Lu xiuche stopped playing with these toys for a long time. Since he began to study, he found that solving an exercise with a high degree of difficulty can make him happier and more satisfied.

He was different from before, but his father didn't know that.

Maybe for his father, he still thinks that no matter how long he goes, as long as he comes back to buy more toys, he will be happy.

Unfortunately, he is not.

Lu xiuche light words, let the Road East, in the heart of a stab, then is sharp pain, as if there is an arrow stabbed in, very painful.

He looked at Lu xiuche, surprised and unable to say a word.

Lu xiuche didn't look at him and said to Yue, "let's go upstairs and review."

Yue listens to the wind and nods. They step on the stairs one by one.

they stand on the east side of the road in the big living room and watch their son's back disappear. He is still the boy, but he is no longer the boy.

Until now, after hearing clearly that my son said I don't need these, Lu Xiangdong suddenly realized that his son was not the one he knew.

Lu xiuche used to need toys because he didn't have any emotional support in his life. He wanted to rely on his only father, but his father rarely gave him anything emotionally. The only thing he could give was toys, countless toys.

Lu xiuche shifted his life to toys. Until Yue Tingfeng appeared, he gave Lu xiuche a different understanding. He taught Lu xiuche how to make friends, how to get along with people, and what a 12-year-old boy should do at this time.

Lu Xiangdong's father should have done all these things, but he didn't do anything. Yue Tingfeng did everything for him. Yue Tingfeng pulled Lu xiuche's track back from the crooked road step by step.

Lu xiuche is very sad, sad and guilty. He wants to explain to his son, but he doesn't know what to explain? Because all of his explanations, speaking out, will only make him more home scum.

The servants stood by, and no one spoke.

Lu Xiangdong saw the bodyguard and asked, "young master, he..."

Bodyguard Avenue: "Mr. Lu, you just feel When he grows up, he can't always be like he used to be. "

"But now he..." Lu Xiangdong doesn't know what to say. Is it better to say that his son is not as good as he used to be?

His son, who had grown up when he didn't know, no longer needed him. The toy game machine was of no use to him.

Now Lu xiuche studies hard and gets along well with his friends, but he doesn't need him and his father any more.

Lu Xiangdong's heart is full of pain. He would rather see Lu xiuche and the past than see him like this.

Just now, Lu xiuche looked at his eyes, and he felt more and more uneasy when he thought about it. There was no anger, no joy, strange and calm.

Lu Xiangdong has a feeling that he has lost his son, even though he is still at home. But his feeling is really getting stronger and stronger.

Lu Xiangdong thinks that he must do something at this time. Otherwise, he is afraid that if he doesn't do something, he will lose his son completely.

"Quick Go, make what the young master likes to eat, and send it to the young master later. "

The maid nodded.

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