Chapter 170

It's still morning in England at this time. Why did little star suddenly call?

The words and expressions are a little worried. They tighten their brows and answer. The voice becomes soft. It seems to emit a strong aroma.

"Little star, what's the matter?"

In fact, there is nothing, that is, little star left her mother for a time, not very adapted, so as soon as she opened her eyes, she secretly called Yanyu.

Lu Shumu stares at her appearance and listens to her voice. He doesn't know why. His chest is suddenly blocked, just like he doesn't know why. He cares about this woman so much.

When Yu hung up, Lu Shumu said, "my name is Lu Shumu."

Yan Yuman says "um..." She gave a look at Lu Shumu.

Lu Shumu clenched his lips and suddenly said, "is that your daughter's phone just now?"

In fact, the metaphor was a little surprised. The child was young, but he could say a lot. The metaphor said softly, "yes."

Lu Shumu: "I have a mother, too."

"I know," she said with a smile

Lu Shumu continued to say calmly, "my mother will do the same to me."

"Yes." Answer by analogy.

"I miss her a little bit." Lu Shumu dropped his thick and slender eyelashes, and formed light and shadow under his eyes, dark and deep. His voice was as light as the wind, and it would disappear, "I miss my mother."

Lu Shumu's voice is full of loneliness. The words unconsciously feel sorry for him, and he feels an impulse to embrace him.

But reason is telling her that this is Lu Yan's child and Zhou Yun's grandson. At that time, Zhou Yun and Lu Yan killed her child step by step.

She can let go of hatred, but she must not have unnecessary emotions, whether it is sympathy or love.

Lu Shumu still didn't look up, his whole body was covered with a thick shadow, but he was only a child of three or four years old. His life had just begun, but he didn't know what he had experienced. It was so quiet that it was heartbreaking.

Yu sighed in his heart. His eyelashes trembled. He reached out and touched Lu Shumu's hair. It was soft and smooth, and felt very good.

Before Yu Yu's hand touched Lu Shumu, Secretary Li's pupil suddenly widened, and his ear quickly flashed what President Lu said - the young master didn't like to be touched.

His words to stop, is about to jump out, suddenly stopped, like fireworks encounter rain, became a squib.

Lu Shumu is very docile, even so docile that he looks like a coquettish and tickling dog.

At this time, the man's cold, with a strong cold voice beat on the eardrum of the words, the strength of each word shocked her eardrum roar.

"Lu Shumu, I'm not talking to you. Don't talk to strangers casually."

This sentence was said by Lu Yan. His tone was cold, plain and dumb.

Lu Yan received a phone call from the bodyguard. After hearing it clearly, the crease between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper. He answered faintly. His hand quickened for several minutes, quickly completed the work, and soon arrived at the hotpot shop in the opposite building.

He walked into the hot pot shop with long legs and saw the group of people by the window.

The first person you see is a metaphor.

With cold sunshine from the window projected in, fell on her face, she did not know what to think, her eyes, her deep eyes, as if into the world all gentle and affectionate.

Let his breath smother gently, the metaphor has always been like this, her beauty is always divorced from the secular, stripping the secular skin.

But when I was with him, I was always dragged down from the altar by him. In an instant, he suddenly appeared the appearance of meeting Yu for the first time.

What he said was that the appearance of metaphor getting fat, maybe time has a filter, maybe because time passed too long, he thought of her at that time, which also made his chest hot.

Lu Yan touched the wood, but he didn't like to be close to others.

Lu Yan's eyes are getting darker and deeper. He strides over with his long legs. His deep eyes are staring at Yu Yu and Lu Shumu. There is a strong chill in his dark eyes.

His whole body exudes the authority of the superior. He doesn't look at the metaphor. At the moment when the metaphor takes back his hand, he bends down and holds up Lu Shumu.

Lu Shumu clearly felt Lu Yan's anger. Now Lu Yan's eyes were flashing scarlet, and his eyes were dark, like a trapped animal. He wanted to roar, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

For the first time, Lu Shumu didn't want to push Lu Yan away.

He pursed his lips and put his hands around Lu Yan's neck.

Her hands and feet are cold, but the smile on her face is still there. She has thought about it many times. When she and Lu Yan meet again, what kind of posture and expression she will put on, after all, was the past.But last night's suddenness broke all the illusions.

In Lu Yan's eyes, she is already a stranger. No matter last night or now, after all, Lu Yan is a fickle person. Now that he has a new wife and his own son, he doesn't want to see his ex-wife who has been so embarrassed.

She raised her eyes to the dark eyes of Lu Yan.

She was serious as if she could see the look of his eyes more clearly than ever before.

Light ground said hello: "Lu Yan."

Her voice was still soft and sweet, like cotton candy, but she didn't have much emotion. As soon as she said it, Lu Yan's look became colder and colder.

Only the people who really don't care can be so calm as if they were ordinary friends. They call each other's names faintly, as if they had never been married, had never had children, and had never been torn.

Lu Yan black eyes cold, nodded, took Lu Shumu to leave.

Lu Shumu leaned on Lu Yan's shoulder, and his black eyes, which were very similar to Lu Yan's, glanced at the words and took back his sight.

The metaphor clenched his fingers and stood in the same place.

It's like being left behind by time.

In fact, it's nothing. They've been divorced for three years, so it's time to put it down. He's gone away, and she can't walk around in the same place all the time. Mike's eyes brightened when he saw Lu Yan's appearance, but he was a gentleman. He noticed that there was something wrong with the expression of the metaphor, so he restrained the idea of chatting, instead of causing trouble to the metaphor, and kept quiet all the time.