Lu Yuchen lowered his head, and in front of everyone in the magnificent hall, he bit the little woman's earlobe without any scruples.
He spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, hoarsely, "Since I have this free time, I might as well press you down on the bed and make love with you a few more times. Little Luoluo, you don't know how tempting you are to be dressed like this today."
"Look at your little face, as innocent as a high school girl. I can't wait to tear off your cute skirt, press you against the wall, and bully you unscrupulously."
"You..." Xinluo's face turned red unconsciously when she thought of the situation he mentioned.
With a blush on her face, Xinluo glanced at Lu Yuchen complainingly, "Be serious, this is a public place."
Really, this is Zhuo Yarong’s birthday party, why does he have to whisper to her in a place like this
What's more, there were a large group of people following them, and in front of them were a group of Jingtai waiters and Song Xiulan.
Xinluo's face was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.
She could only hold Youyou's hand and lean slightly to one side, trying to keep some distance from Lu Yuchen.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yuchen refused to let go.
The big hand pinched her slender waist tightly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the intimate movements between the two were full of ambiguity.
Such tyranny and monopoly are really hard to look at.
Meng Ze and Lu Qi followed behind, exchanged glances briefly, and then lowered their heads silently.
Alas, young madam, you’d better wish you good luck!
I hope your charm can make the second personality of Mr. Lu fall in love with you wholeheartedly. Only in this way, perhaps, the other Mr. Lu will have a chance to wake up.
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Song Xiulan led the way and soon arrived at the door of the private room.
"Come in, we'll start the feast as soon as you arrive. Yuchen, your mother will be very happy to see you bring your girlfriend with you."
After Song Xiulan finished speaking, she pushed the door open and walked in.
As soon as the door opened, a childish voice was heard coming from the house.
"My nephew Youyou is so stupid. We have been here several times, but he still can't find the way back!"
"And auntie, you are so stupid. You have been out for so long and still can't find your nephew. Feifei is hungry... Auntie, can we not wait for them and go to the table first?"
“This…” The old lady looked at Feifei staring at her with her big round eyes, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.
It would be fine if he didn't wait for Song Xiulan, but Youyou is Yarong's grandson after all, so it would be a bit unreasonable not to wait for him.
Moreover, Yarong’s son Lu Yuchen seemed to have not arrived yet.
The old lady naturally looked towards Zhuo Yarong for help.
“Aunt, the child can’t go hungry…” Zhuo Yarong actually wanted to wait for Youyou and Lu Yuchen to arrive before taking her seat.
But when the old lady looked at her, the other members of the Zhuo family all turned their eyes to her.
Plus Feifei, blinking her round, black eyes with longing in her eyes.
Zhuo Yarong is not a selfish person. When the family gets together, she doesn’t want to make the child cry.
Feifei is not Youyou. Youyou would not care about these things, but Feifei is the type of person who cannot tolerate any injustice.
If you don't give in to him, the child will really be hungry and will probably throw a tantrum on the spot.
By then, a good party will be ruined and it will be difficult to end it.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yarong said, "Why don't we just stop waiting and take our seats."
"Oh Yeah, that's great! Feifei is so hungry, Auntie, Feifei wants to sit with you!" After the little boy said this, he hugged the old lady's face and gave her a kiss.
The old lady was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. Her rosy face was full of smiles. (To be continued)