Married to the Male Lead’s Brother

Grandma said, "Xiaojue must be safe and happy in the future."

Lu Jue was forced to touch his head, he blinked, but he didn't hate this feeling.

Mrs. Song was worried that her good grandson would not like it. She just touched it and then withdrew her hand, but she was already overjoyed.

Mother Lu looked greedy, "Xiaojue, mother also wants to touch your head."

When she was a child, although Xiao Lujue didn't like it, but she reluctantly hugged her son and held it up, and touched his little head.

Not since he's grown up, he's dodged and resists touches and hugs.

Ning Zhi held Lu Jue's face and turned to Mother Lu. She coaxed Lu Jue, "Let mother touch your head."

Lu Jue pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and did not respond.

Mother Lu tried to reach out and gently touched the bangs on her son's forehead. The touch of the soft hair made her heart tremble, and the corners of her eyes were sour. Just like when she was a child, her son was so obedient.

"Xiao Jue, Auntie also wants to..." However, before Song Rou finished her words, Lu Jue turned to start and ignored her at all.

Song Rou snorted, "Xiao Jue, it's not good for you to be biased like this."

"My good grandson is the best." Mrs. Song went back, and in front of the good grandson, the youngest daughter had to give in.

On the side, Lu Yuanyuan quietly watched Old Madam Song, Mother Lu, and Song Rou, their conversation always revolved around Lu Jue, and only Lu Jue was in their eyes.

And he, like an outsider, watched them love and care about Lu Jue.

The expression on Lu Yuanyuan's face was not obvious, and he patiently and quietly listened to the elders chatting.

Mother Lu asked Mrs. Song, "Mom, how is your health recently? Is your heart still cramping?"

Mrs. Song has a heart attack. She has been taking medicine and will go to the hospital for regular check-ups.

"Don't worry, my spirit is very good recently, and I keep the medicine with me."

The family hired Mrs. Song to take care of her, but Mrs. Song did not like someone to follow her closely, she always felt uncomfortable being followed. Therefore, most of the time, she makes the nurse only responsible for her diet, and usually makes more medicated meals.

When Mother Lu saw that her mother's face was really good, she was relieved.

Ning Zhi watched from the side. At noon, at the dinner table, she saw Song Jinye, Mother Lu's eldest brother.

Ning Zhi still remembered that at the funeral of Mrs. Song, the eldest uncle had a bad attitude towards Lu Jue. He obviously put his anger and responsibility on Lu Jue, so she had a bad impression of the eldest uncle.

Ning Zhi looked at Mrs. Song, who was still smiling kindly and lovingly at the grandson of Lu Jue.

It was hard for Ning Zhi to imagine that soon after, the old lady suddenly fell ill.

She was a little nervous, afraid that she would not be able to save her grandmother again, so she could only helplessly watch Lu Jue squatting in a dark corner, soaking in the rain alone.

Ning did not know when Grandma Song got sick in detail, but she only knew that it was probably in the afternoon.

Ning Zhi kept his heart and kept waiting.

In the afternoon, my grandmother got up to go to the tea room to drink tea. Her old man likes to drink tea the most, but she can't drink too much. She only takes two cups a day to enjoy the taste.

"Grandma, my brother and I will go have tea with you." Lu Yuanyuan said proactively, "It's rare that we have time on vacation now, we should spend more time with you."

Mrs. Song nodded happily, "Good boy, you have your heart."

Mother Lu was chatting with her younger sister Song Rou, and when she heard Lu Yuanyuan's words, she smiled and agreed: " Yuanyuan and Xiaojue will spend more time with grandma."

The tea room is on the second floor. There are a lot of tea leaves that Mrs. Song likes in it. There are also many famous paintings hanging on the walls of the room. Green potted plants are placed on the windowsill and on the table, which gives a sense of tranquility and comfort.

Mrs. Song was a little hot, she took off her thin coat.

Lu Yuanyuan took the initiative to take her coat, "Grandma, I'll help you hang it up."

"Okay." Grandma Song handed him the clothes.

Lu Yuanyuan hung Mrs. Song's clothes on the clothes rack by the door.

Mrs. Song sat down at the coffee table. She looked at her grandson Lu Jue, "Sit down, Xiao Jue, I remember that you like sweeter tea. I'll make it for you later."

Grandma really hurts Lu Jue.

Lu Yuanyuan smiled and walked to Lu Jue's seat and sat down, "Today, I got my brother's light, and I can drink tea made by my grandmother. I heard from my mother that you have won an award in tea art before, grandma."

Grandma Song waved her hand, "Those are nothing."

She got up and walked over to the wooden shelf to pick out tea leaves.

Ning Zhi waited aside, she remembered that her grandmother fell ill in the tea room.

Mrs. Song poured the boiled hot water into the Zisha teapot, and then she slowly washed the tea leaves.

Ning Zhi felt a little nervous for no reason.

Hot smoke curled up, and the aroma of tea overflowed.

After a while, Ning Zhi suddenly saw Grandma Song frowning, and the look on her face was a little wrong.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she was about to step forward. On the opposite side, Lu Yuanyuan saw the change in her grandmother's face, and the light in his eyes changed.

He stood up, smiled and said to Mrs. Song, "Grandma, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Mrs. Song nodded.

Lu Yuanyuan strode out, and when he passed the clothes rack, his hand touched the coat on it, and then strode out, closing the tea room door.