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

The night is dark.

In Lan's Hospital, Mrs. Lu was overjoyed that her precious grandson finally calmed down a little.

She took time to visit Lan Yuyi, and saw that she was asleep, so she didn't stay long, and soon went back to watch over her precious grandson.

Lu Mingzhen had already visited his grandson, and named him Lu Nian.

Mrs. Lu was very dissatisfied with this name at first, thinking it was too common.

But Lu Mingzhen told her that this thought meant missing his son Lu Shengqing, and entrusted him with endless expectations and love for this child in the future.

Madam Lu reluctantly agreed.

At this moment, she looked down at her grandson who was sleeping peacefully in the incubator, feeling a little relieved.

The child was born without any risk. Although the birth was accidental, it is actually very close to the real due date.

The reason why she let the child live in the incubator was that on the one hand, she really wanted the child to be healthier, and on the other hand, she wanted to lie to Lu Lingche.

After all, in his opinion, the child is only seven months old, a premature baby.

It was too late, she had been looking at the child for a day, and she was already sleepy.

She handed over the child to the nurse and the experienced confinement lady specially hired for the child, and left the bodyguards behind. This time, she went to the ward to rest.

But as soon as she entered the ward, she saw Lu Lingche standing inside.

She was a little surprised: "son, when did you come?"

"It's been a while."

"Have you checked the semantics?"

"No."

"No? I never went to see Nian Nian, he looks so much like you!"

Lu Lingche didn't go to see Lan Yuyi, and Mrs. Lu didn't care, anyway, the child had already been born, and now the most important thing was the child, not Lan Yuyi.

Her brows and eyes were filled with love for her grandson. In fact, the child did not look like Lu Lingche, but her own son Lu Shengqing.

But she still wanted to lie to Lu Lingche, so that Lu Lingche would not hurt the child.

"The name your father gave the child, Lu Nian, is a bit ordinary, but he was born in our Lu family. No matter how ordinary his name is, he will not have an ordinary life, don't you think?"

Lu Lingche's face was indifferent: "You say so."

Mrs. Lu felt his indifference, and she was very dissatisfied: "Why do you have such an attitude towards your son? You don't like this child? This is the continuation of your life. Now that you are a father, you have to love this child with all your strength, do you understand? You have to give the best of you, your love, to this child!"

Deep down in Lu Lingche's heart, he didn't have any feelings for this child. He didn't know whether he was too indifferent or too slow, or because he didn't like Lan Yuyi so he was indifferent to the child. Anyway, he didn't feel that this child was the continuation of his life.

As for love for this child—

He said coldly: "I don't have love, and I don't know how to love, so you don't have to lecture me."

He has always been a little strange. His mother obviously doesn't like him, but she attaches great importance to his child who is fond of Lan Yu.

Before, he thought that his mother valued the child she was carrying because she liked Lan Yuyi so much.

But today when Lan Yuyi was bleeding heavily, she was only worried about the child. As soon as the child was brought out, she immediately chased him away without caring about Lan Yuyi.

In comparison, Wen Bilan cared more about her daughter's safety and kept guarding at the door of the delivery room, refusing to leave.

Facts have proved that his mother actually likes this child more, and she may not like Lan Yuyi much.

But this is very unreasonable. If the mother doesn't like him, how can she like his child?

Lu Lingche looked at his mother coldly, but saw that her eyes were full of dissatisfaction with him.

"Ling Che, I'm your own mother. Can I tell you that you can't do it now? If you don't know how to love, learn to love! The child is your child. If you don't love him, who do you expect to love him?"

"you."