Mrs. Lu rolled her eyes at him: "You think I am as brainless as your mother! Don't worry, I know what's appropriate and will pretend to know nothing."
"But--, dad, please don't tell him." Lu Chenxu was still a little worried.
Mrs. Lu pushed him and glared: "Go to the hospital to see Xiao Su. When did you become as unlucky as a woman? I have everything, and I won't ruin your affairs!"
Lu Chenxu had no choice but to drive to the hospital.
After Mrs. Lu returned, she walked into the room and saw her son and her granddaughters happily watching TV in the living room.
She coughed slightly and said in a serious tone: "Lu Wenxiang, come here!"
When Father Lu heard this, he hurried over and said, "Mom, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Mother Lu pulled him into the study and carefully closed the door.
"What do you think? You are so brave. You are still in contact with Li Qiuhe and asked, is Xiao Su your daughter?" Mother Lu glared at her son.
Father Lu was startled and quickly held Mrs. Lu's arm to please her: "Mom, don't be angry. I swear, Xiao Su is really not my daughter. I am good to them only because I feel guilty.
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Mrs. Lu looked at him, unable to be really angry after all. She sighed softly, pulled up a stool and sat down: "I know, I have always felt ashamed of Li Qiuhe these years. In fact, I know that his family wanted a baby back then.
A gift of a thousand yuan, you tried to ask me for money several times, but I deliberately changed the subject."
"Wen Xiang, don't blame your mother for being cruel. Every mother is selfish and hopes that her children will have a bright future. Your father and I saved the money with great difficulty and kept it for you to study.
.Neither your father nor I want you to give up the opportunity to go to college for Li Qiuhe. So, in those days, I deliberately ignored you and deliberately found various topics to prevent you from asking for money."
Father Lu lowered his head, with a trace of shame on his face: "Mom, stop talking, it's all in the past."
"Okay, let's not talk about the past. Now, your wife is angry, what are you going to do?"
Father Lu was a little embarrassed: "I will explain it to her when I go back tonight. She is a good woman and will forgive me."
Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, Mrs. Lu nodded.
"Now accompany me to the opposite door!"
"Opposite door, what are you doing?" Father Lu looked confused.
Mrs. Lu looked at the time and saw that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon: "Xiao Su just ran out crying. I'm afraid the two children across the door haven't had lunch yet. Let's go make some for them!"
She was afraid that her son would be excited when she heard that Xiao Su had been in a car accident, so Mrs. Lu concealed the fact that Xiao Su was hit by a car.
"We?" Father Lu was a little confused.
When did my mother become so caring and like children?
Mrs. Lu stared at him and said with a certain tone: "Aren't you the best at making braised noodles? Go and make some braised noodles for you!"
"Me? Mom——" Father Lu resisted a little.
"If you don't cook, why don't you ask me to cook? I'm over seventy years old."
Mrs. Lu couldn't allow him to refuse and directly pulled him to knock on the door opposite.
Sure enough, the three little guys hadn't had lunch yet. Long Bai was so hungry that he kept calling Xiao Su, but couldn't get through.
Long Qian was holding her cell phone and discussing with Lu Zixun what takeaways to eat!
"Who are you?" Long Bai opened the door with a wary look on his face.
Madam Lu looked at his chubby little face and listened to his soft and cute voice, and her heart almost melted.
"I am Zizhong's great-grandmother. You haven't eaten yet. How about I cook it for you?"
