Lu Yuchen glanced at Xiao Lu Qilin on the side, and said indifferently: "I like good, she is the woman I like, I don't care about others." ”

The son's words almost made Zhuo Yarong vomit blood.

But she couldn't do anything with her son, so she had to point to Xinluo and say to Youyou who was standing aside.

"Youyou, this woman is deliberately imitating your mother, she approached your father for other purposes. You can't be like your dad and be cheated by her. Such a scheming woman, bless you, you say, shouldn't you let her in the door? ”

Zhuo Yarong saw Lu Yuchen's cold but resolute attitude, knowing that her son's temperament was not something that others could easily shake, so she immediately asked Lu Qilin on the side for help.

However, she was in too much of a hurry and completely ignored Youyou's little hand that had been holding Xinluo.

Xiao Lu Qirin's character, but his father is even more cold.

The act of attaching himself to a stranger like this has never been seen in the past.

"It shouldn't." Little Youyou finally spoke, still in such a cold tone.

Zhuo Yarong's face suddenly became happy when she heard his answer.

But before he could be happy, he heard Youyou's faint voice sound: "Grandma, I like Aunt Xiaoluo very much." If my father can't marry her, when I grow up, can I marry her? ”

He likes his mother the most, and he hopes that when he grows up, he can marry a soft, delicate, and warm wife like his mother.

Zhuo Yarong had no time to put away the smile on her face, and suddenly froze.

"Youyou...... You...... What nonsense are you talking about?! ”

"Grandma, I said I want to marry Aunt Xiao Luo when I grow up. If you don't let Daddy marry her, can you leave it to me? ”

"You-" Zhuo Yarong was so angry by her grandson's words that she fell down.

What is this, don't let Lu Yuchen marry Tang Xinluo, and her grandson wants to marry her!?

She never dreamed that one day, her grandson, who was indifferent and cold, would say such things to her.

"Stinky boy, you're thinking too much. Luo Luo is mine-" The man domineeringly pulled the little woman into his arms, and his big palm also took the hand of the little woman 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 a group of relatives.

A long and domineering kiss with an undeniable sense of exclusivity.

Xinluo couldn't push it away at all, his little hand rested on the man's chest, and he made a meaningless 'um' twice, and was swallowed up by his kiss, swallowing up all the struggles and resistance.

After a long time, Lu Yuchen ended the kiss.

Brushing the little woman's slightly messy hair behind his ears, he looked sideways and said to Zhuo Yarong, who was already stunned.

"She's my woman, and if you hadn't said you wanted to meet her, I wouldn't even be interested in bringing her over. Okay Mom, don't challenge my patience anymore, either our family of three will stay for dinner and celebrate for you, or, let's go now. ”

The tone of the man's voice was cold and thin, without a trace of warmth.

Such words, coming from the mouth of a son, are really cold and terrifying.

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 is impossible to expect him to think about her and take care of her mother's thoughts.

Suppressing the sorrow in her heart, Zhuo Yarong took a deep breath and said in a trembling tone: "Okay, forget it...... Everyone is here today, so let's not be disappointed, let's take her to the table. Yuchen, Mom didn't know until now that she was the Alice you said. Xinluo ...... Hehe, what a great girl. ”