Chapter 2339 2211 You Are My Blazing Sun Like Fire (411)

Ah Er and AH San did not like Xuan Yingluo to begin with. After brother Wang’s incident, these two people had even more murderous intentions towards Xuan Yingluo.

However, Zhou Yu did not express his stance. He only brought her back and trapped her by his side. He never dealt with her.

There were no emotions on Zhou Yu’s handsome face. He only lightly pursed his thin lips. “I got it.”

Ah Er said again, “Big Brother, I heard that this tycoon is very lustful. His biggest hobby is to attract all kinds of beauties. Tonight, the tycoon will definitely come for a date. I will send someone to prepare a dance, but I think Xuan Yingluo is very suitable for this leading beauty.”

Zhou Yu said, “She is indeed very charming to all men when she dances.”

“So, this filthy rich man will definitely take a liking to Xuan Yingluo. Big Brother, if you don’t want to deal with Xuan Yingluo, then give Xuan Yingluo to that filthy rich man. As long as she doesn’t become a demon by your side, that’s fine too,”ah er suggested.

Zhou Yu’s handsome eyes narrowed. “Alright, let her lead the dance tonight.”

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Xuan Yingluo immediately stood up and carelessly reached out her small hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She went to snatch the painting. “It has nothing to do with you. Return the painting to me.”

“I thought that Minister Xuan had a heart of stone. I didn’t expect that there would be times when you would shed tears. Let Me See who you miss?”Zhou Yu looked at the painting in his hand and raised his sword-like eyebrows, “Is this your son?”

Xuan Yingluo’s heart skipped a beat. A few years ago, she had plotted with Gu Yilin to make him believe that little seventh was not his son. Because of his vigilant and suspicious nature, Xuan Yingluo had deliberately kept Zhou Yu away from little seventh for the past few years, now, she did not expect that little seventh’s portrait would fall into his hands.

“Give the painting back to me!”Xuan Yingluo went to snatch it.

Zhou Yu raised his hand and looked at the small figure carved on the paper again. “Your son looks quite like you.”

“Zhou Yu, this is my son. Is it because you don’t have a son that you’re so interested in someone else’s son? Hurry up and give the painting back to me!”

Zhou Yu reached out and hugged her soft waist, pulling her into his embrace. He slowly narrowed his narrow eyes and said suspiciously, “Your son doesn’t look like Gu Yilin to me either...”

Xuan Yingluo’s head exploded with a bang. She didn’t know if he was suspecting something. As little seventh young master slowly grew up, Zhou Yu’s shadow had already appeared in little seventh young master’s eyes.