his allure

Chapter 88
Lu Zhishou slid his hand along her waistline, and his tentacles were all warm and fragrant nephrite.

Like fine silk.

He answered patiently: "I'm your boyfriend, of course I'm at your house."

"Do you think I'm an idiot! Where did I get a boyfriend?" She said this, and clapped his hand.

I don't know why, but when she spoke again, her tone was tinged with grievance: "Let me tell you, Lu Zhi won't let me fall in love, you'd better stay away from me. Do you know Lu Zhi?" ? The CEO of Shengze is very rich, and he can smash you to death with money alone!"

Lu Zhi's hand rested on her lower back, and the darkness in his eyes became lighter.

Probably because the grievance in her tone was too strong, he picked her up without saying a word, and walked to the hall.

Wen Mian struggled in his arms, moaning, "You still dare to hug me, I'll let Lu Zhi trample your dirty hands on the ground, it will hurt you to death!"

Lu Zhi let her go crazy, he put her on the sofa, turned around and took a glass of warm water from the kitchen, and fed her.

She drank the water and felt more at ease.

"Little Cotton," he bent over and called her, somewhat bewildered, "Who is Lu Zhi?"

Wen Mian bit her lip, and cried aggrievedly for a while, then flattened her mouth, and said with sobs: "Lu Zhi, he is a...someone who doesn't like me."

Lu wiped away the tears on her face with his knuckle-knuckle hands, and the little thoughts just now completely dissipated.

He looked at her aggrieved sleeping face, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Who said I don't like you anymore? I obviously like you to death."

People on the sofa, ignorant...

Zheng Weiqing accompanied Lu Xicheng to worship his mother.

It was a desolate and secluded mid-mountain. The stem plants beside the tombstone had grown very tall, and there were also some small shrubs growing wantonly.On the tombstone, it is very simple, and there is not even a name engraved on it.

Zheng Weiwei looked at Lu Xicheng's calm and gentle side face, and didn't ask the question "why there is no name".

Some things are scars, if you don't ask, it won't hurt.Once I asked, it hurt my heart at every turn.

The offerings are prepared according to local customs, such as red candles, boat paper, ingots, and candied dried fruits.

Lu Xicheng carried a jar of wine and poured it on the open space in front of the stele.His tone was calm: "you have always liked to drink, drink more. I'm married. This time, I'm visiting you with my wife. Don't worry, I will treat her well in the future. "

Zheng Weiwei bowed respectfully, knelt down, and said, "Mom."

Lu Xicheng didn't let her kneel, he helped her up, bent over and patted the dust on her knees, and said gently: "Gentle, let's go back."

Zheng Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled back and said, "Okay."

The two bid farewell to Nan's mother again, and then left this small village in the south of the Yangtze River.

Before leaving, Mother Nan gave Zheng Qingqing a jade bracelet.The old man's eyes were kind, and his smile was sad: "Young girl, this is the bracelet left by Ah Cheng's mother. After she said she called me, she passed it on to Ah Cheng's wife. You take it away secretly. Don't tell Ah Cheng, or It’s a matter of my old man’s mind.”

Nan's mother looked at the hesitation on Zheng Qingqing's face, and sighed: "Miss loves Ah Cheng, and she regrets not being a dedicated mother."

Zheng lowered his head slightly, and was finally moved by the last truly sad words.

(End of this chapter)