Chapter 89

Lu Zijia's calm response completely surprised the Song family, which surprised them a little.

"Miss Lu Er, you don't know. My son usually makes mischief. Please don't take it seriously when he tells you jokes.

Miss Lu Er seldom came to our song family today. Why don't you leave after lunch?

Of course, if Miss Lu Er is busy, I will never force it. "

Fang Yueqiu, who cleaned up her emotions, came over and said politely with a smile to Lu Zijia.

Fang Yueqiu's words are as good as song zhuohai's, but she has repeatedly reminded Lu Zijia not to take song Zixuan's words as one thing.

Obviously, it made her forget what song Zixuan said.

And the words behind her, as long as smart people can hear it, she is sending off guests tactfully.

Lu Zijia had seen many of these tricks in the cultivation world. Naturally, he understood the hidden meaning of their words, but he didn't intend to expose them.

"Madame song is very kind. Young master song has a lot to say. I will naturally remember what he said and take it seriously."

Lu Zijia replied as if nothing had happened.

I'm kidding. Song Zixuan promised her $5 million before. She's serious, okay!

If song Zixuan dares to cheat her, she will give him an unlucky talisman, let him go out every day, step on dog shit, drive a car with a flat tire, and eat half to death!

"As for eating, you don't have to."

When she helps them deal with this matter, the Song family are afraid they are not in the mood to eat.

In order not to be hungry, she must have run away first.

Fang Yueqiu, "..."

Song Zixuan, "..."

Is the woman really unable to hear the implication of his mother's words, or is she pretending to be stupid?

Otherwise, how can the answer make people listen and feel particularly oppressed?

Lu Zijia seemed unaware of the strange eyes of the Song family and raised his hand to look at the time on his watch.

"Twenty minutes have passed since I got here. Can I start?"

Lu Zijia looked sideways at Song Zixuan and obviously didn't want to deal with song zhuohai and others.

"Yes."

Song Zixuan didn't want to explain more, so he nodded and agreed.

Because he knew that if his family didn't see Lu Zijia's ability with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it even if he took much time to explain.

In that case, why not let them witness it directly?

"Zixuan."

Although song zhuohai didn't know what riddles they were playing, his prejudice against Lu Zijia remained unchanged.

If it hadn't been for his son's face, he would have asked Lu Zijia to go out.

"Dad, you think I'm wayward!"

Song Zixuan took a deep look at his father, then got up and quickly followed Lu Zijia.

Looking at their backs, the three elders of the Song family frowned at different levels.

"I think they get along well. Zixuan rarely invites people to play at home. Let him." Master Song said aloud.

Master song has spoken. Song zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu will not object.

But the sight was unbearable and glanced at Lu Zijia and song Zixuan.

Lu Zijia did not go far, but stopped not far from the stairs.

"Why, do you know how to appreciate paintings?"

Seeing Lu Zijia staring at the huge oil painting on the wall, song Zixuan's face was complacent, and his tone didn't seem to believe that Lu Zijia knew how to appreciate the painting.