Chapter 450: Write Our Story
Facing the eldest son's questioning, Lu Zhenting quickly came back to his senses and smiled faintly after losing his mind slightly.
"What are you doing so nervous?"
"My devotion to your mother will never change. β
Saying that, Lu Zhenting also deliberately learned to be young, and winked at Lu Zhiang and Fenghua peerless, and the people in their fifties were still handsome and handsome...... Skin.
Lu Zhenting never deliberately concealed his love and attachment to his wife who died early in front of his children, and such a joke also implied that Lu Zhiang was relaxed.
He is both a father and a mother, and he also takes on the responsibilities of his wife in her absence, responsible for making things difficult for his son-in-law and communicating with his daughter-in-law.
Lu Zhenting was happy.
No matter how many times he verbally disliked Lu Zhiang, this son was still one of the best gifts left to him by his wife Li Xue.
Compared with Lu Xiaoxiao, who only gave life, Lu Zhiang, who is quiet and introverted with few words, is the child who has been by Li Xue's side for the longest time, and he is also the child who has been most influenced by Li Xue, he knows that this son is very good, and it is precisely like this, his attitude towards Fenghua is also exceptionally good.
"If you kid is as good at talking as me, I don't need to talk to Fenghua about this at all. β
Dad Lu thinks that Lu Zhiang is a stuffy gourd, and he has to lose his peerless knowledge, he doesn't care about those superficial articles, and knows how to appreciate a person's connotation, otherwise he will kick this stuffy gourd who can't speak in minutes.
Lu Zhenting's complaint made Fenghua laugh.
She and Lu Zhenting glanced at each other, and first defended Lu Zhiang more seriously, saying that his words were not so few, and there was still a lot of communication between the two.
However, within five minutes, Fenghua peerless directly leaned over and got together with Lu's father, which opened up the distance between Lu Zhiang.
"Uncle, I'll tell you the truth, I never thought that a man could talk as little as he did. β
"Tsk, as long as he has nothing to look for, he can say no more than ten words a day, and the communication depends on his aura and eyes......"
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Sure enough, it comes from life, and those people who talk so little that they are so broken that they are real in reality.
Regarding this point, Lu Zhenting and Fenghua peerless found a common topic again, so when Lu Xiaoxiao came back from filming, what he saw was this scene-
On the sofa outside the executive suite, Lu Zhenting and Fenghua peerless sat next to each other on the two sofas and chatted hotly, Fu Siting and Lu Zhiang each occupied the sofa in the far corner, one was swiping his mobile phone, and the other was reading a book.
The person who swiped his mobile phone was naturally Fu Siting, he had a lot of things to do, and it looked like he was replying to someone's messages at this time.
The person who reads the book is Lu Zhiang, and he turns page after page of a book-
This is the last book of Fenghua's peerless generation, but he can find a chat point from it......
Forget it, don't mention it, he really doesn't think there's anything to talk about, and he doesn't know how the two of them who have been chattering for more than three hours have been chatting over there.
Actually, I didn't talk about anything.
The royal sister is like a peerless style, mature and naΓ―ve.
Her maturity has experienced a lot of romance, and her naivety lies in the fact that she does not have ups and downs in her emotions.
When Lu Zhenting recalled the love with Li Xue in those years in front of her, Fenghua peerless generation would not be as accustomed to it as Lu Zhiang, nor would he be as ignorant and expectant as Lu Zhixing.
People who write often like to listen to stories, and the relationship between Lu Zhenting and Li Xue is indeed very good material......
In this way, the prototype of an article came out, and Lu Zhenting casually made a request.
"Write our story, just as my memoir. β