Lu Liao didn't come because he was not in the month. Lin San came with a gift.
Finally Zhang Lu and Zhang Siqi, as like as two peas in the same way, Zhang Siqi today is always dressed up like a little gentleman. She is always lost in the beauty of her appearance. This will see Zhang Siqi, who is exactly the same as Lu Chen, and will be interested in it.
She came forward curiously. Wherever Zhang Siqi went, she followed her.
Zhang Siqi was a little upset about the follower, but he didn't hate it. He just frowned slightly and wanted to dump her.
"What are you doing here?" Zhao Zhenzhen was very excited when she saw Zhang Lu. She only knew that Lu Qichen had a child, but she never thought that the child would be born to him and Zhang Lu. She sneered and ignored the scene, and said to Zhang Lu in front of her, "you are really an immortal Xiaoqiang. Tell me how you got into Lu Qichen's bed and gave birth to this one..."
After all, Zhao Zhenzhen could not say the word "evil seed". It was adults who did wrong. It was not necessary for children to be scolded along with them.
Zhao Zhenzhen sneered, "it seems that I used to underestimate you."
Zhang Lu is well dressed today. Anyway, she can be regarded as half the host of this occasion.
The smile on Zhang Lu's face can't be stopped, but in front of Zhao Zhenzhen, she still pretends to be submissive, "I know I'm sorry for sister autumn, but But she's no longer here. Qi Chen and I I hope you can forgive me, and I can feel better in my heart
It's also a coincidence. Lu Qichen's date is really Zhang Siqi's birthday. Today, three years ago, she took Zhang Siqi away from Zhao Zhiqiu's side.
"Excuse me?" Zhao Zhenzhen sneered and said, "you remember that Zhiqiu is not here, and Mrs. Lu's position is not available for you to sit. You'd better remember clearly for me and put yourself in a proper position."
The more she saw Zhang Lu, the more upset she felt. She said, "don't think there is any legend that mother depends on her son. Even if you have ten or eight children, you will never be able to help you."
"You..." Zhang Lu was very angry. Zhao Zhenzhen's words almost poked into Zhang Lu's heart.
"All right, all right. What are you talking to her about?" Gu Ciyuan came to pull Zhao Zhenzhen. He knew that Zhao Zhenzhen was angry in his heart, so he just let her spread it out.
"What are you doing?" Lu Qichen looked at Zhang Lu being bullied and didn't mean to help at all. Instead, after Zhao Zhenzhen finished scolding, Lu Qichen said to Zhang Lu in front of her, "I didn't want you to quarrel with Mrs. Gu. If you don't know the importance again, you can go now."
"It's clearly her..." For a moment, Zhang Lu felt like a helpless outsider. No one was willing to help him. It was ridiculous.
She wanted to get angry, but in front of so many people, she finally pressed down.
Zhang Lu constantly hinted to herself that Zhao Zhenzhen rejected herself because she was the final winner?
Even if Lu Qichen has Zhao Zhiqiu in his heart, now the person standing beside Lu Qichen is himself, and the final winner is himself.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." Lu Qichen turned to leave and said to several people in front of him, "thank you very much for coming to my son Zhang Siqi's birthday party. I believe that for this son, we all have a lot of questions in our hearts. Here I will not explain them one by one. In short, Zhang Siqi is my son. I believe there is no doubt about this."
Zhang Lu follows Lu Qichen quietly, looking like a hostess.
After Lu Qichen finished speaking, she said, "I really appreciate your presence. I didn't expect Siqi is so big that he can have a serious birthday. Thank you very much
Zhang Lu said that she bowed deeply to the people present, but it was a pity that no one paid attention to her at all.
She was a little embarrassed, but actually she had thought of it for a long time. She laughed and pretended to be indifferent. She said to the people in front of her, "that Don't stand. There's no one here anyway. Just sit down and eat. "
No outsiders?
No, I'm the only outsider.
Zhang Lu thought of self mockery in his heart.
"Wait a minute." Lu Qichen looked at several people in front of him and said, "today's meal is to introduce my son, Zhang Siqi, but more importantly I have another person I want to introduce to you. "
"Anyone else?" Zhang Lu was stunned for a moment and had a bad feeling in his heart.
I always feel something's going to happen.
"Qi Chen, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?" The old man of the road frowned slightly, should come not should have arrived, still have who?
"Please take a seat here. I'll be right there." Lu Qichen, with a mysterious smile, went upstairs to invite Xia'an.
These days of rehearsal really make Xia an tired, plus the massage master's skill, so Xia an feels particularly comfortable.When Lu Qichen entered the door, she took a "Shh" posture. Seeing that she was so tired, she couldn't bear to disturb her. She changed her position with a masseuse. But Xia an, who was lying in bed, did not know that she had changed after her.
She pointed to her waist and said, "please press here for me."
"Here?" Lu Qichen's big hand touched Xia'an's waist. As soon as he opened his mouth, Xia'an, lying on the bed, was startled and jumped up directly from the bed. Seeing Lu Qichen behind him, she looked frightened.
"You How is it you? " It's not Lu Qichen who massaged himself before.
Xia an blushed with shame.
Lu Qichen jokingly looked at Xia'an in front of him and said, "look at your tired appearance, I didn't call you, the people have arrived, let's go straight down."
"Oh, good." Xia an is a little confused. He always listens to Lu Qichen's arrangement.
She got out of bed. She didn't know what happened. The shoes were placed far away by the masseuse. She was going to get out of bed barefoot, but Lu Qichen had already taken Xia'an's shoes.
When he was ready to help Xia'an wear shoes, Xia'an refused with a red face, "that I'll do it myself. "
I'm kidding. How could she let a strange man help her with her shoes? How weird it feels.
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