Chapter 265

Zhou Yun pursed her lips, a little unhappy, but with so many servants, she couldn't argue with a little star in front of them.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lu Yan bent down and hugged Xiaoxing. Xiaoxing was a little afraid when she saw Zhou Yun's eyes. She subconsciously approached Lu Yan, and then gently said, "Dad, I want mom."

Lu Yan raised his lips and seemed to have a smile.

He took a few steps back, holding the little star in one hand, and gently holding the other hand on the back of the words. His attitude was very obvious. This was Lu Yan's woman, and he wanted to take care of her.

As a result, Zhou Yun, who has just occupied the dominant position, is excluded from the outside world. Her son, it seems, is no longer her son.

This is an unusual villa, but with beautiful scenery and fresh air, it's suitable for recuperation. In order to keep Zhou Yun healthy, Lu Chengguo specially asked people to tidy up the house here.

As soon as you go in, the goal is to enjoy the light color.

Lu Chengguo is drinking tea. The Beijing Opera is playing in the living room. He closes his eyes slightly, taps his fingers gently, and takes a sip of Oolong tea from time to time.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lu Chengguo opened his eyes and said with a smile, "are you back?"

He stood up with soft eyes. When he saw the little star and Lu Shumu, the smile at the bottom of his eyes became deeper and deeper. The wrinkles at the end of his eyes widened. He waved to the little star. He had no children in his life. He had a son, but he never had a daughter.

Lu Yan put down the little star, and the little star stepped forward to the embrace of Lu Chengguo.

Her voice is sweet: "grandfather."

"Well Lu Chengguo should say, the whole look softened down, his thick fingers, gently rubbed against the little star's cheek, the action is particularly light, like a fear of carelessness, will rub the little star's skin, eyebrows bent, "want to eat what, grandfather let people take."

Lu Chengguo's face has a beard. Xiaoxing stares at his breath curiously and feels some thorns. She smiles: "grandfather, you have a beard. Will your beard grow very long?"

Lu Chengguo said: "does the little star want to be long for my grandfather? If you want to, Grandpa will stay long. "

Just then, the servant had already served two plates of fruit and a plate of pistachio.

Little star see pistachio, eyes lit up, like two clusters of bright firelight, burning bright: "I like pistachio the most."

"Grandpa will break it for you."

Zhou Yun pursed her lips and slowly came over to sit beside Lu Chengguo. Lu Chengguo didn't pay attention to her. He was breaking pistachios for little star and feeding them one by one, just like feeding a cute hamster.

Zhou Yun's lips were tight, and when he lifted his eyes, he saw that there was no expression on Yu Yu's face. However, Lu Yan turned his eyes to see Yu Yu. In the light of his eyes, there was obvious softness.

Zhou Yun's chest was full of depression. She wrapped her shawl tightly and leaned back with no expression on her face. Lu Chengguo realized Zhou Yun. He glanced at Zhou Yun and said, "what's the matter? Are you sick? "

Zhou Yun pursed her lips, but did not speak.

Yu sits opposite Zhou Yun. The bright light makes Zhou Yun's expression clear. She stares at Zhou Yun for a long time, takes back her sight, smiles faintly, and her eyes are cold.

In fact, Zhou Yun and Xu Yingxia are very similar. They are delicate egoists. They will always think about themselves and never feel guilty for what they have done.

Lu Chengguo plays with little star for a while, and little star is sleepy. Yanyu takes little star to take a bath. Lu Shumu follows Yanyu and goes upstairs to take a bath.

It's said that one person can't give two children a bath. Lu Yan continues to sit for a while, thinking about the three people upstairs, and stands up. Lu Chengguo suddenly says, "ah Yan."

Lu Yan pursed his thin lips and gazed at Lu Chengguo.

Zhou Yun is not feeling well. Accompanied by his servant, he has gone upstairs to sleep. Lu Chengguo didn't speak much. He just explained that there was a lot of helplessness in his voice: "ah Yan, your mother is not well now and she is old, so don't worry about her. I have never interfered with you and metaphor. I won't do it now and I won't do it in the future, but I have a request that no matter what

is, metaphor can't hurt your mother." He stopped, "your mother has hurt words, but to be fair, she has always loved you, from small to large, she has been very good to you."

Lu Yan's slender fingers curled up.

He was silent for a long time and asked faintly, "Dad, what if someone let my mother induce labor?"

Lu Chengguo's chest seems to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer. He clenched his lips and frowned very tightly. He seemed to want to say something, but only sighed.

If If someone does this to Zhou Yun Then he

His lips moved: "don't say hypothetical, no one will know hypothetical things, a Yan, as long as you remember, Zhou Yun is your mother, mother, there is only one."

Lu Yan takes the key and opens the bathroom door. Yu is still lying in the bathtub. When she hears the sound of the door lock opening, her eyebrows jump heavily.Originally subconsciously, she wanted to stand up, but she calmed down and sank into the bathtub again. Her face was expressionless: "Lu Yan."

Lu Yan stood, slowly bent down, from behind her, lowered her head, stretched out her hand, gently pinched her jaw, slightly let her raise her head.

The two eyes met.

The light of the bathroom fell on the surface of the bathtub, sparkling and reflected in their eyes. Lu Yan's breathing slowly became heavy and heavy.

He leaned down, caught her on the lips and began to kiss her.

This kiss is heavier than usual.

Yu Yu found that Lu Yan was not in a good mood. In fact, after the reunion, both of them could feel that they were carrying too many things in their hearts. They needed to vent their emotions.

Lu Yan's kiss became more and more serious, and his words and expressions were gradually aroused.

When there is a first time between men and women, there will be a second time, not to mention between them.

Lu Yan droops his eyes. His eyes are calm. He makes a little effort to hold her up.

The whole person is left on the cold ceramic tile, her skin is hot, and the temperature of the ceramic tile is too low.

The water in the bathtub is still flowing slowly, and the sound is very light. In the quiet space, there is only a faint sound of water. The thick of his fingers oppresses her skin, slowly goes down, holds her wrist, suppresses her pulse, and her pulse beats vigorously. Lu Yan stares at the simile, and his eyes are still. His eyes are dark, and the whirlpool is sweeping. It's so hot that he seems to be able to melt the whole simile.