Allure: The Man God's Love Wanted

Chapter 302 Porridge, Really White Porridge 【07】

Looking back now, the conversation between Lu Wenbo and Melissa in the garden, what Nie Jiajun knew, probably referred to her relationship with Melissa.

When the fact that Melissa was her biological mother was exposed, many things that were unclear before suddenly became clear and exquisite.

Including Melissa's selfless kindness to herself, as well as the care and concern for the Lu family, she just wants to atone for her sins.

Atonement, abandoning one's own sins back then.

There is no need to ask more about the matter, and she doesn't want to ask more.

Melissa is nothing to her, even Qiao Ying is inferior to her, she doesn't bother to pay attention to her at all.

Just thinking of how she designed herself like Fu Mingzhu, and remembering that this woman was the one who gave birth to her, her heart still couldn't help but throbbing.

A teardrop silently slid down his cheek and seeped into the pillow.

I don't know how long it took, but the body that was so weak from crying felt a sharp tingling pain in the head.

Lu Xiya turned around, propped up her upper body, felt that her throat was very uncomfortable, sat there for a while, picked up the water glass by the bed and walked out of the room.

There is no one in the living room, and the afternoon sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling glass, giving it a particularly comfortable and comfortable feeling.

She turned around and walked towards the kitchen, poured warm boiled water, drank half a cup, filled the teacup with boiled water, and turned back staggeringly.

Just when she was about to go back to the room, a woman's coquettish laughter came from the study.

Then came the voice of Nie Jiajun, who spoke neither Chinese nor English, but French or Russian.

Lucia couldn't tell the difference, she had only heard of it in foreign TV dramas.

What responded to Nie Jiajun was another woman's laughter, with a very ambiguous tone.

She frowned and walked towards the study without hesitation.

The door is ajar.

As soon as she pushed, the study door opened.

I saw Nie Jiajun sitting in front of the desk, with a laptop in front of him, typing something busy and earnestly.

Standing behind him was a young girl, only about sixteen or seventeen years old, a sexy red-haired beauty with her upper body lying on Nie Jiajun's armchair.

Nie Jiajun's slender fingers played with Nie Jiajun's ear, Nie Jiajun reached out and patted it off, yelling at her.

She dodged back with a coquettish smile, and when he was caught off guard, she tiptoed forward and stretched out her hand to tease him again.

Nie Jiajun was a little angry, his face was tight, his eyes were still fixed on the screen, but he spoke very fast, as if warning her not to make trouble again.

The girl quickly found Lu Xiya, was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and greeted in extremely blunt Chinese: "How are you?"

As soon as she spoke, Nie Jiajun turned his head to look. Seeing her standing there, he was overjoyed and quickly stood up and asked, "You're awake, are you hungry?"

Lu Xiya shook her head, turned her gaze back to the girl, and asked, "She is..."

"Joanna (Joanna)." Nie Jiajun briefly introduced: "My friend's cousin, come to China for a few days."

Lu Xiya responded with a hum, and nodded to the girl.

The girl jumped in front of her and asked her, but she couldn't understand a word the other party said.

Nie Jiajun explained: "She is Russian, American-Russian mixed race, she just spoke Russian, you don't have to worry about her, she loves to play, once you talk to her, she will be endless."

Lucia nodded, leaning against the door frame, her face pale.

Seeing this, the man asked with concern in a gentle and considerate tone, "Are you hungry? I made white porridge, you can eat some."

(End of this chapter)