The Innocent Young Master Lu

"Master Zong, there is your courier."

After driving Lu Dingning to the RM building and back to Zhuonuo Group, Zong Jize, who had just got off the car, bumped into Geng Qing who was about to return to the office after signing for the courier.

"What is it?"

On Zhuonuo's side, in order to ensure safety, most of the express delivery will go through the unpacking and inspection of the security department after being delivered, and it will be sent to various departments after it is confirmed that there is no problem.

Therefore, when Geng Qing said that there was his courier, he should have seen the contents of the courier.

"This... you'd better look at it yourself." With that said, Geng Qing stuffed the things in his hand to Zong Jize.

"..." Zong Jize looked at the box stuffed into his hand, and suddenly frowned.

To be honest, Zong Jize didn't think there would be anything shameful in this box.

Generally, those who mailed important or private things to Zong Jize would send them directly to the old house.

But Geng Qing's current posture seems to despise this thing as much as possible.

What was in the box, Zong Jize returned to the office with curiosity and opened the box.

But what was inside turned out to be...

A dark blue scarf! Other than that, there is nothing else in the box.

The material of the scarf is good, but the craftsmanship is a bit lacking.

But it can also be seen from this that this should be a handmade scarf.

But the question is, who would suddenly get Zong Jize a handmade scarf?

As soon as this question came to mind, a figure appeared in Zong Jize's mind - Lu Dingning.

That's right, except for his little girlfriend, who would put so much effort into knitting a scarf for Zong Jize?

Furthermore, it was Geng Qing's disgusted look just now.

It must have been sent to him by Ning Ning, that's why Geng Qing, a single dog, was envious and jealous, so he showed such eyes that he couldn't eat grapes and said grapes were sour.

As for why Lu Dingning didn't bring it to him in person just now, but by courier? From Zong Jize's point of view, he must be embarrassed.

Lu Dingning, who grew up as a boy, probably felt that the crafts of weaving scarves were gay among gays, and he was embarrassed to take them out, so he sent them by express.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this scarf was made by his family, Ning Ning, Zong Jize. His mood at this moment was sweeter than eating honey from a beehive.

Thinking of this, Zong Jize quickly took out his mobile phone and called Lu Dingning.

But Lu Dingning should be holding a morning meeting, and no one answered.

In the end, Zong Jize could only send her a message.

Jize: [Ning Ning, thank you! 】

But thanks are definitely not enough to express Zong Jize's love for Lu Dingning's hand-woven scarf, so Zong Jize wore that handmade scarf when the temperature was not low that day.

Although it was indeed a bit hot to wear a scarf in the weather that was about to enter summer, Zong Jize put it on so capriciously.

This made everyone who entered Zong Jize's office today unconsciously ask, "Young Master Zong, are you feeling unwell?"

If it wasn't uncomfortable, most people wouldn't wear such a thick scarf in this weather, would they?

But everyone who asked this question would get a blank stare from Zong Jize.

Where is he uncomfortable?

He is protected by a Ningning brand warm scarf, not to mention how comfortable it is.

Thinking of this, Zong Jize would always unconsciously touch that handmade scarf, and the curved corner of his lips would be pulled directly to his ears.

As for Geng Qing who witnessed everything from the sidelines, he suddenly felt that being a single dog is actually quite good. At least in this weather, like Zong Shao, he won't be sweated profusely by the scarf given by his gay lover, and can only smile cheerfully...

On Lu Dingning's side, in order to go home early in the afternoon to see her grandparents, she worked so hard today that she didn't even take a break to drink a glass of water.

Therefore, Lu Dingning didn't see the message Zong Jize sent her in the morning until the evening when he was about to leave the company.

"Why are you thanking me all of a sudden?" Lu Dingning looked at the thank you message from Zong Jize on his phone, with a blank expression on his face.

"Second Young Master, didn't you say you're going back to accompany the two old people today? Why don't you go?" Ruan Xiyuan, who was sent by Lu Dingning to help her buy some big mangoes just now, just returned to the office, muttered.

"I'm leaving." She was just confused by Zong Jize's sudden thanks.

Being urged by Ruan Xiyuan, Lu Dingning didn't have time to reply to Zong Jize's inexplicable thank you message, so he took the basket of big mangoes from Ruan Xiyuan's hand and left in a hurry.

When Lu Dingning returned to Lu's house, there were many people chatting in the house, which sounded very lively.

After the parents divorced, such lively scenes rarely appeared in the Lu residence.

Hearing such a sound, Lu Dingning quickly quickened his pace and entered the hall.

"Guohua is brothers, why bother..."

Just as the people in the room were chatting to this point, a voice came.

"grandparents."

Lu Dingning, who was dressed in a rose red suit, was holding a fruit basket full of mangoes in one hand, and his trouser pocket in the other. Without intentionally posing, it became a landscape and grabbed the attention of everyone in the room in an instant.

And those who followed the prestige were a little dazed when their eyes touched the soul-stirring curve on the corner of Lu Dingning's lips.

It was precisely because of this that no one in the room noticed that the eyes of this "boy" with a wicked smile were red.

Lu Dingning remembered that when she left, both grandpa and grandma had black hair, but now their hair has become silver, and there are more fine lines on their faces than before.

Thirteen years...

Thirteen years had passed since she last saw them.

And how many thirteen years are there in a person's life?

Especially for people at the age of grandparents, how many thirteen years do they have...

"Hey, Yining is back. Come here, let grandma see if you have grown taller recently?" Just as Lu Dingning was staring at the red eyes of the two elderly people in the room, grandma Yang Jun had already greeted Li with a smile. The person at the door is a "young man".

"Grandma..." Lu Dingning quickly stepped forward to Yang Jun's side, squatted down, took her hand, and pressed his face against it.

Lu Dingning performed this movement very smoothly, as if he had done it countless times before, but the old man who touched her cheek suddenly murmured: "Yining, do you know? This movement reminds me of Ding Ning Every time that little girl meets her, she likes to put my palm against her face..."

When Yang Jun said this, there was an easy-to-understand yearning in those eyes that were covered with lines left by the years.

And her eyes, although still staring at Lu Dingning in front of her, seemed to see another person through Lu Dingning's jade-like face.