Chapter 1817: Su's mother died

In fact, if it weren't for Lu Yanhe's identity, Su Jia really felt that it would be better not to have a wedding.

But after all, his identity and status are there, and it is impossible to be so obscure when he gets married, and it will definitely be extravagant and wasteful when the time comes.

Lu's mother smiled and teased the little grandson in her arms, "Well, that's fine." ”

The old man in the house and Father Lu were anxious to wait, but because of the traditional lesson that men should be calm, they could only wait impatiently inside.

"What are you doing standing there, come in quickly." The old man had a serious face and spoke solemnly.

Lu Mu and Su Jia looked at each other, and the two smiled tacitly.

Lu's father was already impatient, and his wife called his son this morning and asked when they would be able to get down to business.

After so many years, Lu Yanhe and Su Jianeng have come to this day, which can be regarded as their expectations.

The old man was even more in a good mood, and secretly wondered if he would leave Lu Chen in the old mansion for a few days this time.

Several people came in together from outside, and Father Lu tried his best to calm his attitude, "Chen Chen hasn't come to play for a long time, have you missed grandpa these days?" ”

Lu Yanhe squatted down and put his son on the ground.

As soon as Lu Chen's child came out of his father's arms, he ran to his grandfather with his little short legs, his small mouth was like smeared with honey, it was sweet, and several adults laughed.

The old man deliberately kept a straight face and asked seriously, "Does Chen Chen miss his great-grandfather?" ”

"Of course." Lu Chen nodded affirmatively, his black eyes rolling slightly, "I think about both grandfathers, I still miss grandma." ”

Mother Lu couldn't stop smiling at the corners of her lips, and kept praising this child for being sweet and sensible.

The family sat together and chatted, chatting and chatting, and somehow, it was pulled to Su Jia.

"Wait for Jiajia to give us a little granddaughter in the future, it must be as cute as Chenchen." Mother Lu's eyes were full of smiles, and her slightly white sideburns were even more kind and kind.

These words undoubtedly spoke to the old man's heart.

He smiled and agreed, "That's for sure, our children must be cute and smart." ”

After speaking, he frowned and thought for a while, and then said unhurriedly, "The boy is poor, the girl is rich, if Jiajia is really a girl, then we can rest assured that we can pamper her." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the people beside Lu Yanhe.

Su Jia was extremely embarrassed, subconsciously bit her lip, and lowered her head so that no one dared to look at her.

Lu Yanhe looked at her appearance of wanting to speak, and couldn't help laughing, reached out and touched her little head, chatting for comfort.

……

Su Mu's condition is getting worse and worse, and Su Jia, who has been tormented, is not in good spirits these days.

When I went to work and had a meeting, I was distracted one after another.

In the end, I really had no choice, so I called and asked for a week's long vacation, and wanted to rest at home for a few days.

On the day when Su's mother finally fell asleep after nine years of torture, the originally sunny weather suddenly rained heavily.

Su Jia was sleeping in a daze, but a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

She suddenly woke up from her nightmare, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

The rain outside the window was huge, and the thunder was louder, and for some reason, Su Jia felt a flustery inexplicably.

It's like ...... It was like that midsummer night nine years ago.

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