How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The old man of Lu family is very old but still full of energy. He does not live with them on weekdays. He lives in a suburban house by himself and a little nanny. , A good life is not nourishing.

It took more than an hour to drive from the city. When Lu Jiaheng arrived, it was almost two o'clock. When I pushed the door of the small courtyard, I saw the old man teasing the bird in the garden.

It was a budgie, and at first glance, it was very well-bred, brightly colored, with round eyes like black beans dripping, looking at him very energetically.

Maybe the animals are really spiritual. Lu Jiaheng has little patience with small animals, so he didn’t like small animals from childhood to grown up. That budgerigar Lu has been raised for many years. I often grabbed and played. At this time, when I saw him, I was so happy that I shut my mouth at once, flapping my wings and hiding behind Master Lu: "Come! Come!"

Lu Jiaheng looked at the green little thing and tried to hide behind him, and he hummed deliberately with bad intentions: "Two dogs, do you want me?"

The budgerigar, known as the second dog, stood on Mr. Lu's shoulders and hid his head behind his hair. He didn't look at him at all, and he looked terrified.

Lu Jiaheng continued to hum, he hummed, and the bird shook.

Grandpa Lu laughed and scolded at the side: "You stinky boy, is it not easy for you to make a trip?"

Lu Jiaheng no longer amused the bird, walked to the old man, obediently yelled his grandfather: "It's very easy, I'll be here without a phone call."

Grandpa Lu gave him a squint: "So why is your dad's phone useless?"

Lu Jiaheng raised her lips and said softly, "It's useless."

Ergou’s head protruded from behind and glanced away. Lu Jiaheng stood beside the stone table in the small garden, leaning indifferently on his body: "He is here to tell you again?"

The old man stretched out his hand: "I said that you haven't been home for two months, and you can't answer the message without answering the phone."

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows: "He called that home? That's right, it was his home."

Grandpa Lu stopped talking.

Lu Jiaheng didn't even speak. After a while, the old man asked again, "Is it still used to live in a house?"

Lu Jiaheng smiled: "Nothing can hide from you."

"You didn't even want to hide me," Mr. Lu smiled, looking down at his little garden in winter with bare branches, playing with dead branches, "Junior."

Lu Jiaheng gave a "huh" sound.

"What do you plan to do?"

Lu Jiaheng quietly said quietly, "There is no plan."

Grandpa Lu sighed.

"Aheng, Grandpa can't wait for you for long."

The door of the house was suddenly opened, and Lu Hongsheng came out: "Dad, come in quickly, it's cold outside now," he saw Lu Jiaheng next to him, his face sinking: "Do you know to come back?"

Lu Jiaheng seemed to be a non-smile: "Where? This is Boss Lu your home?"

Lu Hong said sharply: "You just talk to your dad! Look at what you look like! Mix with your fox friends and dog friends every day, don't go home for months and months, don't take classes, don't do business, eat It’s a gambling deal, it’s like you are now—"

Lu Jiaheng was hurt by his roaring brain, and he couldn't be bothered. He frowned and interrupted him impatiently: "I went back to the company for an internship during the winter vacation."

Lu Hongsheng was choked and responded quickly: "What do you say? Don't think it's such a simple matter to practice, what do you know? Do you understand the company's affairs? I will let you come if you say it?"

"I don't understand. Isn't it ready to understand?" Lu Jiaheng couldn't hold back the joy. "The company is not yours yet. What are you proud of?"

Master Lu did not participate, and calmly touched the green head of Ergou.

The second dog immediately shouted, "No! No!"

Lu Hong blushed with anger, holding back for a long time, looking at Mr. Lu who said nothing, and his eyes were a little flustered: "Dad, I don't mean that--"

Grandpa Lu did not speak, looking sideways to Lu Jiaheng: "Winter vacation?"

Lu Jiaheng gave a cry.

Grandpa Lu smiled and said: "Why don't you suddenly be lazy?"

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He suddenly remembered that you guessed that the black head with the black face was all stuffed into the can, and the wind and the clouds were a jar for a while, and I couldn't eat enough.

He ticked the corner of his lips: "I want to raise a cat, I can eat it too much, I can't afford it without making money."

On the way back, Lu Jiaheng went all the way to the Grand Theft Auto, which was shortened by him.

Even so, when he got home, it was almost dusk. He parked the car upstairs, stood at the door, and stared at the button of the doorbell for a few seconds, a little hesitated.

After a few seconds, Lu Jiaheng took out the key and opened the door.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Chuchi lying on the sofa, grabbing the armrests of the sofa, and resting my chin on it, only showing a pair of big eyes, blinking and looking at him: "Senior, what do you eat at night?"

Lu Jiaheng stunned.

He didn't speak, watching her silent for a while, and suddenly leaned against the door and smiled.

There were no lights in the room, and the warm red rays of the sunset reflected through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows one by one.

The porch was very dark, Lu Jiaheng lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows were hidden by the shadow, and he could only see the curvature of his lips and the low laughter that came from the overflow.

At the beginning, Zhi Zhi was relieved.

It seems that nothing bad happened this time.

Maybe reconciled! ——Hakuchi's optimistic thinking.

But looking at the previous posture, it seems that it is not so easy to get a good relationship. ——Houchi has withered again.

She tilted her head, leaning her head on the back of the sofa, watching the landing Jiaheng people walk in, and threw the keychain in her hand on the coffee table: "What do you want to eat?"

Chuchi didn't speak, looked at the key for a few seconds, and suddenly asked: "Senior, did you drive?"

Lu Jiaheng yelled, leaned over and pulled out a bottle of mineral water from the box beside the sofa, and raised his head to drink.

The black pressed eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the jaw lines are thin and beautiful.

Hatsuri stared at his throat knot rolling up and down with the action of drinking water, and secretly looked at it for a while, not looking away, quietly raised his hand and pinched his earlobe: "Aren't you motion sickness..."

Lu Jiaheng took a break and turned his head to say calmly: "Motion sickness can also drive."

"Can?"

"Well, it doesn't matter, and mainly because Lin Boyang's car was too unstable last time." Lu Jiaheng said seriously.

Hatsuri recalled that she didn't think that the car was driving steadily, but she was really sleeping at the time.

She slid her head back into the sofa and was a little annoyed.

Her current posture is not very elegant. The whole person kneeled down on the sofa with her arms stretched out and pulled on the sofa arm.

Hatsumi didn't realize the problem too much, because the posture was actually very comfortable, and she was used to it. She buried her head in her knees and secretly felt her heartbeat.

A bit fast.

But she didn't run 200 meters anymore today, shrunk on the sofa and rolled all afternoon.

She frowned, thinking about it, and felt that her collar was pulled upwards by a strong force. Hakuchi raised her head, and Lu Jiaheng held her by one hand and stood next to the sofa and looked at her with her eyebrow raised: What is this posture?"

Chuichi tilted his head and said blankly: "Do you want to learn? I can teach you, very comfortable."

"..."

Lu Jiaheng's eyelids jumped: "Get up and eat dinner."

I didn't go out all day, and I was wearing a plush pink coral velvet bunny socks on my first feet, the kind I wore at home, with two long ears hanging down and pulling down on the sofa.

She went home and changed her pair of socks. Ms. Deng and Mr. Chu were cooking in the kitchen. Chuchi carefully crept back to the room. Guess lying beside the bed. Hearing her coming in, she lifted her noble head and glanced at her lightly. At a glance, he fell down again.

At first, Shuichi was going to touch him. You guessed it with a happy cry and jumped out of bed lightly.

Not let her touch it yet.

Chuichi was so funny that he changed his clothes and greeted him. His father held a carrot in his hand: "What about curry rice at night, don't you eat it at home?"

Chu Garden carried a good schoolbag: "I went back to school directly, you eat it."

"Daddy gave you?"

"No need." Hatsumi put on his shoes and opened the door. "Then I'm going!"

The anti-theft door was closed with a bang, and my first father frowned, looking a bit sad: "Daughter now doesn't let me send her to school, she was not happy when I didn't send her when she was a child."

Ms. Deng squeezed the kitchen knife cleanly and squeezed the potatoes, without looking up: "You are old, too ugly, shameful."

First Father: "..."

When I first went downstairs, Lu Jiaheng was already sitting in the car, and there were several Lu Jiaheng cars. He specially chose a mature and stable suv. Although there is no sports car to pull the wind, but the low-key luxury has connotation, and it is not exaggerated.

Sure enough, Chuichi saw "Eh" and said: "Senior, you are a bit mature."

Lu Jiaheng's face was quiet, quite calm: "Well, okay."

They just left the community, Lu Jiaheng cell phone rang.

Cheng Yi's loud voice could be heard faintly at first, Lu Jiaheng frowned a little bit disgustedly, put on a Bluetooth headset and listened, and should hear twice from time to time.

After the other party said for a while, Lu Jiaheng said, "Ah", turned his head and looked at Chuzhi: "There are a few friends calling."

"Then you go, it's okay, I can do it myself." Chuichi even said quickly.

"I mean, do you want to come together?"

"Eh?"

Cheng Yi was still shouting over there. Lu Jiaheng ignored her and looked at her patiently: "Let's go together."

Hatsumi blinked slowly: "Okay."

Lu Jiaheng turned his head back and loosely held the steering wheel with one hand: "Eat first, I will bring my own."

Not knowing what Cheng Yi said, Lu Jiaheng slowly raised the corner of his lips.

The red light was on, and the car stopped in front of the sidewalk. He suddenly turned around, and the whole person faced Hakuchi, looking at her with dark eyes, leaning close.

"Don't move." He whispered, his arms stretched out, his fingertips protruded through the hairline and reached his ears, his hands reached her ears, and she covered her ears.

The world of Hakuchi instantly became quiet, and all his voice was separated by his hands.

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and looked at a small black head in front of him.

He tilted his head and said lazily: "Who is it? Of course it is my wife."

The author has something to say:

Young Master: I want to raise a wife

Lu Jiaheng, you have the ability to talk, you have the ability to make people hear! You dare! Dare! ! !