Chapter 180

Little star stretched out two hands: "hug."

Lu Yan's chest seemed to have a warm current surging. A cold heart had already warmed up, surging and surging. He pressed his thin lips tightly, restrained the shaking of his hands, and picked up the little star.

Words and expressions also stare at the little star's action.

Her amber pupil flashed an indescribable emotion. Her heart shrank and hurt. Is this the power of blood? Little star still remembers Lu Yan Is that right? Little star was hugged by Lu Yan. She raised her eyes and eyelashes to gaze at Lu Yan's face. Her smile was sweet. Her slanting single ponytail was lovely. Her little voice was almost inspiring: "uncle, you are a hero. You just saved my mother! The teacher said, "give a warm hug to the kind people, and you should continue to be a hero."

As soon as she finished, the light in Lu Yan's black eyes became cold and cold.

His lip line was even tighter, like a straight line without curve.

If you say, just how warm, now the heart is how cold, chest like a hole, rustling cold, cold wind howling.

Disappointments, like the overwhelming tide, drowned him and made it hard for him to breathe.

He lowered his eyelids. The lines of his chin were cold and expressionless. When his fingers were crooked, there was the sound of bone collision.

Little star didn't hear Lu Yan's answer, but also touched Lu Yan's face. Her palm was warm and her voice was very thin. She secretly said, "uncle, I think you look a bit like a person, but I don't remember."

Lu Yan seemed to be speechless. He squeezed out a word from the bottom of his throat: "well." The voice was extremely dull. I don't know why, but I let out a sigh of relief subconsciously. My reason tells her that Xiaoxing has the right to know her father's existence and that her father is Lu Yan. However, emotionally, she is vaguely afraid that Xiaoxing will be robbed by Lu Yan. Now she doesn't want to pull with Lu Yan any more. If she doesn't remember Lu Yan, Xiaoxing will be the best choice .

Lu Shumu looked at the little star and Lu Yan, thoughtful, hung down the thick curly eyelashes, did not say a word.

However, Shi Jia picks her eyebrows in surprise. It's amazing that Lu Yan takes the initiative to save the woman. Now he even embraces the lovely little girl.

Lu Yan only held little star for a while, and soon let her go. He stood up and left without saying anything. In the cold spring air, his back was filled with condensation.

On the school bus back to Leeds, little Xing Xing lies in Yu Yu's arms, playing with a doll in her hand, shaking and shaking. She smiles and mentions Lu Yan: "that uncle runs so fast today, he saves his mother."

"Well." Words bend lips, give her Shun hair.

Little star: "he is a little good-looking, uncle Qin is also good-looking, brother Nanfeng is also good-looking."

"Is it?"

"Yes." Little star nods hard, "Mom, have we met that uncle before?"

“……” Yanyu pauses with her hair hand. She doesn't answer for a moment. She is silent for a few seconds. Fortunately, Xiaoxing doesn't need her answer. She goes on, "is that uncle the father of that little brother?"

Yu raised her eyes, her eyelashes trembled and looked out of the window.

Spring recovery, dead wood spring, although the sun is thin, but warm, she pulled out a smile radian: "yes, that is my little brother's father."

Little star quiet for a while, continue to lie on the chest of the metaphor, she asked: "Mom, doll has a father?"

She knows the meaning of the little star.

About today, when she saw that Lu Shumu had a father, she felt a sense of loss in her heart. She was still thinking about how to answer. Xiaoxing comforted herself: "the doll should have no father, just like me. However, the doll has my love, and I have uncle Qin and mother love me."

As she spoke, the mist between her eyebrows and eyes dispersed and replaced by a bright smile.

The heart is soft and painful.

She leaned over and gently kisses the little star on the forehead.

She thought in her heart, mom will love you more than ever.

At the dinner party of the Cheng family, the drinks were mixed, the lights were dim, the music was quiet and flowing, Lu Yan's eyes were slightly dark and his expression was cold. Under the light, his whole body was unconsciously flowing with the innate noble spirit.

A black suit was ironed straight and neat with excellent bearing.

He gently touched his partner's glass and began to laugh.

Shi jiaran appeared at the banquet. She was wearing Dior stars, a simple diamond necklace around her neck, and Dior sachet in her hand. She walked towards Lu Yan with a smile.

Several partners all laughed and walked away wisely.

Shi jiaran bent her lips and said with a big smile, "Lu Yan, is my skirt beautiful today?"

Lu Yan black Mou swept her one eye, light voice way: "beautiful.""Perfunctory." Shi jiaran said, she also picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter's hand, took a sip, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Lu Yan, "you have nothing to say to me?"

Lu Yan's black eyes flashed a dark light: "what do you say?"

"Your ex-wife, and your daughter." Shi jiaran's tone is very relaxed, as if the topic they are talking about is just the weather.

Lu Yan held the goblet tightly and slowly began to hold it.

His black eyes were sharp, and his voice was cold and tense: "did you check them?"

"I'll check?" Shi jiaran with a little smile, voice is very light, "you look down on me too much, I am Shi jiaran, is the miss, this afternoon your reaction is so abnormal, I can not know?"

Lu Yan was silent for a while. His tone was calm, and he admitted: "that's really my ex-wife and my daughter."

Shi jiaran brows slightly twisted, and then slowly stretch, quiet. Lu Yan leaned against the bar, tall and straight, with a cool noble look on his face. He said in a light voice: "now I finally understand that my condition is very poor, right?" He snorted and laughed, "I have two children. I once had a marriage, and I can't leave my ex-wife. You don't want to be the stepmother of two children as soon as you marry me."

When jiaran heard the words, he lowered his eyes, and the radian of his lips was indistinguishable.

When she raised her eyes again, her eyes were still shining. She had a long neck, white skin and noble temperament: "Shumu is my son..." She pauses. "But there's a woman who wants to be a stepmother." She smiles, every inch of skin on her face is delicate, she gently put the cup on the table, added with a smile: "but my father who wants me to be a stepmother doesn't care about my ideas, I'm just a tool in his eyes, he wants me to marry you, he pushes me to get close to you, what can I do except accept it?"