Xi Hanyan was by his side, which made Lu Qingran suddenly have courage.

This day is only a matter of time or time.

It's just that he was a little worried that Zhao Yaran would not like him.

After all, in her eyes, he is the child of the junior.

Lu Qingran was just a little scared, afraid that she would show a disgusted expression when she saw him.

Xi Hanyan nodded obediently: "I will be obedient, but Lu Qingran, don't be afraid, you are so good, Aunt Lu will definitely like you." ”

Lu Qingran's eyes were wanton gentleness, and the hand curled up at his side moved, and he bent his lips and smiled: "Then do you like me?" ”

The little girl was stunned, and the tips of her snow-white ears quickly climbed into a touch of crimson.

Like a frightened hedgehog, she shrunk her neck, her eyes glancing around, and her jade-white cheeks were covered with a light pink.

"Oh, you go inside."

The girl didn't answer him, but pushed him forward in a panic: "Don't let Aunt Lu wait for a long time." ”

Lu Qingran watched the shy girl burrow into the private room next door, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

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The private rooms are gorgeously decorated, with carpets covering the entire room from the doorway.

A foot on it flutters lightly, just like his heart, as if suspended in the air, difficult.

"Coming?"

The private room is designed in a more Chinese style, with a light brown tone, and a screen splashing ink is erected on the left hand side of the room.

The voice came from inside, very gentle and gentle.

As Lu Qingran thought, his mother was a very gentle person.

Through the screen, a slender figure was faintly seen.

Lu Qingran suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Yes, have you been here for a long time?" ”

He tried to tell himself to be steady and not to lose his temper at this moment.

Lu Qingran was like an elegant nobleman, with a smile that could drown, slowly bypassing the screen.

Huan has done countless psychological constructions, and the moment he saw Zhao Yaran, Lu Qingran couldn't help but redden.

"I've just arrived." Zhao Yaran raised her head carelessly, and when she saw the face of the young man in front of her clearly, she had a rare gaffe.

She shook her hand holding the teacup: "You are Lu Qingran?" ”

"Yes." Originally, there were a lot of things I wanted to say, but when I really faced Zhao Yaran, Lu Qingran found that she couldn't say anything.

He silently placed the document bag in his hand on the table.

Zhao Yaran has been the wife of a wealthy family for many years, and quickly stabilized her emotions.

But it was still hard to hide the shock in her eyes, why did this child look so much like her?

No, to be precise, it's like Lu Teng's union with her.

As a lover, she can draw Lu Teng's outline with her eyes closed.

The young man's immature face is similar to Lu Teng when he was young.

Zhao Yaran sent someone to investigate Lu Qingran, but she didn't get the photos.

only knew that there was indeed such a child, and Lu Teng did plan to bring it back to the Lu family.

Looking at this face, a ridiculous thought suddenly rose in her heart.

I didn't ask Lu Qingran what was in the document.

Zhao Yaran hurriedly stood up, walked quickly to Lu Qingran, and asked him to turn his back: "You turn around, let me look at your right ear." ”

"Do you want to see that birthmark?" Lu Qingran turned around obediently, "When I was a child, my aunt in the welfare home said that she was very much like a butterfly. ”

Even the little liar said it was like a tattoo, which shows how unique this fetus is remembered.

When I was a child, my aunt would always hold him and tell him stories, and I would sigh when I talked about butterflies.

said: "Xiao Qingran is so well-behaved, like this butterfly, so beautiful that it is unforgettable, what kind of person can bear to discard you." ”

In fact, it's not that Zhao Yaran doesn't want him, but that people's hearts are too bad and bad people are too evil.

Fortunately, fate favored him and let him know the truth of the year.