Chapter 325: Tonight, stay in my room

old him to get lost!Gu Changqing was about to say something else when the door of the ward creaked open again.Huo Shaoting came in.He was dressed to the nines today, a classic black and white suit, a...By the time he woke up, it was already evening.

The autumn sunset, filtering through the floor-to-ceiling window, cast a pale gold glow upon the person in bed.

Lu Qian woke up early and watched her open her eyes. He leaned over and gently kissed her, saying, "Sleep for a while longer, I'll wake you up when it's dinner time!"

He got up and dressed while talking.

He has a lot on his plate, Ms. Liu has been waiting for him in the study for half a day, but he's still reluctant to leave her, afraid she'll feel uncomfortable when she wakes up.

He cherished his little girl, even though he couldn't always be there for her. He did everything he could to make things right.

Mingzhu is a little shy.

She pulled the blanket around her and leaned against the pillow, watching him.

Lu Qian put on his clothes, bent down to kiss her, then smiled softly.

After he left, she couldn't sleep anymore.

I went to see Wen Man, then went to chat with Mrs. Lu for a while. Mrs. Lu is an open-minded old lady who doesn't hold grudges. Besides, there are few girls in the Lu family, so she finds her quite rare.

In the evening, Lu Qian returned home after finishing his business and saw his little daughter accompanying her mother in picking green beans.

Grandma Lu was still muttering, "This is what I grew myself. No pesticides."

He brushed aside the vines at the head of the pathway and walked past, intentionally teasing: "Grandma, you treasure these little eco-friendly things so much. You never give them to others easily."

Old Mrs. Lu sneered.

She said to the little girl, "Don't listen to your Uncle Lu talk nonsense! If he were a decent man, he would bring his 'little pig' home. I'd dig up everything in my field for him."

"Little pig" Huo Mingzhu was clearly startled.

Then Old Mrs. Lu casually recounted her drunken ramblings.

Lu Qian just watched her quietly, a knowing smile playing on his lips, which made her even more uncomfortable. But deep down, she felt sweet. It turned out that when Uncle Lu was drunk, he would call her name.

The sky grew darker and darker.

The old woman cooked with her own hands, the little girl surrounded her. Lu Qian, who usually rarely touched the worldly affairs, actually stayed in the kitchen...

After dinner, they went back to their room.

At the door, Lu Qian ushered her into his bedroom.

Lu Qian's bedroom was spacious and had a feeling of prosperity the moment you stepped inside. The attached study had an antique charm, with a windowside spot dedicated to tea appreciation.

Mingzhu's expression froze.

Lu Qian rubbed her little nose: "Daydreaming"

She said somewhat embarrassedly, "I've never thought about it before, my boyfriend's room is like this…"

She was very tactful.

What he's really saying is that he's old-fashioned and out of touch.

Lu Qian could hear it clearly, he smiled and went to make a pot of tea very ostentatiously, politely offering her a cup.

When she answered, he said nonchalantly, "Shall we continue this evening"

The pearl immediately drooped.

He is not a human!

She was much younger than him and very good at being submissive. She went around behind him and gently hugged him, acting coquettishly and calling him "Uncle Lu". Lu Qian held her small hand in one hand and finished his tea.

In fact, he had a lot of official duties and was already hard-pressed for time in the afternoon. He certainly didn't have time to fool around now.

Mingzhu did not complain.

He was working in his study, and she was quietly keeping him company nearby...

Lu Qian occasionally looked up and would ask her to get him something. His little girl would happily run around for him.

He worked until late, past 11 o'clock.

Finally had some time, held his little girl down on the bed and teased her.

Mingzhu thought he was a beast, saying they wouldn't come...

Just as they were both starting to feel something for each other, the door was knocked on and Mrs. Lu's voice rang out: "Lu Qian, haven't you gone to sleep yet Mom brought you some supper!"

The doorknob is already turning.

The person in bed was stiff.

Lu Qian quickly shoved her into the blankets, her slippers kicked under the bed, and he himself sat by the bed, feigning sleep.

Old Mrs. Lu had come in, and at the sight of her son's appearance, she said, "Are you ready for bed"

Lu Qian smiled faintly: "Well! I've been busy all day!"

Grandma Lu plopped down in her seat.

She was in the mood to have a heart-to-heart talk with her son tonight, which unfortunately left Mingzhu feeling stifled under the covers. She wanted to move but Lu Qian was pinning her head down with his leg and even reached into the blanket, touching her like he was petting a dog's head.

Old Mrs. Lu finally left.

When the door closed, Mingzhu crawled out from under the blanket, her eyes filled with tears.

"Uncle Lu, I can't breathe!"

Lu Qian gently pulled her out and held her in his arms, looking at her carefully for a long time. Finally, he softly asked, “Do you like it here”

What likes and dislikes!

Lu Qian didn't continue asking. He took the late-night snack his mother had brought and shared it with her.

After finishing a bowl, she wasn't satisfied and insisted on having more.

Lu Qian pinched her face: "Then I'll call the old lady up to make another one for my little wife"

He was so infuriating, she jumped on him and beat him up.

After a long while of acting up, she hugged his neck and still called herself hungry… Lu Qian kissed her: "I've never seen a more mischievous little thing than you! Uncle Lu will make it for you!"

"You would, wouldn't you" she purred, snuggling into him.

Lu Qian smiled and put on his shoes, going out. Unexpectedly, he ran into the old woman in the kitchen.

The old woman was quite surprised to see her son.

Lu Qian lit a cigarette and opened the refrigerator to look for something: "I'm not full, I want some more midnight snacks!"

Elder Mrs. Lu wouldn't let her son do it himself.

She took out dumplings from the refrigerator and carefully placed them, while chiding her son: "You're not a kid anymore. Even late-night snacks should be in moderation. You need to take care of your figure. Otherwise, how will you find a wife"

Lu Qian: ...

The water boiled, the old woman ladled it into a small bowl, and carefully placed a handful of cilantro on top.

I heard that girls these days all like to eat this!

Lu Qian took the wontons and left. Halfway there, he burst into laughter.

He doesn't eat cilantro, but the old lady put it on anyway. It seems like the old lady has really sharp eyes...

……

Dating is always sweet and harmonious.

Their relationship has not been made public, Lu Qian is preparing to stay here with her until the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival and send her back to City B.

As for the future, let's plan it out gradually.

Mingzhu had been confined to the Lu residence for two or three days. She longed to go out and take a stroll, wanting to buy Mid-Autumn Festival gifts for Wen Man and the old lady. She'd also heard that mooncakes from city C were very famous.

Lu Qian's identity was special, so when she went shopping, Liu's secretary accompanied her, and he sat in the car looking at documents.

I never expected to run into acquaintances on the street.

Hello Mei.

Lu Qian's old colleague, who also held a high position, happened to see Lu Qian's car parked by the roadside just after finishing their meal. He Mei knew that Lu Qian's future would definitely be far greater than hers. She attached great importance to maintaining a good relationship with him.

She walked over and tapped on the car window.

Lu Qian naturally got out of the car.

He Mei smiled and greeted, "I saw your car from afar, I didn't think it was really you!", all these years you've been clinging on, haven't you let go Do you know what kind of person I am You might think I'm sentimental, a man who gets bogged down by emotions, but you don't know how cold-...