Killer baby is too tough

Chapter 9

Fang Zhen put on a new glass as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Qianqian wiped her mouth and looked at Fang Zhen in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"Master, I hope you can leave a good impression on Lu Jiarong." Fang Zhen frowned indistinctly. To be honest, he didn't know why Lu Xiangdong did this.

Lin Qianqian unconsciously stuffed another slice of lemon into her mouth.

"Lily." A big hand was placed on Lin Qianqian's shoulder.

At this time, besides Lu Jiarong, Lin Qianqian couldn't think of anyone who could call Lily the name Lily in such a casual posture.

Sighing, Lin Qianqian turned around honestly, "Uncle."

"You haven't given me your father's phone number yet." Lu Jiarong said directly without giving her any chance to change the subject.

Lin Qianqian glanced at Fang Zhen, only to see that he had dropped her without hesitation, stood on the other side of the table, saw herself looking over, and pretended to raise the wine glass in his hand to her.

I can only figure out a way by myself.

Lin Qianqian licked her lower lip, "My father probably won't come over. Our family is now in the hands of my grandfather. Wherever my father goes, he has to tell my grandfather first."

"Oh?" Lu Jiarong narrowed his eyes.This movement is exactly the same as Lu Xiangdong's, it's so frightening, and it's so... less pumping.

Lin Qianqian tried her best to look more sincere, she deliberately sighed, "I'm really sorry, Uncle, our family is so weird, next time I have a chance, I—"

"Then give me your grandpa's phone number."

"..." Are all rich people like this?Lin Qianqian clenched the fork in her hand.

"Isn't your grandfather still listening to your grandfather's words?"

Although Lu Jiarong was smiling, the indifference in his eyes was very obvious.

Lin Qianqian deduced from the way she got along with Lu Xiangdong that if she didn't give him the phone, Lu Jiarong would probably keep pestering her until she ran out of patience.

Of course, when his patience was exhausted, there was nothing good for him.

"Why, I'll call and ask, just wait a moment." Lin Qianqian smiled dryly, took out her phone reluctantly, and slowly swipe through the phone book under Lu Jiarong's "encouraging" gaze on the name.

Lu Shaoan.

Fang Zhen.

Fried chicken takeaway.

She excluded names one by one, and Lin Qianqian's finger rested on Lu Xiangdong's name.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have used it to see Lu Jiarong.Heartbroken, Lin Qianqian dialed the phone.

Lu Xiangdong was obviously very concerned about her situation, as soon as the call was made, he answered it, "What's wrong?"

"What are you doing?" Lin Qianqian asked in bewilderment after hearing his slurred speech.

Lu Xiangdong gave his steak-cutting hands a hard time, turned on the phone on speakerphone, put it on the table, and replied slowly, "Have dinner."

Lin Qianqian clearly heard the sound of her two rows of teeth grinding.

She was caught by Lu Jiarong just after she ate a little fruit. Now her stomach is growling with hunger, and the culprit who caused all this is still enjoying dinner comfortably.

Lin Qianqian's hand unconsciously tapped the phone case lightly, a dazzling smile appeared on the corner of her lips, she rolled her eyes, and said two words crisply, "Grandpa!"

Lu Xiangdong slipped his hand holding the knife and fork, and the fork landed on the white porcelain bowl, making a crisp "ding".

"What did you say?" Lu Xiangdong's voice was almost squeezed from between his teeth.

Lin Qianqian frowned pretending to be confused, made a crying face to Lu Jiarong who was watching her every move, then raised her voice and said more crisply, "Grandpa, can't you hear me calling you? I Daddy wants to see your son."

Lu Xiangdong looked at the phone on the table and frowned, "Before that, can you explain who is your father and who is my son?"

"Call me Dad again?" Lu Jiarong looked at Lin Qianqian with a half-smile.

With the two father and son in front of each other and the other asking questions on the phone at the same time, Lin Qianqian showed an extremely tangled expression on her face, and she explained quietly, "Uncle Lu wants to see my dad, but my dad doesn't have your permission. He can’t go either, so he wants to ask your opinion.”

Lu Xiangdong paused for a moment, and was about to speak when Lin Qianqian's voice on the other end of the phone moved away from the receiver, appearing extra soft and subtle, "Uncle?"

"I'll tell him personally." Lu Jiarong took the phone from Lin Qianqian and put it to his ear.

(End of this chapter)