Daddy, Here Is Mommy

What is the origin of the eldest childe with them? Is it worth him to look at Lin Yanyan so highly?

Although she had been to the capital with her grandfather when she was a child, she attended the banquet held by the president. But that time, she only saw the second young gentleman Mo Shang of Jun's family, did not see this big childe, and he did not have any intersection?

Is it because the land is far away?

Lu Yiyao's face has been very calm, that deep ice eyes do not see any waves, people can not see what he is thinking.

In fact, his heart is as full of doubts as Lin ange.

Lin Yanyan is the son of him and Lin Ango. Jun Linchuan thinks highly of him because he or Lin Ango? Who will it be?

Despite his reputation, he did not deal with people in the presidential palace. The Helan family has some origin with the emperor. Is it because of Lin'an song?

Thinking of this, Lu Yiyao's heart inexplicably contracted for a while, stuffy, unspeakable taste.

The two men speculated and watched.

"My grandson, how can't afford it."

Jun Linchuan's face became serious, the light in his eyes became very cold and sharp, and his tone was much colder.

"Young master..."

Lu Jinhui's heart was tight, he was short of breath, and his face was a little pale. The body standing upright slightly rickets, the crutches in the hands grip more tightly.

"Well, Master Lu, don't worry. I just like this child. I don't mean to take love with a knife. "

Jun Linchuan saw that his face suddenly changed, and his expression slowed down. He became sharp and chuckled.

"Thank you for your love. Yan Yan, thank you very much."

Lu Jinhui's heart sank, and his face was unnatural. In the unwilling, also unable to resist.

"Thank you, granddad..."

Lin Yanyan bowed his head and looked at the yellow, soft and waxy happy way hanging around his neck.

"Yan Yan, you should call me" dry grandfather "now..."

Jun Linchuan laughed, and his eyes were brimming with love.

"Dry grandfather?"

Lin Yanyan raised his head and looked at him. His face was red.

Jun Linchuan loved him more and more. He held him in one hand and pinched his cheek gently.

"Yes, dry grandfather..."

"Godfather..."

"Well, that's good."

Lu Jinhui looked at their interaction, and unconsciously his face became gloomy. Eyes, rolling complex emotions. Forbearance, uneasiness, and even a little helpless.

"Young master, father, shall we eat and talk?"

From afar, Lu Yi saw that the atmosphere was a little subtle, lifted his thin lips and said in a warm voice.

"Young master, please..."

Lu Jinhui quickly took advantage of the situation and made a "please" gesture.

"Good."

Jun Linchuan answered, holding Lin Yanyan all the way to the restaurant.

The main restaurant in Chengyuan is very large, comparable to a five-star hotel.

Decoration style, antique. The tables, chairs and benches are all made of Phoebe.

The dining table was large with a basin of Clivia in the middle. Orchids are elegant and elegant. The tableware has been placed, completely western style.

Jun Linchuan insisted that Lin Yanyan should sit beside him. Naturally, Lu Jinhui did not dare to say anything more. He asked Lu Sen to adjust his seat and moved Lin Yanyan's seat to junlinchuan.

There were only eight people sitting at the huge table.

Jun Linchuan naturally sits in the main position, with Lu Jinhui on the right, followed by Lu Hongzhan and Gong Hantian. On the left are Lin Yanyan, Lin Ango, Lu Yiyao and Lu Yixun.

In this way, Lu Yiyao and Jun Linchuan sit opposite each other.

Two people's eyes are always if there seems to be no intersection, but they are inadvertently staggered.

Although Lu Jinhui has been trying to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, his face is obviously more gloomy than when Jun Linchuan just came in.

Lu Sen, the manager of Chengyuan, then arranged the servants in the same clothes to pass the dishes in turn.

Considering junlinchuan's eating habits, Western banquet.

Appetizer, soup All the way to the fruit is the order of Western food.

Although Lin Yanyan doesn't need to be taken care of at all, and his knives and forks are also very good, Lin ange still has to help him from time to time. Seeing the bright and golden thing hanging around his neck, I feel a little familiar, as if I have seen it before?

At the dinner table, Jun Linchuan did not speak, and other people naturally did not dare to speak out. Even Lin Yanyan just ate in silence. It was not until the fruit was served that Lu Jinhui made a respectful voice.

"Young master, do you still like it?"

"Not bad."

Jun Linchuan took a special napkin and wiped his mouth.

His tone is a little light, simple two words, showing a arrogance of the world.

Chengyuan's western chef, the craft and Michelin restaurant chefs are comparable.

Usually, most people can't eat it. Unexpectedly, Jun Linchuan did not give a very high evaluation.No wonder he grew up abroad and his eating habits were westernized. Because of his special status, he is not treated as an ordinary person.

"I'm sorry. The Western chefs in Chengyuan can't be compared with the chefs in the eldest childe's house. "

Lu Jinhui's seemingly modest words have a different meaning.

"Well, that's good enough."

Jun Lin Chuan hooked his lips and said in a low voice.

Lu Yiyao has put down his knife and fork, leaning slightly towards lin'an'ge, doting to say.

"Ann, have some fruit."

"Well, good."

Lin an Ge looked at him, his long lashes like a tight comb blinked, and his eyes were filled with smile.

Jun Linchuan's deep eyes, if there is no seem to slip from the two people, the bottom of the eyes sliding through a slightly cold light, fleeting.

Lu Jinhui has clearly captured it. His mood became heavier and heavier.

After dinner, Jun Linchuan proposed to turn around in the garden. Considering his own body, Lu Jinhui let his two sons accompany him. Who expected, Jun Linchuan as long as Lu Yiyao alone with him.

Lu Jinhui doesn't say much. He can only rely on him.

However, Lu Hongzhan felt that he had no face, and his jealousy for Lu Yiyao deepened a lot.

Four corner of the glazed palace lantern, Qi Qi lights.

The night was heavy and the breeze was light.

Orange light hit two people, falling two long shadows.

Lu Jinhui looked at their back, pupil contraction, eyes light become very dark.

"Cough..."

When the wind blows, his tight body can't help but tremble. He has some discomfort in his throat and coughs gently.

"Dad, it's a little cold outside. Go in."

Lu Yixun quickly came to help him, and said softly.

"Good."

Lu Jinhui didn't resist. He frowned and took another look at the distant figures of junlinchuan and Lu Yiyao.

The two men walking side by side were of the same size.

The sky, a bright moon hanging in the air, emitting a quiet halo.

It's a beautiful night garden.

The air, a little quiet.

Everyone did not dare to speak out loud. Even Lin Yanyan's voice was much lower than usual.