around."

The boy ignored him. Even when he was near, he subconsciously leaned toward the direction of speech. He shook his head and whispered, "I won't go with him."

Yuyu touched his head and with calming, she went to see Secretary Li and hesitated to wring her eyebrow: "who are you of this child? It seems that he doesn't want to follow you very much."

Secretary Li followed Lu Chengguo later. He didn't know Yu. Naturally, he didn't know Yu was Lu Yan's ex-wife. He stood in front of Yu and said politely with a smile: "sorry, young master, he may have a special liking for you."

Secretary Li, who has worked in Lu's group for such a long time and is also the Secretary of the president's office, has long been a human being. At a glance, he can see the doubt and vigilance about his identity in the eyes of words.

The smile on his lips was deeper.

Secretary Li took out his work permit from his pocket, raised his chin gently, pointed to the opposite building and said, "I'm the Secretary of the President Office of Lu's group. This is our president's son. Sorry, I'll take him now." After Secretary Li explained, he didn't look at the metaphor any more. He squatted down and looked at Lu Shumu with his eyes. He patiently said, "young master, you can't be willful, or Lu will be angry. What's more, a man has to keep his word. You said you would come to buy building blocks and then go back. If you want to eat the hot pot here, Lu will bring you to eat after you talk to Lu."

Lu Shumu pursed his lips. His eyelashes were long and thick. He was a little hesitant.

Mike's eyes lit up when he heard these words: "Lu's group? President Lu? Is that Mr. Lu from the opposite building? "

He was too excited. The light in his eyes made Li mi a little unhappy.

Secretary Li is cautious and will not reply to Mike.

Several people did not notice, the expression suddenly pale face, her long eyelashes gently trembled, amber pupil flickered, pursed tight lip line, straightened the lines of two cheeks.

My little heart came up to my throat in a flash.

Yuyu feels a little anxious to breathe, the son of the president of Lu's group? It's Lu Chengguo Or Lu Yan?

Her eyelashes quivered a little faster, and her heart seemed to quiver with them.

Lu Shumu raised his eyes. He saw Yu's pale face. He didn't speak.

"Your father Who is it? "

As a matter of fact, she had a general idea in her mind. Lu Chengguo was too old to have a child at this age. The little boy in front of her could be Lu Yan's son.Lu Yan's son

This idea hovered in her mind, like silk repeatedly, a little bit of winding, slowly tightening, let her feel pain.

Is it the son of Lu Yan and the legendary fiancee?

Metaphor deep breathing, want to relieve the pain in the mind, the pain, but more and more clear, she clenched the lower lip.

The pain of induced labor in those years slowly attacked her pain nerve.

The bones all over the body are in severe pain.

Her back was cold, her sweat was cold, and there was irony in her eyes.

The tip of the nose is slightly sour.

She was forced to give birth to her child, but Lu Yan and other women gave birth to a son.

Her heart was so painful that she could hardly breathe. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably. If her son had not been induced into labor in those years, would that child have been so old.

The chest of metaphor is full of leaping and burning anger.

Subconsciously, she didn't want to look at the little boy in front of her. She took back her hand and retreated in the direction of the seat.

Lu Shumu's lips are even tighter.

He seemed to care, and seemed not to care, he was quiet, silent for a while, whispered: "do you know my father?"

It's just a child that the words and expressions restrain themselves. Lu Yan's mistakes should be borne by him. What does it have to do with the children?

"I don't know your father," she whispered

Lu Shumu was silent for a while. He said seriously, "you know, I saw your picture at home." The pupil of the metaphor shrinks and tightens the outline. The undulating radian of her chest is a little big. She wants to say something. The mobile phone in her hand suddenly vibrates. It's a little star.