Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 470 Night House Dinner

"Sir, there are still seven or eight hours away from the banquet. Do you sleep?"

"Yeah." The night mausoleum did not object. This sleep was not to go back to the room to sleep, but to sleep on the legs of Shen Qianshu. The child painted barely to give him a warm thin and was given to him. He continued to read the book. Her legs are slow to breathe.

The child painted his mouth and asked Shen Qianshu. "Can he fall asleep?"

Shen Qianshu had a quiet gesture. The child turned his head and went to read the book. Shen Qianshu continued to gently gently press him on his forehead. The heart was a little uncomfortable. The headache of the night tomb was not removed, and his heart was in his heart. The condition will also increase at any time.

Lu Jia.

Lujia is a bleak cloud. Recently, the business has been unsatisfactory. There is always an invisible force behind it that is consuming the voice of Lujia. It attracts the dissatisfaction of Feifei in the night and feels that it is a disaster brought by Lu Mengyun. Mrs. Lu is particularly hurt. Granddaughter, crying at home for several days, wants to let Lu Mengyun reduce his sentence, Lu Jia forced the pressure of public opinion, there is no way to get Lu Mengyun out.

Lu Jiasan’s brothers have been much more unhappy this year. In addition to the old man, Lu Jia is Lu Hao’s power. Night Feifei is always dissatisfied, but he also knows that his son is still young, her husband is not used, she is not strong, she has a strong Her family, not afraid of the night house falling into the hands of others, can make her a big injury for Lu Mengyun, which makes her quite dissatisfied.

In recent days, Lu Mengxi has been at home, at home, silently. Night Feifei always likes this prostitute. She listened to her thoughts. It turned out to be the love of the night tomb at first sight, and she never missed it. Night Feifei said, "Let's have a feast tonight, we will go, you Dressed up beautifully, the old lady always likes you, maybe you will announce your marriage with the night mausoleum. This is the default marriage between the two families. Forgive him for not saying anything against it."

Lu Mengxi’s heart, the night house banquet, the Lujia people will definitely attend, recently the night tomb and Shen Qianshu, the night of the triangle love spreads, this Shen Qianshu and the night tomb have a relationship, or have a relationship with the night She was not sure.

Night Ling certainly won't like her.

Only the night, this gentle and superficial, will like Shen Qianshu, a beautiful woman.

The old lady at night also loves Lujia. If she doesn't have Lujia, she wants the second house of the night to be in power. It is an idiotic dream. It must be a powerful assistant. After the night to return to China, the old-age forces in the AG are increasingly cut, the old lady. Even if I am calm, I am afraid I can’t sit still.

Lu Qiming has always been a matter of nothing, eating, drinking and having fun as a happy family, has no ability, and is a general manager in the company, but the real power is Lu Hao, Lu Jia’s old lady, the old man is still alive, no family, night Feifei Not eager to seize power, she is also very clear that she is a few pounds, can not control a big company.

Lu Mengxi is different.

In addition to Lu Hao, Lu Jia's most promising is Lu Mengxi and her son. Lu Mengxi is a girl who is destined to inherit the family business. He has wooed Lu Mengxi and gave his son a boost. She is naturally happy.

Grandchildren, now Lu Mengxi is alone, and the old lady and the old lady are full of hope for her.

Lu Hao and the old lady at night passed through the air, and this in-law was a nail.

Lu Mengxi dresses up, wearing a **** color dress, the earrings are small and exquisite, with a white ceramic watch, no extra jewelry embellishment, fresh and pretty and generous, she looks beautiful, delicate and delicate, stepping on The high heels slowly walked away and the style was outstanding.

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Girls, the monthly ticket is 200 plus more, what?

(End of this chapter)