Wife is not tired of fraud:Lord Lou,I was wrong!

"Auntie..." Jiang Xiaomi can't help but stop.

Luo Yanrong raised her head: "what's the matter?"

Jiang Xiaomi is not interested in those ordinary photos. She presses the bag on the sofa down, and the camera is just aimed at the photo album in Luo Yanrong's hand: "I suddenly want to have a look, Lou Zha Er, do you have any interesting photos of Lou tianqin? "

Interesting?

What did she mean?

Luo Yanrong asked, "what's interesting?"

"Well, it's like it looks funny."

Inspired by the Luo Yanrong hit a loud finger: "I understand, this of course."

In order to satisfy Jiang Xiaomi's curiosity, Luo Yanrong rummaged through a pile of photo albums, and soon took out one and handed it over.

Jiang Xiaomi looked straight in an instant.

That's Lou tianqin, 17 years old. However, it's disappointing that Lou tianqin was not as green and simple as he thought when he was a teenager. His manner doesn't look much different from the current situation. At first glance, he looks old.

"Isn't that interesting?" Did the aunt not understand her?

"No, look carefully. Did he draw a scissors hand?"

Reminded by Luo Yanrong, Jiang Xiaomi reexamines the photos and finally finds two fingers standing up in the bottom corner.

Jiang Xiaomi smoked the corner of his mouth and looked over in disbelief: "Auntie, is this the most interesting photo of Lou tianqin?"

Luo Yanrong was still intoxicated with himself: "yes, he used to hate scissors hands most. When he took photos, he was reluctant to take photos, and finally he was forced to do nothing by his father."

I can't help laughing at the thought of that.

The two men who were talking about business upstairs came out. Lou tianqin held the stairs with one hand and looked down at the two women who were talking about business.

Lou Jiefeng also looked down on the railing.

"What a beautiful scene." Lou Jiefeng deliberately looked at his son, full of deep meaning.

Lou tianqin shrugged: "dinner is ready."

Lou tianqin came down the stairs. Jiang Xiaomi looked up. The man's steps were steady and graceful, just like the noble emperor's sense of seeing down the jade steps.

The servant had already arranged the table. The tablecloth was decorated with petals. The oval table was full of delicious food. Four people sat down separately.

"Xiaomi, you can put your bag over there." When Luo Yanrong saw that she was carrying bags everywhere, she couldn't help but wonder what was in them.

Jiang Xiaomi embarrassed smile: "it doesn't matter, I have a mobile phone in my bag, I'm afraid the company can't hear."

"Bring up your cell phone." Lou tianqin picked up his chopsticks and glanced at her.

No way, had to obediently take out the mobile phone, servant immediately forward to her bag to hang up on the shelf.

After dinner, Jiang Xiaomi is absent-minded. She always looks at the bag, and the button size camera is always facing the wall

There was nothing to talk about at the dinner table, most of it was nothing to talk about.

Lou tianqin saw that Jiang Xiaomi didn't know how to eat, and suddenly said, "is the food not to your taste? Do you want to add some pepper or something?"

Ginger millet chrysanthemum suddenly a tight: "I feel very good."

"So you like spicy food?" Luo Yanrong seems to be surprised.

Jiang Xiaomi quickly denied: "it's not very edible. I eat a little occasionally."

"It doesn't matter. I happen to have a cook from Hunan who can serve you two whole spicy dishes."

"No, I'll take this."