Chapter 72

What Ruan Su said later distracted Lu Jinyan's attention. He only looked at the white and pretty face, and what red lips said seemed to be asking for his advice.

Looking back, Lu Jinyan gazed at Ruan Su: "sort out your ideas, and I'll take them to the development department and the public relations department."

"Is it possible to open special parent-child day as well?" Ruan Su was so excited that he didn't expect Lu Jinyan to give such a high evaluation to his proposals, but he was seriously prepared to implement them.

"Special parent child day?" Lu Jinyan picked up his eyebrows and said, "talk about it?"

Ruan Su was also thirsty and saw Lu Jinyan's Cup empty again: "Er, another cup?"

"Good."

"What to drink?"

"All right."

Ruan Su got up, gave him another cup of lemon tea and put it on the table: "special parent-child day is actually a special day for some parents who usually have to work."

"There are many parents who may have to work overtime on weekends, and their rest days may be Mondays or Tuesdays, which are not fixed. But at this time, there are many large-scale performances that only appear on weekends in the playground, and they will miss them."

"Many children like float parade and cartoon song and dance drama very much, but there are many amusement parks only on weekends. So some parents work overtime on weekends and can't see them when they bring their children to play. Isn't that a pity?"

"If we can change all these programs, for example, add one every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, isn't that good?" Ruan Su's psychology had these ideas for a long time, but he never had the chance to say them.

Lu Jinyan looked at Ruan Su's eyes and became more and more deep. He held a water cup in his hand, but he forgot that he was just thirsty.

Ruan Su drank half a glass of water, moistened her throat, and simply put forward her ideas: "last time, the parent-child series that blue sky international wanted to cooperate with me opened a shop for me in the playground. I also hope that every child who came here can enjoy a free photo printing, such as on clothes, such as printing What do you think of it

"Good." Lu Jinyan affirmed all Ruan Su's words in one word. If he didn't find an excuse to come here today, he didn't know that Ruan Su's small head contained so many things. It's really a treasure that gets deeper and deeper.

Ruan Su has these ideas because she has summed them up with Guan Guan for so many years. Moreover, when she is idle and bored, she will go to the forum and micro blog, and some Baoma will write their opinions about going out to play.

As time goes by, Ruan Su will remember it in her mind. Just this time, Lu Jinyan and LAN Jiaqi cooperated to develop an amusement park. Only when she had the chance to say these words, it was Lu Jinyan who gave her an opportunity.

"Aunt..." When they were silent, the little guy just woke up and broke the silence.

He came out, rubbed his eyes, saw Lu Jinyan, and rushed over happily: "Uncle Lu!"

Lu Jinyan held him in his arms, small body soft: "miss me?"

"Yes Guan happily hugged Lu Jinyan's neck and rubbed: "Guan Guan misses uncle Lu very much!"

"Good boy, look what my uncle has brought you." With that, Lu Jinyan got up, took several bags, put them on the ground, and then opened the first bag. It was a newly developed solar car, which could be deformed. It was not cheap at first sight.

Guan Guan was a boy. When he saw the car, he patted his hand excitedly: "Wow, it's a car!"

Lu Jinyan likes to look at the child's sunny smile. His warm heart, some memories that he forced to bury, gradually emerge.

That gentle water like woman, pale face lying on the bed, holding his little hand, one sentence after another told him.

The murmur of every word, as if it really appeared in the ear, sour the tip of Lu Jinyan's nose.

"Uncle Lu?" Guan Guan saw that he was suddenly silent and gently pushed his hand: "are you sleepy?"

"No Lu Jinyan returns to his senses, smiles at Guan Guan, and takes out the second bag. It's a remote-controlled aircraft. He presses the switch, puts the remote control in Guan Guan's hand, and carefully teaches him how to use it.

Ruan Su looks at this one big one small, on the face involuntarily hangs the smile, Lu Jinyan's eye, is full of gentleness, cannot hide.

In his arms, he played with the toys in his hands excitedly. For a while, he turned his head and raised his chin to look at Lu Jinyan. For a while, he turned back and continued to play with the toys. In his eyes, there was worship, love and A desire.

Ruan Su's heart is a little sad. The child lacks father's love when he was young. He may have fantasies about his father in Lu Jinyan's body.

Lu Jinyan was very patient. He showed him toys one by one and explained them in a soft voice. Even Ruan Su felt good.

She got up and went to the kitchen. Without breaking the seemingly father son communication, she washed her hands and began to cook lunch.After a while, Lu Jinyan in the living room smelled the fragrance and saw that two dishes had been set on the table.

Ruan Su came out of the kitchen with two plates. She took off her apron and looked at Lu Jin. "Boss, if you don't like it, you can eat here at noon."

"Uncle Lu, uncle Lu, my aunt's cooking is delicious!" Guan Guan was afraid that Lu Jinyan had left. He took him by the hand and said eagerly.

Lu Jinyan laughed, picked up Guan Guan and said, "OK, uncle, take you to wash your hands."

Ruan Su looked at their backs in a daze. For a moment, she seemed to really think that Lu Jinyan was Guan Guan's father.

A few minutes later, a large group and a small group came along hand in hand. Lu Jinyan bent down and held the child on the chair.

On the table, there are two meats and two vegetables, one braised pork chop, one steamed fish, and two plates of green vegetables. They look green and have a good appetite.

Ruan Su habitually wants to remove the fishbone for his child, but Lu Jinyan has already done so. He holds chopsticks with his slender fingers, puts the fish in the small plate for Guan Guan, carefully removes the fishbone for him, puts it in the bowl, and then goes to clip the second piece

It was not until Guan Guan's small plate looked like a hill that he began to eat by himself, with a small mouth, bright eyes, moderate salty and sweet, and not greasy with strong fragrance. He chewed carefully, elegant and expensive, as if eating was an art.

"Uncle Lu, is it delicious?" Guan tilted his head, the pride hidden in his tender voice.

Lu Jinyan smiles: "it's delicious. It's the best I've ever eaten."

In my memory, the gentle woman, the woman he called his mother, also cooked this dish, but the taste was blurred