Lu Meiling sat down on the sofa and played chess again with her father. The mother and daughter did not communicate too much, and she was a little cautious.
Wrapped in the marten, you can feel that the atmosphere in the living room is unusual at this time, and the old man is unhappy.
She didn't even dare to breathe, nor did she look up at her father. This unscrupulous son had no strategy in his speech and kept shooting himself in the foot.
The old man lays his chess pieces and doesn't say anything.
Lu Meiling thought to herself, does her father know about the fake Lu Chengguang...or doesn't he know?
At this time, in the kitchen, four famous Italian chefs were busy in an orderly manner. Several servants started, and the fragrance of delicious food gradually drifted out from the air.
On the Lu family’s New Year’s Eve, the dishes are naturally rich.
Many ingredients were airlifted from abroad at noon today.
In the brightly lit living room, Lu Baichuan stood not far away. He was not sitting or standing. He didn't stop until the mobile phone in his palm vibrated for a moment.
I picked up my phone and saw that it was Yang Yiqing who replied to the message, and the other party asked him to call him back.
Lu Baichuan looked at the figure who disappeared in the backyard, then looked at his mother and grandfather who were playing chess. He turned around and took steps outside the yard with a heart.
As soon as I walked out of the living room, a chill came and the moonlight shone on the snow.
He came to the camphor tree and looked around vigilantly. There was not even a bird wherever he looked. He picked up his cell phone and dialed out the number.
The ringtone was very short, and I just dialed it out and connected it for convenience. "What did you say? Black Hawk didn't succeed? That woman is still alive?"
Yang Yiqing's unbelievable voice came, and he was shocked.
Lu Baichuan lowered his voice, "It's true. Lu Yuchuan took her back to the old house for New Year's Eve. He had just met. The child and her were all fine."
"It's over..." Yang Yiqing felt a chill after hearing this, "The Black Eagle fell into Lu Yuchuan's trap and must have been captured by him."
He received a message from Black Hawk that day that he had caught Lu Yuchuan's woman and would deal with her completely.
But since you are caught, how can you be intact?
"Uncle Yang, what should I do now?" Lu Baichuan was very unwilling to accept it. "This child cannot be born. If he is born, there will be another person to compete with me for the position of President Jun Yu!"
Yang Yiqing hung up the phone directly, frightened and completely panicked.
Do you care whether he is President Jun Yu or not? Once Black Hawk is controlled by Lu Yuchuan, it is very likely that he will become a sharp sword to defeat him, Yang Yiqing.
Because Black Hawk knows too much.
Lu Baichuan listened to the dud sound coming from the other end of his phone, and did not realize the seriousness of the matter. He was still thinking about his position as president and did not know that his life was in danger.
In the living room on the third floor of the backyard, the lighting is warm and yellow, which is a Chinese-style decoration.
Lu Yuchuan gave his mother a dark green custom cheongsam, which was wrapped in exquisite boxes.
When the box was opened under the light, the fabric and craftsmanship inside, as well as the exquisite embroidery, made her love unstoppable, and the smile on her face could not be restrained.
"I hope you like it." Although Lu Yuchuan had no expression on his face, he was still very happy when he saw his mother happy.
"I like it!" Han Yunzhi raised her eyes. It's really been a long time since she was so happy.
She looked at her son and said excitedly, "Yuchuan, I like it so much. Thank you, Yuchuan, Mom will definitely wear it every day in summer!"
Her son actually gave her a gift! This is a great joy.
"Mom Yuan, go and hang it up for me!" She was really happy.
"Yes, madam." Yuan Ma was also very happy, and quickly reached out to take it and left with a smile on her face.
This was the first gift she received and the son gave her, which was of great significance.
"Mom." Tong Hua handed over a small and exquisite box, "This is the brooch I designed and made for you, a unique style, I hope you like it."