Yan Jingxi pursed his mouth, and a thought flashed in his amber eyes.

Anyway, it was useless for her to struggle with him for a week.

Perhaps, a week later, she can successfully get the top three and find a job, even if she can't get in, this design competition is a very large-scale one, she doesn't have a graduation certificate, as long as she has this design award, she is not afraid of not being able to find a job in related majors. And, maybe she'll be able to convince her grandfather to give up on her today.

Lu Youran saw that Yan Jingxi didn't answer, a little irritable, and urged: "Did you hear it?" ”

"I'm not deaf." Yan Jingxi replied.

"Are you mute, then?" Lu Youran said angrily.

"Oh." Yan Jingxi responded.

Does she admit she's mute? Or promise her to move to him next week?

Lu Youran didn't understand, and glanced at her again.

There was no special expression on her face, she looked out the window faintly, her eyes were ethereal, and she was left with a silhouette on the side in the rear mirror.

Long eyelashes, high nose bridge, full lips.

He has seen a lot of beauties, and he has seen a lot of the best beauties, but only she has a very special temperament, like a mystery, which makes people can't help but want to lift her veil and see it clearly, but, on the contrary, she can't see it, like the wind, which makes people scratch their hearts and lungs.

*

Lujia Villa

In the antique living room, there is a coffee table, a set of tea drinking tools, and a sandalwood lamp.

On the sofa facing the door, there was a gray-haired old man, chubby, kind-eyed, wearing a green robe, with a Buddha bead around his neck, very long, long, so he circled his hand a few times.

"Is your mom okay?" Lu Yaomiao asked Lu Muqing, who was sitting opposite him, with a smile.

Lu Muqing's right leg was stacked on top of his left leg, gently sliding the lid of the purple clay pot, making a rustling sound.

Hearing Lu Yaomiao's question, she raised the corners of her mouth and said meaningfully, "Well, it's very good." ”

Lu Yaomiao's face sank suddenly, her smile was put away, and her brows furrowed, "Dead old woman, why are you living so well after divorcing me, you want to be angry with me!" ”

"Dad, you think about it too much, she just forgot about your existence." Lu Muqing said bluntly.

Lu Yaomiao pursed her lips again, locked Lu Muqing's clear eyes that were not like lying, her face was even worse, she stood up, let go of the Buddha beads in her hand, put her hand behind her back, and went directly into the study, slammed the door.

Lu Muqing chuckled, drank a cup of tea, and flipped through several plans on the coffee table with his hand, elegant and noble.

"Third young master, the old man has been thinking about the old lady, if you say so, he will definitely be sad." Sister-in-law Li, the old maid in Lu Yaomiao's house, sent the fruit and said.

Lu Muqing raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a dark belly: "My mother said that this is the effect she wants." ”

Sister-in-law Li: "......"

A minute later, Lu Yaomiao came out in a white robe, refreshed, and smiled at Lu Muqing again, and said as she walked over: "Ah San, don't tell your mother what I was angry about just now, I am actually not angry, but I am old and angry." ”

"Huh." Lu Muqing stared at Lu Yaomiao meaningfully, and replied with a smile.

Lu Yaomiao saw Lu Youran at the door coming back, two extraordinarily bright brilliance flashed in her eyes, her eyes looked outside, and she said to Lu Muqing: "Youran brought his girlfriend back, you haven't met yet, let me introduce you." ”

Lu Muqing's eyes dimmed for a moment, and a wave of light flashed back to calm and depth.