In recent years, Zhuo Yarong has become more and more attached to her mother's home.
There was no way. There were two children in the family. The older one was cold and unruly, and the younger one was cold and silent. They were not very close to her.
She stayed alone in the huge Lu family and often felt cold and lonely.
But when she returned to her parents' home, her family members liked to surround her, and the little boy Zhuo Yunfei made her laugh so hard that she couldn't stop.
Over time, Zhuo Yarong's heart became biased.
But she herself hasn't realized it yet.
"Fei Fei knows. Fei Fei will definitely not do that next time. Oh, nephew You You, you are my aunt's grandson. You must have prepared a gift for her, right? What did you prepare? Show it to us so we can see it, okay?"
Zhuo Yunfei's words were actually very rude.
But because he is a child, there are no so many rules for his speech. Even if he says something too much, adults will think that this is a manifestation of the child's innocent and innocent words.
"Fei Fei, You You is your aunt's grandson, so of course you will prepare a birthday gift for your aunt. You are so young, but you are so worried and nosy!"
"How can this be considered as meddling too much? Feifei is just concerned about her aunt. Feifei is very filial, Yarong, don't you think so?"
The old aunt simply couldn't bear to see her little grandson being scolded. As soon as Tang Mi pretended to blame Zhuo Yunfei, she rushed to hug Zhuo Yunfei, rubbed his little head, and held him in her arms.
"Haha, yes." Zhuo Yarong curled her lips and smiled, but her expression did not look very good.
She actually knew that Lu Yuchen and Lu Qilin would naturally not forget her birthday gift.
However, these two people are low-key and do not like to be high-profile. Even if they give her gifts, they will give them privately at home.
There was no way that the two of them would be like Zhuo Yunfei, who gave her a valuable gift in front of everyone and said sweet words to congratulate her.
In the past, Zhuo Yarong, like Lu Yuchen and Lu Qilin, did not like to be high-profile.
But when women get older, they like the hustle and bustle, especially when they have grandchildren, they can't help but like to compare.
Her own grandson rarely smiles and doesn't know how to talk to her to comfort her.
On the contrary, her brother's child, her little nephew, is very sweet-talker and knows how to coax people.
In comparison, Zhuo Yarong would naturally prefer a child who can talk and coax others.
"Youyou, it's your grandma's birthday. What gift have you prepared? Your uncle has already given a gift. You can also take out your gift and show it to your grandma to make her happy."
The old aunt continued Zhuo Yunfei's words personally so that Zhuo Yunfei would not appear rude or embarrassed.
Zhuo Yarong knew Lu Qilin's personality very well. With his cold character, not only would he not answer the old lady's questions casually, but even if he talked to her, he probably wouldn't have brought any gifts.
She was about to open her mouth to smooth things over when she heard a pleasant voice, "Well, I have prepared a gift. I wanted to give it to grandma after I got back to give her a surprise."
The corners of little Lu Qilin's lips curved slightly, and his delicate little face had a faint smile.
Seeing this smile, Zhuo Yarong almost thought she was seeing things.
Ever since Tang Xinluo passed away, Youyou has been good in every way except that he doesn't like to laugh.
Just like Yuchen, his attitude is better only when he just wakes up. After that cute time, it’s hard to see him in a friendly mood.
So many years have passed, and this is the first time that Zhuo Yarong has seen a smile on the child's face since Tang Xinluo left.
Not to mention, he spoke such a long string of words in one breath. (To be continued)