Lu Jinshen called home in advance. When he and Tong Qiao arrived home, Aunt Lin had already tidied up the room and prepared lunch.
Aunt Lin is a distant cousin of Lu Jinshen's mother. She has worked in the Lu family since she was a child. She grew up watching Lu Jinshen. She treats Lu Jinshen like her own son, so she treats Tong Qiao as her daughter-in-law. She is very affectionate. It made Tong Qiao feel less strange and felt more at ease.
The suitcase was carried upstairs and Tong Qiao was about to pack it, but Aunt Lin wouldn't let her do it. "Young lady, you are pregnant and need to rest more. I will take care of these trivial matters. You need to look around to familiarize yourself with the environment."
Tong Qiao was not used to being called Young Mistress, "Aunt Lin, Chief Lu and I are not married yet, so you should call me Qiao'er."
Aunt Lin smiled gently, "Okay, then you can take a look upstairs first, and then go downstairs for dinner in a while. After dinner, I will take you around the villa."
"Okay, thank you Aunt Lin."
Tong Qiao left her room. On the left was the master bedroom. She opened the door and stood at the door without going in. The room was decorated in a gray and white style. The quilt on the big bed in the center of the room was folded into neat tofu blocks. There were no messy things on the sofa. There were several books on the coffee table, all neatly stacked together, and a neatly folded newspaper on top. Everything was so orderly, with military rigor everywhere. This should be Lu Jinshen's bedroom.
Next to this bedroom is a small bedroom with sea blue wallpaper, a wooden bed about 1.5 meters tall, a small desk, and a small cartoon lamp placed on the desk. This should be the room of Lu Jinshen's son.
Thinking that Lu Jinshen already had a son, Tong Qiao felt particularly uncomfortable. She flipped through the book on the desk and found the words Lu Ziqian written on it one stroke at a time. The font looked a bit rigid, you could tell. It's a child's handwriting. This should be the name written by Lu Jinshen's son himself.
His son can even write his own name, but...
Tong Qiao subconsciously touched her slightly bulging belly and murmured in a low voice: "Baby, mom, I don't know if this is right? Someone will share your father with you, are you willing?"
"She will have a brother to love her in the future, you should be happy."
A deep voice suddenly sounded behind him. Tong Qiao turned around and saw Lu Jinshen coming in from the door. Hearing his words, Tong Qiao felt even more upset and said dullly: "He is your son, not mine."
Lu Jinshen stopped and stared at Tong Qiao with his deep gaze.
Tong Qiao looked away, turned and walked towards the door of the room. When she passed by Lu Jinshen, he took her arm and asked, "Is it because I have a child that you don't want to get the certificate with me?"
Tong Qiao is an outspoken person and doesn't like to hide things, "Yes, not only the children, but I also care about your second marriage. I hope my man is clean and not used by other women." second-hand goods.”
Lu Jinshen held Tong Qiao's hand tightly, and his eyes darkened for a moment, "I'm very clean."
“Where do clean children come from?”
Lu Jin looked at Tong Qiao deeply and fell silent.
Tong Qiao broke away and said, "Let me go."
"My child, I'm sorry about this. I can't change it, and you have to accept it." After speaking, Lu Jinshen let go of Tong Qiao and left the room.
Tong Qiao rubbed the arm that hurt from his pinching and muttered angrily, "I'll accept it if you say you accept it? I'll leave after giving birth. What can you do to me?"
Lu Jinshen answered a phone call during lunch and went out after eating.
Tong Qiao took a nap in the afternoon. She thought she would not be able to sleep in a strange environment, but she unexpectedly slept well. After getting up, Aunt Lin cut some fruit for her, and after eating the fruit, Aunt Lin accompanied her around the villa.
At half past four, Aunt Lin went to pick up Lu Ziqian from the kindergarten.
Tong Qiao went back to her room and called Shu Xin, intending to report her recent situation to Shu Xin. However, no one answered the phone after several calls. She kept saying that she was not in the service area. Tong Qiao couldn't help but mutter: "Where have you been?" Could it be that you and Huo Yanqing are going on a space trip?"
Shu Xin couldn't get through on the phone, so Tong Qiao called her home again, saying that she was fine in the Lu family, to reassure them. Xia Daiyun said yes repeatedly on the phone, but his voice was a little choked.
Tong Qiao didn't like this sensational scene. After comforting Xia Daiyun for a few words, she hung up the phone. She pressed her sore eyes. In order to divert her attention, she went downstairs to watch TV.
Tong Qiao tuned up a police movie and was watching it enthusiastically. There was movement at the door. She turned around and saw a four or five-year-old boy changing his shoes at the door. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a small bow tie at the collar. Two little boys Navy blue over-the-knee trousers hanging from the shoulder straps, white sports socks covering her straight calves, a pair of shiny black round-toed leather shoes, a bob haircut, and a pink-carved little face, so cute.
Behind him, Aunt Lin was carrying a small schoolbag and also changing her shoes.
This should be Lu Jinshen's son Lu Ziqian. Tong Qiao thought that it would be better to have a good relationship since they would be together for several months. She put down the remote control in her hand, stood up and walked towards the door, saying hello with a smile, "You are Lu Ziqian." Right? She looks so beautiful."
"Hypocritical." Lu Ziqian glanced sideways at Tong Qiao.
Tong Qiao, "..." Hey, this kid... Is she praising him
Aunt Lin said, "Zi Qian, you can't be so rude, call Auntie quickly."
"I don't like her." Lu Ziqian's face was cold and his childish voice was cool.
"Zi Qian, why are you talking?"
Tong Qiao smiled and said, "Aunt Lin, it's okay. It's normal for children to resist when they meet for the first time."
Lu Ziqian put on his shoes and walked towards the house. When he passed by Tong Qiao, he bumped her leg lightly and said, "Don't block the way."
Tong Qiao, "..." What happened to her? Why did she feel that this little kid was so hostile to her
Aunt Lin hurriedly asked: "Qiao'er, are you okay?"
Tong Qiao shook her head.
"I'm so sorry. Zi Qian wasn't like this before. I don't know what happened to him today. He might be unhappy at school. Don't take it to heart. The kid will be fine soon."
Tong Qiao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
Aunt Lin put her schoolbag on the sofa and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Tong Qiao walked back to the sofa and sat down. Lu Ziqian had already turned the TV to cartoons. He watched it for a while, then turned to look at Tong Qiao and saw that she was leaning on the sofa and watching cartoons. She twisted her eyebrows and said, "Sir, Are you childish when watching cartoons?"
The young voice is full of gunpowder.
Tong Qiao endured the small flames in her heart and smiled, "I actually prefer to watch TV shows where police officers catch bad guys, but if you want to watch cartoons, Auntie can only watch them with you."
"Don't think that I will show you the TV you like. From now on, the TV in the living room is mine. I can watch whatever I want." Lu Ziqian said domineeringly and coldly.