Master Lu, Come On

In the evening, Tang Luo is also busy with the day, back home as if off the skin.

There are only three of them left in the Tang family. Many things need to be handled by themselves. Even with Lu Zhan's help, they are still busy.

At the end of the day, I'm more tired than getting married.

Nestled in the sofa, she was glad that she didn't have a wedding, or she would have suffered a crime.

They came back late. When they got home, little Lu Chen had already gone to bed. Tang Luo went to have a look and asked him to continue to sleep.

"Tired?"

Lu Zhan changed her home clothes and helped her rub her shoulders. "Don't you go to bed?"

"Go," Tang Luo turned his head, suddenly began to play, stretched out his hand to him, "then you hold me up."

"With pleasure."

Holding the man in his arms, Lu Zhan directly pressed him on the bed. "It seems that you are not tired. Why don't we do something else?"

The atmosphere is just right. Tang Luo's mind is also stirred up. He puts his hand around Lu Zhan's neck and is about to cater to him,

"Wow..."

The cry came in an instant.

Tang Luo couldn't help laughing. Lu Zhan, with a black face and breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Luo, after three months, the child will be able to sleep in separate rooms with his parents."

Tang luoren corrected with a smile, "it's three years old."

"He's good. He doesn't need to be three years old."

Lu Zhan is full of melancholy. I'm afraid he came to conquer himself in his last life. He always cries at the critical moment.

Later, the next day of three months, little Lu Chen was put in the next room by his father. Tang Luo felt sorry for his son and wanted to take him back. However, Lu Zhan was blinded by some truth. Seeing that his son was sleeping well, he simply gave up.

Unexpectedly, when he went to Lu's house later, Tang Luo inadvertently said that he had shared a room with his child. Lu Zhan was called to his study by Lu Minghong and scolded him.

Back to the blue sea and blue sky, is still depressed.

Tang Luo joked, "ah Zhan, your status at home is getting lower and lower."

In fact, Lu Zhan's status is still there. He just doesn't bother to argue with Lu Minghong. He can't understand why the old man loves his grandson. But it's all for his son's sake. Just think about it.

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The second day of marriage is the traditional return.

Early in the morning, Tang Jiajia packed up her things, put on her clothes, and rarely put on meticulous makeup. She went to Yishui residence with Ning Qifeng.

When we got there, we found that Shan Wei was also there.

"Mom, aunt Shan."

They said hello, put the things in their hands on the table, and then looked back at the room. They found that all the decorations of yesterday had been removed, and the room was restored to its original appearance.

"Mom, what are you doing when you pick it? How lively it is!"

There are many decorations in the house, balloon stickers, many things, very festive.

Xue Wanqing asked them to sit down and ignored her. "Qifeng, what do you want to eat at noon? I'll make it for you."

Ning Qifeng looked at Tang Jiajia, her eyes were full of doting, "Mom, follow Jiajia, she can do whatever she likes."

"She? She likes spicy food with heavy taste. She can't eat those things now! "

That's right, but Tang Jiajia's favorite spicy dishes appeared at the lunch table. It just lightened the spicy taste, and the rest remained unchanged.

See two people come back, Shan Wei gets up a way, "you came, I went back first."

"Aunt Shan, what's your hurry? Let's have lunch together!"

Tang Jiajia asked him to stay. It's the custom in Rongcheng that the sun doesn't come back in the morning. So when they came, it was just dawn. It was a bit unexpected to see Shan Wei.

"No, I haven't been back for several days. Now I'm busy. I'll come again when I'm free."

Can't keep people, Tang Jiajia also don't keep, "that's OK, single aunt you on the road careful."

"Well, you go back."

After Shan Wei left, Tang Jiajia came to the kitchen, "Mom, did aunt Shan not go back last night?"

"No Xue Wanqing is washing vegetables. Her voice is a little stuffy. She can't hear her emotion.

Tang Jiajia intuition, Xue Wanqing may not be in a good mood, she probably know the reason, also did not dare to provoke her, very discerning went to his room.

In addition to the decoration was cleaned, other places are exactly the same as her previous layout, the ground table is spotless, it can be seen that it has been carefully cleaned.

No reason, the nose is sour.

Ning Qifeng holds a mobile phone, just reply ten thousand documents, a look up, see her sitting beside the bed, look disappointed.

"What's the matter?"

"I probably know why my mother took down all the decorations."

Tang Jiajia endured sour, "if I were you, I would probably tear it down."

My daughter, who has been raised for more than 20 years, once married, is no longer her own daughter, but also has a new identity: Mrs. Ning.

Yesterday, after the ceremony, Xue Wanqing went back to Yishui residence alone. When he opened the door, there were fragments of morning fireworks on the floor. The decoration in the room was very festive. It seemed that he could see the bustling and festive morning with his eyes closed.

Just, open eyes, but a room is quiet.

The temperature of the whole room dropped, and her heart was blocked. She put her hand on the doorknob, and felt as if all her strength had been emptied, empty and desolate.

Shan Wei is also here at this time. They are all people with daughters. Naturally, they can understand Xue Wanqing's mood.

She went into the room and picked it up. Xue Wanqing stopped at first, but she suddenly got up and took off the happy words on the glass. Shan Wei was stunned and didn't ask. Seeing that Xue Wanqing took down the rest of the decorations bit by bit, she sighed in her heart and helped.

In the evening, Xue Wanqing was lying on the bed. She only felt that the room was very quiet. But when she thought about it, she was not so lonely because there was someone else with her. She thought wildly. She only closed her eyes near two o'clock, and woke up at five o'clock. She didn't sleep at all and got up to make breakfast.

Shan Wei got up in the morning, breakfast was on the table, "why not for a while?"

"Shan Wei," Xue Wan cleared her mind, "thank you for coming with me yesterday."

"Don't be so polite. I'll be alone when I go back. I'll accompany you. Quandang is boring."

Xue Wanqing drank porridge and sighed, "I thought Jiajia was married. I'm the happiest one, but I can see she's out of this door..."

It's always uncomfortable.

"Although Jiajia is married, she will definitely come back often. In fact, it's not much different from not getting married."

"You're right," Xue Wanqing said, and it's not so uncomfortable. "Well, let's have a meal. They should come back later!"

Later, when they arrived at yishuiju, they had just finished breakfast. Tang Jiajia took bread and poured milk for Ning Qifeng. "Eat it. My mother is in a bad mood. I dare not provoke her."

Ning Qifeng said, "because of you? The mother should change her mind. In fact, she has a son. "