Early the next morning.
Lu Junhan carried the little girl who went to bed too late last night and woke up too early this morning, and came down from upstairs.
The old man and Song Qingwan had already had breakfast below.
The banquet was held late last night, and the old man met several former comrades-in-arms again at the banquet.
The energy came up, and I couldn't hold it back. I drank a few glasses of red, and then I drank a few more glasses of white.
This drink is incredible.
Commander Lu, who has always been invincible, ruthless, and never drunk after a thousand cups, was actually knocked down by a few glasses of liquor.
A drunken fist was performed on the spot.
If it weren't for his comrades who were pulling him desperately and holding him down, he would have to run to the stage and show off his skills in front of everyone in the audience.
What a shame!
As a last resort, Song Qingwan had to force him to drink a few more glasses.
Finally poured him down.
So, before the banquet was over, the drunk and unconscious old man was helped to his room to sleep.
But obviously, the old man himself felt very ashamed.
When Lu Junhan and the little girl came down, he could still hear him sitting on the dining table angrily questioning the speechless Song Qingwan:
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, would I be so ashamed?! The wine you got must be fake! Otherwise, how could I be so easy to get drunk? You know, I was not drunk after a thousand glasses, and no one could drink it. Pour me! No one!!"
Song Qingwan rolled his eyes at him, stirred the porridge in his hands with his fingers, his eyes turned slightly blue, and he looked mentally weak, as if he hadn't slept well:
"Dad, just admit it, you are old—"
The old man blushed with anger, stood up from the chair, slapped the table with his big hands, and shouted: "Nonsense! I'm only 73 years old! How old are you!"
Song Qingwan said "hehe" twice with a half-smile, and pointed at herself: "I am 42 years old this year."
Then he pointed to Lu Junhan who came down: "This brat is 25 this year."
Then he looked at the little girl rubbing his eyes next to him: "This one! It's even younger, only three years old."
Finally, Song Qingwan took a sip of the porridge and gave him a hard look:
"Here you are the oldest, who is not old if you are not old? Is it possible that Lili is the oldest? And you have the nerve to blame me, I haven't troubled you yet! Don't drink if you don't drink well, if you are my father , I had to throw you outside yesterday, and beat people when I was drunk, and when others refused to beat you, you asked if they looked down on you... Tsk! It's so embarrassing! I don't even want to admit that you are my father! "
The old man: "..."
It seemed that I heard my aunt calling her just now.
Rubbing her eyes, the drowsy little girl woke up immediately.
She blinked her big black eyes, ran over, and asked cutely: "Auntie, were you calling Lili just now?"
"That's right!" Song Qingwan ignored the old man's face that was as heavy as the bottom of a pot, and smiled, stretched out her hand to pull the little girl onto the chair, and pushed a bowl of porridge over, "Come on, baby, let's eat."
The little girl just sat down.
The old man on the opposite side had a sullen face, and with a "shua", he stood up from his seat, pushed the bowl in front of him with his big hand, and then went upstairs with a cold face.
"Auntie," the little girl didn't know what happened, so she frowned in distress and said,
"Is it because Lili drank the porridge from Grandpa, and Grandpa has no more porridge, so he is angry?"
"It's none of your business." Song Qingwan glanced at the old man with a gloomy and embarrassing expression, and said inexplicably, "Your great-grandfather is angry with himself. Let's ignore him and let him calm down."
"Oh."
When the little girl heard this, she obediently began to drink the porridge.
Not long after, the housekeeper came in and reported to Lu Junhan:
"Young Master Lu, Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu have been hanging on the tree all night."
The group of reporters was taken down for interrogation last night, and the guard was questioned.
There was no need for more interrogation at all. In order to avoid torture, they directly confessed to Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu behind the scenes.
The two guilty consciences were caught by bodyguards before they could even leave the gate of Lu's villa.
After catching the man, the housekeeper went to the master bedroom to report the matter to Lu Junhan, wanting to ask him what he planned to do with Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu.
At that time, Lu Junhan was throwing five thick books of fairy tales on the bed, so that the little girl could learn to tell herself bedtime stories, so that she wouldn't force her old father all the time.
The little girl knew a lot of words, and felt that she had to tell her father all the stories her father had told her.
So, when the housekeeper came in to inquire, Lu Junhan leaned on the bed and read a book, while the little girl was seriously telling stories to the impatient father:
"The little monkey on the ground asked the mother hanging on the tree: Mom, why don't we look alike? The mother said: Silly child, because you were picked up from the trash can by your mother..."
The little girl's dark eyes widened: "Huh? Trash can? What a coincidence, Lili was also picked up from the trash can. Dad, isn't he also a little monkey?"
Lu Junhan: "..."
This mother may not want to live anymore.
All right, what about the trash can.
Just like that, Chen Susu, Lu Tianhua and this mother ended up hanging on a tree.
There was a special person watching all night.
You can't die.
But they were hungry, cold and tired, and the group of bodyguards didn't allow them to sleep. It was like death.
Song Qingwan's hands paused.
Obviously, I didn't expect it to be the two of them, but after thinking about it carefully, I don't think it's impossible.
The biggest beneficiaries of this matter are the two of them!
After thinking about it, he still didn't make a sound.
"People died?"
Lu Junhan tilted his head, picked up the porridge bowl in front of him with his knuckle fingers, and his voice was flat.
The housekeeper lowered his head slightly: "That's not true, er... probably because they were frozen or hungry. Anyway, both of them have passed out now. I'm afraid that if we continue to toss about like this, something might happen, so I asked someone to temporarily close the door." They put it down, you see..."
"Let them rest for a while,"
The butler secretly wondered why Young Master Lu was so easy to talk this time, so Lu Junhan said indifferently, "Continue at noon."
"..."
It's summer, and it's the hottest month of the year.
It was a big sun at noon. During the hottest time of the day, the air temperature was nearly 38 degrees. Hanging it for half an hour would probably melt people!
But the housekeeper didn't dare to ask more questions, so he answered, paused, and asked, "What should we do with those reporters?"
After interrogating the reporters last night, they were locked up.
Lu Junhan casually stirred the porridge in front of him, "Hang it up together, anyway, there are many trees in the yard."
Butler: "..."
Very good, the previous young master Lu is back.
Fortunately, no one was killed this time.
Fortunately in misfortune.
After Song Qingwan and the others finished their meal, the old man had cleaned up his shame, and returned to his cold-blooded and majestic appearance.
He came down from upstairs, and said coldly:
"You all pack up and go somewhere with me later."