Lu Ziming thought secretly, his face was full of excitement, and he felt an urge to celebrate his birthday.
Seeing this, He Xiaoman wondered why her son invited his adoptive daughter, but she still said, "When I meet her later, I'll ask her."
Lu Ziming nodded, thinking in his heart that he would go to No. 1 Middle School again next Monday.
After all, that crazy woman has a very temper. If his mother asked her to go back to Lu's house, she might not listen.
Soon, Lu Ziming returned to the room.
Suddenly, Father Lu and He Xiaoman were left alone in the living room. Father Lu, who didn't say much, looked at his wife strangely, "Didn't you always dislike that child?"
Just now when the youngest son mentioned that he wanted to invite his adoptive daughter to the birthday party, her attitude was abnormal.
He Xiaoman didn't mention the Huo family's matter with her husband, mainly because there were still some things she didn't understand, so she coughed, her eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "It's not that I don't like it, after all, the child lives in our house After more than ten years, there are more or less feelings."
Although he felt that He Xiaoman seemed to be hiding something from him, Father Lu didn't ask any more questions. Instead of focusing on irrelevant people, he might as well think more about the bidding.
**
Here, the Huo family.
When Huo Yao came home, Song Ning had just finished dinner and asked her to wash her hands and eat first.
Huo Yao took off the bag and saw that the second brother's briefcase was also there, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. How dare this guy go home again today
After washing her hands, Huo Yao walked into the dining room and saw that only her parents were sitting at the table. She opened the chair and sat down while asking, "Where is the second brother? Isn't he already back?"
When mentioning the second child, Papa Huo subconsciously put on a gloomy expression.
Song Ning picked up a piece of ribs for her daughter, and said calmly, "He, he went to visit the neighbor."
Huo Yao: "..."
"How long has he been there?" Huo Yao held the chopsticks and spoke softly.
"It didn't take long, it was only a few minutes before you got home." Song Ning returned, paused, and said, "But he said, the one who lives next door is your make-up teacher?"
After her words fell, Huo's father next to him raised his head, quite shocked, "What? Your daughter's make-up teacher?"
Huo Yao twirled his eyebrows with his fingertips.
Very good, Second Brother Gou successfully dug a hole for himself again.
Papa Huo set his gaze on Huo Yao's face, "Daughter, is your tutor living next door?"
Huo Yaopi pursed her lips with a non-smiling smile. At this moment, what else could she say, she nodded, "... yes."
Papa Huo immediately put the chopsticks on the table, "This second child, you never mentioned such an important matter to me, it's really itchy."
With that said, he stood up.
Seeing this, Huo Yao's temples bulged, and a very ominous premonition arose, "Dad, what are you going to do?"
"Go to the next door." Papa Huo pulled out the chair.
She just knew it.
Huo Yao put down his chopsticks with a headache, and said with a slightly serious expression: "Don't make trouble."
Seeing this, Papa Huo subconsciously didn't take any further action, "I've always said that I want to meet your make-up teacher."
"He's not free." Huo Yao pointed to the chair, motioned for his father to sit down, and explained: "...he doesn't like being disturbed either."
Father Huo sat down obediently, then looked at his daughter suspiciously, he didn't believe it at all.
(end of this chapter)