Three-year-old Congee put on a suit for the first time, and Lu Beichuan's appearance could be vaguely discerned from his facial features. He was wearing a bow tie and small leather shoes. He was led by his father, one big and one small, walked into the reception where there was a lot of wine.
Although he was only three years old, he wasn't shy. He didn't hide behind his father timidly and didn't dare to show his face. Instead, he was very calm and generous, even looked around curiously, and called out to the business friends who came to chat with Lu Beichuan Uncles and aunts.
Lu Beichuan held Congee in one hand, and held a wine glass in the other to greet people, and occasionally let go of Congee's hand. Congee also stood obediently beside his father, not moving around.
"Mr. Lu, this is your son? He's so cute, he really looks like you."
"Auntie, do you mean that my father is very cute?" Congee looked up at the woman holding the red wine with a naive tone.
Lu Beichuan glanced at him, without a look of blame, and took a sip of wine calmly.
Although it was a childish speech, Congee Congee's words directly made the woman smile awkwardly, "Little friend, Auntie means that you are very cute, you look very much like your father, and you will definitely be as handsome as your father when you grow up .”
"Thank you, auntie, but I look like my mother."
'Auntie' was stunned for a moment, she lost the intention to continue the conversation, and walked away with the red wine after a few words.
Porridge grabbed Lu Beichuan's little finger, worried that his father would be angry, looked up at him timidly, and said, "Dad, I want to drink water."
Lu Beichuan looked at him, "Are you finally thirsty after talking so much all afternoon?"
Congee pursed his lips, still a little scared, but soon puffed out his small chest, and said confidently: "Except for mother and grandma, no one can talk to father!"
Lu Beichuan didn't say much, just asked the waiter to bring him a glass of warm water.
After drinking the water, Congee squatted down and hammered his legs, then stood up firmly and stood beside Lu Beichuan.
"tired?"
"Not tired!"
I have been with him for more than two hours, and the child does not feel comfortable if he does not walk around and sticks his legs. He leads him to the sofa on the side and asks him to sit down, and then calls a waiter to watch he.
"You sit here and rest for a while, and Dad will chat with Uncle over there. If your legs don't hurt, come and find Dad. Don't run around, remember?"
After speaking, Lu Beichuan brought him another glass of milk.
Congee nodded while holding the warm milk.
In this case, don't bother Dad. Porridge thought.
Sitting for a while, Congee Congee yawned, he had the habit of taking a nap, and now he was very sleepy, and when he yawned, tears came out.
"Whose little guy is this, sitting here alone?" The joking voice moved from far to near, Lu Shaoyan sat opposite Congee with champagne, glanced at the waiter standing beside Congee, and gave him a " Go away' look.
The waiter was told by Lu Beichuan not to leave here, but he didn't move with a look of embarrassment.
Lu Shaoyan drank the champagne in his hand and said to the waiter, "Go and bring me a glass of champagne."
The waiter hesitated: "But, Mr. Lu said..."
"What?" Lu Shaoyan sneered, "You don't know me?" He looked at Congee, "Congee, do you remember Uncle?"
"Remember!" Porridge grinned and gritted his small white teeth, "But grandpa said you are a grandpa, not an uncle!"
"Congee Porridge has seen my young grandfather? Be good, call him uncle."
Lu Shaoyan waved to the waiter to fetch champagne, then looked at Lu Beichuan in the crowd, and said with a smile, "Why are you sitting here alone? Your father doesn't want you anymore?"
Children are extremely sensitive to words like "I don't want you anymore". No one has said this to Porridge since he was a child, so he immediately curled his lips and retorted crisply: "No! Dad asked me to rest here for a while .”
"Look, your father is talking to the beautiful aunt. How can he care about you? He thinks you are cumbersome, so he leaves you here and ignores you."
"You're talking nonsense! Dad won't leave me alone! He's just chatting with those people! And... and I'm tired, so I just sit here and rest, you talk nonsense, I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Jump off the couch and leave.
"Okay, okay, uncle said something wrong, can I apologize to you?" Lu Shaoyan stopped him with one hand, and then carried him back to the sofa, "Uncle just didn't expect your father to like you so much."
"Of course!" Congee looked at him complainingly, but she couldn't help raising her face triumphantly, and said firmly, "Father loves me the most, so he won't abandon me!"
Lu Shaoyan was absent-minded, "Really? Why can't uncle see that he likes you the most?"
Porridge puffed up his face, a little angry, and didn't want to talk to the uncle in front of him.
Lu Shaoyan touched his little head, "Don't be angry, uncle also wants to know if what Congee said is true, how about we play a game with your father? After playing the game uncle will know how much your father likes you , Of course, you will also know whether you are your father's favorite person."
Congee Congee hesitated and asked, "What game?"
"A game of hide-and-seek, you and your uncle hide in a place your father doesn't know, let him come to find you, and see how long it takes him to find you, the faster he finds you, the more he likes you, how about it?"
The waiter brought a glass of champagne to Lu Shaoyan. Lu Shaoyan waved him away, then glanced at the porridge and said with a smile, "Do you want to try what the adults drink?"
Congee took his curious eyes away from the champagne, shook his head, and refused solemnly, "No, Dad said this is for adults to drink. Congee is still young, only three years old, so you can't drink it. You can't drink it until you are eighteen. !"
"We won't drink it," Lu Shaoyan pulled out the straw from his milk, soaked it in champagne for a while and handed it to the porridge's mouth, "Let's just taste it."
The child's curiosity is not small. Congee Congee wanted to taste the taste of the wine in the glass for a long time. He tried to open his mouth and carefully licked the tip of the straw. Although it was only a little bit, it was bitter. The taste is still exploding on the tip of his tongue.
Congee Congee's small face instantly wrinkled into a steamed bun face, "It's so bitter! I don't want to drink it, it's not good at all!"
Lu Shaoyan raised his head and laughed twice, drank the champagne in one gulp, and was intoxicated, "It's so delicious to say that it's not good, the little guy really doesn't know what to buy."
Porridge took two sips of milk, and then suppressed the bitterness on the tip of his tongue.
Although the bitter taste was gone from his mouth, watching Lu Shaoyan drink the champagne, he shivered as if he felt the same way, "Uncle, this is very bitter and not good, so don't drink it."
"Uncle, what would you drink if you don't drink this?"
Congee pointed to the milk in front of him, "Drink this! Congee should drink this, drink it every day, it's delicious, uncle, try it."
Congee Congee also took that habit, imitating the example, dipped white milk in his milk glass, and stretched it out in front of Lu Shaoyan.
Lu Shaoyan stared at him burningly without opening his mouth.
"Try it, uncle, it's delicious!"
The innocent words made Lu Shaoyan smile, he bit the straw and tasted it, "Well, it's really delicious, the porridge didn't lie to uncle."
"Really! I said it's delicious, much better than yours! This is for you to drink, drink more, it won't be bitter!" Porridge pushed the milk in front of him to Lu Shaoyan.
Looking at the milk in front of him, Lu Shaoyan remained silent for a while, and couldn't help laughing after a while, raised his head and drank the milk in one gulp, "Sure enough, it's not bitter, it's delicious!"
Porridge smiled happily, "Of course!"
A glass of champagne and a glass of milk shortened the relationship with porridge, Lu Shaoyan said with a smile: "Okay, since champagne is not good, let's not drink it in the future, let's go, play games with uncle?"
Congee bowed his head and thought for a while, obviously very distressed, and after thinking for a while, he still refused, "Dad said, let me sit here obediently and wait for him..."
Lu Shaoyan sighed, "It seems that your father really doesn't like you, look..."
Congee Congee looked at Lu Shaoyan, and saw that Lu Beichuan was talking with a woman standing in front of him.
"He also said that he is Dad's favorite son. Look at you, your dad is now chatting with your beautiful aunt while leaving you aside."
Lu Shaoyan glanced at Congee Congee, observed the tangled expression on his face, and continued, "Don't you want to know how much your father likes you?"
Porridge looked at him with blinked eyes, but didn't speak.
"You really don't want to know?" Lu Shaoyan continued to seduce him.
"But...but..."
"Don't be, let's just see how long it takes for your father to find you," Lu Shaoyan said, getting up, hugging him off the sofa, and leading him to one of the aisles.
Congee porridge half-pushed, half-hearted, willing and unwilling in his heart, although he promised his father to wait for him here obediently, but what his uncle said seemed to be right, it seemed that his father really didn't like him very much.
I don't smile at myself very much, I don't hug myself very much, and I never pick myself up from school...
Thinking about it, Congee lowered his head, held Lu Shaoyan's hand, and followed Lu Shaoyan out of the banquet hall.
At this moment, Lu Beichuan is being entangled by Shen Weiyin who "met" at the banquet.
"Beichuan, I apologize to you on behalf of my grandfather. I also heard about Lu's incident a few days ago. Don't blame my grandfather. He is old. After all, he is not as clear-headed as he was when he was young. This incident was also deceived. People took advantage of him, and he also regretted it these two days, worried that what he did that day caused trouble to Lu."
Lu Beichuan looked expressionlessly at Shen Weiyin, who was well-dressed in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "This matter is over, you don't need to mention it again."
"Well, I'll treat you to a meal in two days as an apology."
"It's not necessary."
Shen Weiyin smiled a little stiffly, "How can you say it's unnecessary, this matter is because my grandfather was too impulsive, I..."
"Miss Shen, if you came here specifically for this matter, then I have already said that this matter is over and there is no need."
The three words 'Miss Shen' were unfamiliar and strange, Shen Weiyin's smile froze completely on her face, and a chill swept through her whole body from her back, so cold that she could hardly hold the goblet in her hand.
"Beichuan, I... I feel that between us..."
"Miss Shen," Lu Beichuan's words were still cold and emotionless, "I don't think there is 'we' between you and me. If there is nothing wrong, Miss Shen, please go easy."
Shen Weiyin's face was pale, she clenched her teeth for a while, forced a smile to maintain her proper demeanor, "Okay."
Lu Beichuan looked away from her, and turned to the sofa where Congee was sitting, but there was no one there, only a bottle of unfinished warm milk was left on the table.
Lu Beichuan frowned, but there was not much panic on his face, and he walked towards the sofa without changing his expression.
Today's reception was held by a friend who has worked with him for many years, and the people who were invited were all prominent figures in the business and political circles. The security measures were tight, and it was impossible for any accident to happen.
He recruited the waiter who he arranged next to Congee Congee, and the waiter turned pale when he saw that the person was gone, and said falteringly: "Mr. Lu, no... none of my business, a gentleman came over just now, He said he was Young Master Lu's uncle, that's why I left."
"uncle?"
"Yes! Uncle, his surname seems to be Lu too."
Lu Beichuan narrowed his eyes slightly, Lu Shaoyan.
After thinking for a while, Lu Beichuan ordered the waiter in a low voice, "Go to Mr. Chen, tell him the situation, and ask him to check the monitoring of the reception."
Mr. Chen is the host of this reception.
The waiter nodded repeatedly and hurried to find Mr. Chen.
As for Lu Beichuan, he turned his gaze to the side door passage, raised his foot and strode open the side door, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Lu Shaoyan's number.
Surprisingly, the phone went through.
"Where is it?" Lu Beichuan said concisely, not talking nonsense with him, "What do you want?"