Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Qiao Yin heard his panic, but she didn't expect that he would be so worried about her and nervous about her.

"Okay, not next time."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she was in disguise agreeing that she would stay at his house in the future.

She tried hard to pull her hand out of his, not wanting to fight with him in front of her mother's grave: "Let's go, I've already finished paying homage to my mother."

Lu Lingche glanced at the tombstone. He came in a hurry to find Qiao Yin and didn't buy anything. He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply towards the tombstone: "Mom, I will take care of Qiao Yin from now on. Please rest assured."

Qiao Yin pulled him back in panic: "What are you yelling at? My mother is not polite to you! Don't talk nonsense in front of her grave, I don't need your care!"

When they got married, he never came to pay homage to his mother's grave, let alone call her mom.

Now that they are divorced, he still calls her mom. Don’t scare her mom!

Lu Lingche took advantage of the situation and held Qiao Yin's hand: "I didn't scream. I should have called her mom. When you come back to pay homage to her in the future, I will accompany you."

Qiao Yin wanted to throw away his hand, but she couldn't shake it off after several attempts. She simply pulled him and hurriedly walked outside the cemetery: "I don't need you to accompany me, let alone call me mom. This is my mom. I call you mom." That’s it, she won’t like you calling her that.”

Lu Lingche was dragged out of the cemetery by her, and he tilted the umbrella towards her side: "How do you know she won't like it? Maybe she will like it?"

"You're dreaming, how could my mother like you?"

After Qiao Yin pulled him out of the cemetery, she let go of his hand and put it into the pocket of her down jacket for warmth: "Don't come here again. This is a private cemetery. You can't enter without the owner's permission."

Lu Lingche originally thought that his relationship with her had progressed a little bit, but now he felt that it was all his illusion. She was still pushing him away and had no intention of getting closer to him.

He could only drop the previous topic to prevent her from getting really angry.

"You still have a fever, why did you suddenly come back to your hometown to pay homage to your mother? Can't you wait until you feel better before coming back? Your mother would be heartbroken if she knew you came all the way back with a fever."       "I drank ginger soup. , I also gave myself acupuncture, and I’m already feeling much better.”

Qiao Yin was walking on the country road, looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and she was actually in a good mood: "Besides, I didn't go to work because I had a fever. It was a rare break, so I just wanted to come back to see my mother and tell her by the way. , the real culprit who killed her has been caught, so she can feel at ease."

As she spoke, she thought of Fang Liuye and asked Lu Lingche, "How are you doing there? Did Fang Liuye say anything to you?"

Lu Lingche turned to look at her and said softly: "I did say one thing, something I have never thought of."

Qiao Yin subconsciously wanted to ask what was going on, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them again.

She shouldn't delve too much into the conversation between mother and son. There were some secrets that Lu Lingche wouldn't tell her, and she didn't need to know.

However, the more she didn't ask, the more Lu Lingche wanted to tell her: "Why don't you ask me what's going on? I thought you would want to know."

Qiao Yin glanced at him: "I thought you didn't want me to know, so I just kept half of what I said."

Lu Lingche shook his head helplessly: "I'm obviously just trying to hide it, so why don't I want you to know? Is there anything else you can't know about me now? It's just that what Fang Liuye told me surprised me so much. I don’t know what to say to you for a moment.”

Qiao Yin's curiosity was also aroused by him at this time. She had never seen Lu Lingche so hesitant before. He was always decisive in doing things and rarely dragged his feet.

She couldn't help but ask him: "What is going on? Can you stop selling it?"

Lu Lingche smiled bitterly: "Fang Liuye said that my eldest brother is not my father's biological child. He is the child of Yao Suhe and her previous fiancé."

Qiao Yin's pupils were shaking: "What? Lu Shengqing is not your father's son?!"

how can that be!