When Gu Beisheng heard her voice, he felt a chill in his heart.
A bad premonition spread in the left atrium.
Fu Xizhou frowned coldly and did not look at her.
Jiang Yu's eyes dimmed, then he looked at Lu Sinian and Lu Jinchen, and said softly: "Brother Sinian, brother Jinchen."
Lu Jinchen did not speak, but walked towards Mrs. Lu.
Lu Sinian looked slightly cold and said casually, with a hint of irony: "I remember once saying that I don't have a sister like you."
Jiang Yu was stunned, unwilling to pay attention to her, and could not find the steps for a while.
Lu Jinchen raised his eyebrows: "If you forget, I can remind you again. Call me brother again, and I will ask the housekeeper to take you away from the Lu family."
Jiang Yu's face instantly turned pale, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't say a word.
Song Yuyuan's slender eyebrows frowned slightly.
Jiang Yu is her guest after all.
Why are her brothers so disrespectful to her?
She subconsciously looked at Gu Beisheng, who was standing between them.
She has long black and smooth hair, and her face is delicate and beautiful, surpassing all the female artists in the entertainment industry.
With her slender legs, slender waist, and slender shoulders, she looked like a beauty walking out of a painting from every angle.
She had to admit Gu Beisheng's beauty.
She didn't know why, but she felt that her brothers were so targeted at Jiang Yu, more or less because of Gu Beisheng.
She pursed her lips gently, adjusted the atmosphere, and showed a faint smile: "Since you are here, let's light up the incense. Don't waste time."
Mrs. Lu also felt that the atmosphere was a bit delicate, and did not want to make her granddaughter's death anniversary a mess, so she also said: "Come over, everyone."
Gu Beisheng looked at Mrs. Lu. She frowned. She was much older than the last time he saw her, and her hair was all white.
When I saw Mrs. Lu's sad eyes when she looked at "her" urn, my heart ached slightly.
Grandma doesn't know yet that she is still alive.
Lu Jiuqi looked at Gu Beisheng inadvertently. When he saw her eyes, his eyes moved slightly, with a hint of doubt.
Sister Shengsheng's eyes are extremely complex, yet extremely simple.
Feeling distressed, unable to speak, sad, reluctant to give up...
They gather together to care about grandma.
I can't bear my grandma being so sad for my dead sister.
Just like the way she looked at her grandma.
The way Gu Beisheng looked at his grandma didn't seem like he was looking at someone who had nothing to do with him.
Rather, they are like relatives connected by blood.
In her memory, grandma and Sister Shengsheng had no bond.
Why is there such a look?
She said casually: "Sister Shengsheng, I heard from grandma that this time, you embroidered a purse for my eldest sister again."
"Um."
Gu Beisheng looked back at Mrs. Lu and handed the box to her: "This is it."
Mrs. Lu also looked over.
Lu Jiuqi opened the box and when he saw the purse, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's so beautiful."
Orange, creamy yellow, white, yellow, purple, blue and pink hyacinths come together.
It's lifelike and so beautiful that people can't help but take a second look.
Jiang Yu also looked over, and for a moment, she thought Lu Jiuqi was holding flowers.
Gu Beisheng's embroidery is actually so good.
Mrs. Lu also liked it very much and praised: "Miss Gu's skills are so good. How long have you been practicing?"
"I've been studying since I was a child." Gu Beisheng replied truthfully.
Jiang Yu looked at it, frowned, and said in disbelief: "Sister Shengsheng, why do you embroider blue and purple hyacinths on your purse?"
After saying that, she pretended to be kind and reminded: "Don't you know the flower language of these two colors of hyacinths?"