Lu Jingchi paused and looked back at Mrs. Lu, "Can you live in Lu's house?"

"It's not that I can't live there, it's because I live there alone. I just want to come here and let you accompany me."

"I don't have time to accompany you. If you are bored, you can go find your friends."

Mrs. Lu walked around him and stared at him, "Jingchi, why are you doing this? No matter what, I am your mother. Have you lived here for a while? It's not that there is no extra room."

Lu Jingchi lit a cigarette and threw the lighter on the table. The sound was not loud, but it was very harsh.

Mrs. Lu also sat down and said, "Jingchi, I have something to do with you."

"What's up?"

"You said before that I can share half of the inheritance, but now I get this little, which is different from what you said."

Lu Jingchi glanced at her sideways, "I have already said that the will is very clear. If you have any objections, you can go to the lawyer for consultation. It is useless for you to ask me."

Mrs. Lu couldn't figure it out, "Where is he who wrote a will like this? I will give you 95% directly?"

Lu Jingchi sneered.

When Mrs. Lu heard his laughter, her expression was a little unnatural.

"I want to ask, what do you want so much money to do?" Lu Jingchi looked at her leisurely, as if he wanted to see through Mrs. Lu, "You can't spend it all, and it's not mine in the end?"

"Or, do you actually have another candidate in your mind?"

Mrs. Lu was stunned for a moment, and she looked away uneasy, feeling a little guilty when she looked.

"What nonsense? You are my son, of course mine is yours. Who else can I give to besides you? Am I thinking about Wanrou!"

Lu Jingchi's eyes were locked on her face. The more he looked at Mrs. Lu, the more her scalp became numb. She felt that she was about to be seen through by him.

After a while, Lu Jingchi finally withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Since that's the case, then do you still care about who gets more and who gets less?"

Mrs. Lu couldn't say anything to refute.

He said again: "It's still early now, go back."

Mrs. Lu suddenly looked at him, "Are you driving me away?"

"I'm asking you to leave. If you have to use rushing to leave, I don't mind driving you away."

"You!" Mrs. Lu stood up suddenly, she glared at Lu Jingchi, and her whole body was trembling with anger.

"You are really hard now. Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning when you treat your mother like this?"

Lu Jingchi leaned behind the sofa and looked at her funny, "Then you should be more grateful that you are at least my mother. Cherish this identity and don't put on the airs of your mother at all times."

Mrs. Lu's face changed, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting." He didn't intend to answer her doubts, and snatched out the cigarette in his hand and stood up, "Sister Lin, take the guest away."

When Mrs. Lin had his words, her confidence also came up. The old woman pointed at her just now, and Mrs. Lin didn't dare to retaliate. Now that Lu Jingchi spoke, she naturally didn't hesitate.

"Old lady, please."

Mrs. Lin's attitude became tough, and Mrs. Lu was so angry that she trembled all over. She stared at Lu Jingchi.

Lu Jingchi ignored her and walked straight upstairs.

"Lu Jingchi!"

Lu Jingchi ignored her words, pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

Jiang Lan slept with her back and forked. When the quilt had run down, the window was still open, and the cold wind blew in through the window, blowing her hair in a mess.

He sat down at the head of the bed and reached out to tidy up Jiang Lan's hair.

Her fingers streaked across her delicate skin, and she hummed twice in dissatisfaction, raising her hand to wave him away.

His dark eyes fell on her face, his fingers rubbed her cheeks, and then slowly moved to her lips.

Jiang Lan was uncomfortable with the thick scrubbing on her lips, and unconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked it.
Chapter completed!