Lu Yuchen glanced at little Lu Qilin beside him, and said indifferently, "I like it, she is the woman I like, I don't care about the others."

For his son, Zhuo Yarong almost vomited blood.

But she couldn't do anything about her son, so she pointed at Xinluo and said to Youyou who was standing beside her.

"Youyou, this woman is deliberately imitating your mother. She has other purposes in approaching your father. You can't be deceived by her like your father. Such a woman with ulterior motives, you said, shouldn't you let her Did she come in?"

Zhuo Yarong saw that Lu Yuchen's attitude was cold but firm, and knew that her son's temper was not something that others could easily shake, so she immediately asked Lu Qilin for help.

However, she was so anxious that she completely ignored the little hand that Youyou had been holding Xinluo.

Little Lu Qilin's character is even colder than his father's.

The act of being attached to a stranger like this has never happened before.

"Shouldn't." Xiao Youyou finally spoke in that cold tone.

When Zhuo Yarong heard his answer, her face suddenly became happy.

But before I could be happy, I heard Youyou's faint voice: "Grandma, I like Aunt Xiaoluo very much. If Dad can't marry her, when I grow up, can you let me marry her?"

He likes his mother the most, and he really hopes that when he grows up, he can marry a wife who is as soft, tender and warm as his mother.

The smile on Zhuo Yarong's face was too late to hide, and suddenly froze.

"Youyou...you...what nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Grandma, I said that I want to marry Aunt Xiao Luo when I grow up. If you don't let Dad marry her, can you leave it to me?"

"You—" Zhuo Yarong fell to her knees with anger at her grandson's words.

What the hell is this? If Lu Yuchen is not allowed to marry Tang Xinluo, his grandson will marry her! ?

She never dreamed that one day, the indifferent grandson would say such words to her.

"Stinky boy, you're thinking too much. Lolo is mine—" The man domineeringly pulled the little woman into his arms, and his big palms took advantage of the situation to hold his son's hand and patted the little woman down.

Xinluo was pulled into Lu Yuchen's arms. Before she could react, the man lifted her chin and kissed her on the spot in front of all the relatives.

A long and domineering kiss, with an unquestionable monopoly.

Xinluo couldn't push it away at all, her small hand pressed against the man's chest, and she made two meaningless "um", and his kiss swallowed up all the struggle and resistance.

After a long time, Lu Yuchen ended the kiss.

Pulling the little woman's messy hair behind his ears, he turned his eyes and said to Zhuo Yarong, who was already stunned.

"She's my woman, and if you didn't say you wanted to meet her, I wouldn't even be interested in bringing her here. Okay mom, don't challenge my patience, or our family of three will stay for dinner to celebrate for you, or we're now Just go."

The tone of the man's speech was cool and thin without a trace of warmth.

Such words, uttered from a son's mouth, are truly terrifyingly cold-hearted.

But Zhuo Yarong knew that everything Lu Yuchen said was true, and he wasn't threatening her.

From the moment he woke up four years ago, he was no longer her Yuchen. It is impossible to expect him to think for her and to be concerned about her mother's thoughts.

Forcefully suppressing the grief in her heart, Zhuo Yarong took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, forget it... everyone is here today, so if you can't spoil the fun, let's take her to the table. Yuchen, mom is here. Only now do I know that she is the Alice you said. Xinluo... Hehe, she is such a powerful girl."

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