The little milk cat in the Yanying Emperor's house is reborn

Chapter 122 Female Companion
Lu Yuning, who turned back into a cat shape, hurriedly fled the scene, and returned to the sofa, not daring to approach him.

Obviously I went to talk to him about something serious, but I fled because of shame.

However, this situation does not seem to happen once or twice...

Yan Yunxing couldn't help but stare at her for a while before continuing to work.

...

"You mean you want me to attend Song's anniversary celebration as your girlfriend?"

Lu Wangshu pursed his lips, with disbelief in his eyes, as if he couldn't understand why Yan Yunxing came up with this idea.

Didn't he never bring his girlfriend to various banquets before?

"Well, I have to trouble you to take care of it when the time comes."

It's not impossible for him to be alone, but he thinks it's better to bring an extra person that the children know well.

Surprise flashed in Lu Wangshu's eyes, and he said in a clear voice, "Are you going to announce your relationship with Yuyu at the Song Clan's anniversary?"

Yan Yunxing thought about it, but the kid still had a pair of kitten ears on his head, which was inconvenient.

"No, Guaibao will still appear in front of everyone in the form of a cat."

Yan Yunxing's words made Lu Wangshu's pupils shrink, as if he was surprised by his decision.

"it is good."

Lu Wangshu nodded, since he decided to take his younger sister there, as an older sister, she must take care of her younger sister.

Not long after Lu Wangshu agreed to Yan Yunxing's proposal, Luo Zhichun came directly to her.

As always underground parking.

It wasn't that Luo Zhichun didn't want to find a good place to talk, but that he couldn't get an appointment with Lu Wangshu at all, so he could only squat in the parking lot.

"Shu Shu."

Luo Zhichun handed the white rose in his hand to Lu Wangshu, with some tension and anticipation in his deep eyes.

White rose, pure love.

Lu Wangshu lowered his eyes, looked at Bai Qiangwei in front of him, his thoughts were distracted for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"Thank you."

She did not take the flowers in his hand, and looked at him calmly with slightly raised phoenix eyes, without any joy, very calm.

Luo Zhichun's hand holding Hua was slightly tight, with a forced smile on his face: "Can we have a meal together?"

Fearing that she would not agree, he said again: "I want to discuss something with Shu Shu."

Lu Wangshu looked at him and was silent for a moment, then refused: "Let's talk about something here."

Luo Zhichun's heart was sour, and he said in a hoarse voice: "On the anniversary of the Song family, can I invite Shu Shu as my female companion?"

"I've already promised someone else."

Luo Zhichun's face turned pale, he was not quite sure and asked: "Is it... Is Yan Yun okay?"

Under his gaze, Lu Wangshu nodded.

The light in Luo Zhichun's eyes dimmed instantly, Lu Wangshu looked down at the watch on his wrist, and said softly: "I still have something to do."

The implication is, let's go first.

Luo Zhichun clenched the rose in his hand, luckily the thorns had been removed, otherwise he would definitely stab his hand if he held it like this.

Lu Wangshu glanced at him, then stepped over him and walked straight to his car.

Luo Zhichun stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and handed the flower in his hand to her, with a hoarse voice: "I promised Shu Shu before, I will send a rose to Shu Shu every day."

Lu Wangshu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his long and fine eyelashes trembled slightly. In his mind, the boy picked off the brightly blooming roses himself, and then handed them to the girl as if offering a treasure.

"I do not……"

Before she refused, Luo Zhichun held her hand tightly, and when the flower was held by her, he quickly said: "Shu Shu, see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Escaped left one step ahead of her.

Lu Wangshu stared blankly at the rose flower in her hand, and walked to the trash can not far away, and when she was about to throw it away, she withdrew her hand again.

There is nothing wrong with a beautiful flower that shouldn't be in the trash.

After Lu Wangshu got into the car, he looked at the flowers on the co-pilot and sighed softly.

How could she be relented just because flowers shouldn't be in the trash can?
After sighing again, she drove away.

Not 2 minutes after she left, the man who had left reappeared at the place where the two were standing just now. He also walked to the trash can. Seeing that there were no flowers, he grinned.

As if thinking of something, he silently rummaged through the trash cans in the parking lot, and when he saw that there were no flowers, he smiled again, his deep eyes were slightly moist with a sparkle of water.

At first she was a little joyful, but when she thought that she would attend the anniversary celebration as Yan Yunxing's female companion, her smiling face collapsed.

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Shangyue Hotel.

Song's anniversary.

The lyrical pure music lingers in the magnificent hotel lobby, the guests enter the venue one after another, and the waiters carry the food for the banquet and arrange them in an orderly manner, with elegance and elegance.

The people Song invited were all well-known people in the business or political circles, and the dinner was held very grandly.

People who came earlier gathered together to chat, mostly talking about work.

"Xiaozhi, when Dihao's banquet comes, let's go talk to him and try to build a relationship with Dihao."

The middle-aged man with a fat body looked soft and whispered to the handsome young man beside him, and occasionally the middle-aged man greeted the guests with a smile on his face.

But the young man beside him didn't say a word, and even his face was a little pale.

Seeing this, Song Jianshan asked with concern: "Xiaozhi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? It's your heart..."

Before Song Jianshan could finish speaking, the young man immediately interrupted: "No!"

His face was a little indifferent, his pale lips were tightly pursed, as if he rejected what Song Jianshan said.

Song Jianshan knew that he still couldn't let go of that matter until now, and the words of scolding did not come out of his mouth, and finally they all melted into one breath and sighed.

"It's a foregone conclusion. She was born for you. You can figure it out yourself!"

There was some anger in Song Jianshan's words, but because the current occasion was inappropriate to express it, he could only suppress it.

Hearing Song Jianshan's words, the young man opened his mouth, wanted to refute but couldn't refute, and clenched his hands hanging by his legs tightly into fists, as if this was the only way to prevent him from being rude on the spot.

"President Song, congratulations."

"Hey, long time no see Mr. Liu. Is this Ling Qianjin?"

Because someone said hello, Song Jianshan couldn't leave. He motioned the young man to follow with his eyes, and greeted Mr. Liu warmly.

"Yes, yes, this is the little girl Qingqing."

Mr. Liu introduced his daughter to Song Jianshan with a smile, but his eyes were full of the young man behind him.

"Qingqing, quickly call Uncle Song."

Liu Qingqing obeyed Liu's father and said obediently, "Uncle Song."

After shouting, he looked shyly at the young man behind Song Jianshan.

The father and daughter's thoughts are so clear, Song Jianshan can naturally see it, although he is not happy in his heart, but the smile on his face remains undiminished: "Song Zhi, come and say hello to Mr. Liu."

Song Zhi raised her eyebrows, suppressed the disgust in her eyes, and when she looked up, her eyes were clear, and she said gently: "Mr. Liu, Miss Liu."

Compared with the Liu family father and daughter, Song Zhi's attitude is indifferent and alienated.

(End of this chapter)