Lu Yuchen glanced at little Lu Qilin at the side, and said indifferently, "As long as I like her, she is the woman I like. I don't care about the others."
Zhuo Yarong's words almost made Zhuo Yarong vomit blood.
But she had no choice but to point at Xin Luo and tell You You who was standing beside her.
"Youyou, this woman is deliberately imitating your mother. She approaches your father for other purposes. You can't be cheated by her like your father. Such a woman with ulterior motives, Youyou, shouldn't let her She came in?"
Seeing that Lu Yuchen's attitude was cold but determined, Zhuo Yarong knew that her son's temperament was not easily shaken by others, so she immediately asked for help from Lu Qilin who was at the side.
However, she was too anxious and completely ignored Youyou holding Xinluo's little hand all the time.
Little Lu Qilin's character is colder than his father's.
The act of attaching to a stranger like this has never happened in the past.
"No." Little Youyou finally spoke, still in that indifferent tone.
Upon hearing his answer, Zhuo Yarong's face immediately beamed with joy.
But before he could be happy, he heard Youyou's faint voice: "Grandma, I like Aunt Xiaoluo very much. If Dad can't marry her in, can you let me marry her when I grow up?"
He likes his mother the most, and he really hopes that when he grows up, he can marry a wife who is as soft, delicate and warm as his mother.
The smile on Zhuo Yarong's face that had no time to put it away froze immediately.
"Youyou... you... what are you talking about?!"
"Grandma, I said that I want to marry Aunt Xiao Luo when I grow up. If you don't let Dad marry her, can you leave it to me?"
"You—" Zhuo Yarong was so angry that she fell on her back at her grandson's words.
This is what and what, if Lu Yuchen is not allowed to marry Tang Xinluo, his grandson will marry her!
She never dreamed that one day, her indifferent grandson would say such things to her.
"Brat, you think too much. Lolo is mine—" the man domineeringly pulled the little girl into his arms, and took advantage of the momentum to hold his son's hand and slapped it down.
Xinluo was pulled into Lu Yuchen's arms, and before she could react, the man lifted her chin and kissed her on the spot in front of all relatives.
A long and domineering kiss, with an undeniable sense of exclusiveness.
Xin Luo couldn't push it away at all, leaning against the man's chest with her little hand, she made two meaningless 'hmm', and was swallowed up by his kiss, all her struggle and resistance.
It was a long time before Lu Yuchen ended the kiss.
Pushing the little girl's messy hair behind her ears, he looked sideways and said to Zhuo Yarong who was already stunned.
"She is my woman. If you hadn't said that you wanted to meet her, I wouldn't even be interested in bringing her here. Well, Mom, don't challenge my patience anymore. Either the three of us will stay and have dinner to celebrate for you, or we will now just go."
The tone of the man's speech was cold and without a trace of warmth.
Such words, uttered from the mouth of a son, are really frighteningly cold-hearted.
But Zhuo Yarong knew that what Lu Yuchen said was true and he was not threatening her.
From the moment he woke up four years ago, he was no longer her Yuchen. It's impossible to expect him to think of her as a mother.
Forcing herself to suppress the grief in her heart, Zhuo Yarong took a deep breath, and said in a trembling tone: "Okay, forget it... everyone is here today, so we can't disappoint, so let's take her to the table together. Yuchen, mom is up to now Only then did I realize that she is the Alice you mentioned. Xinluo... Hehe, what a wonderful girl."