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"Nothing," Lu Xiaohua picked up a small longbao and put it in his mouth, the bun was juicy and thin, and when he took a bite, he almost first ate the juice, and then took a bite, and the meat inside melted in his mouth.

"Little flower," Gao Yi stretched out and squeezed hers.

"Huh?" Lu Xiaohua avoided him without leaving a trace, and then gave himself a small bun to eat.

"Xiaohua, I'll take you back to meet my mother, okay?"

Lu Xiao's chopsticks paused for a moment, and then picked up a bun as if nothing happened, while Gao Yi was still waiting for her answer. It wasn't until after eating a bun that Lu Xiaohua slowly put down his chopsticks, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue on one side.

"Okay," she smiled at Gao Yi, but there wasn't much in her eyes.

She remembered what Chu Lu had said.

"Gao Yi, are you hiding something from me?"

"Hiding it from you, no?" Gao Yi stretched out her hair, "What can I hide from you, what you want to know, I told you." ”

"I believe in you," Lu Xiaohua smiled, but under her slightly drooping eyelashes, there was always some unknown deep meaning, but unfortunately Gao Yi didn't find it.

And after meeting the parents of both parties, even if the matter between them is settled, it's just that Lu Xiaohua doesn't know if she really wants to live with this man.

In fact, he can tell her a lot of things, he found someone to hypnotize her, she was Xia Ruoxin's business, and he himself had a marriage.

She didn't ask, but waited for him to answer, but it seemed that Gao Yi had never wanted to tell her these confessions.

When she arrived at the door of Gao's house, Lu Xiaohua didn't feel much nervous, she didn't know if she would go on with Gao Yi again, but obviously, sometimes she thought of this, and she did it, she didn't need poetry, and she didn't need ...... Remember.

"Knock knock ......" Gao Yi knocked on the door, and then clenched Lu Xiao's drawing, "Don't worry, my mother is very good, and the population of my family is also very simple, only my mother has a younger brother." ”

Lu Xiaohua smiled at him, and she put her eyes on Gao Yi, and there was a subtle downturn in her gaze.

And the door opened, Wei Lan walked out, and when she saw that her son seemed to be a little speechless, she was about to speak, but she saw a young woman standing beside her son.

This is what her son mentioned to her, Lu Xiao painted, the daughter of the Lu family, a real famous lady, but now, it seems that it is not the right time for them to come back.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" When Gao Yi saw Wei Lan's appearance, he thought that she was uncomfortable somewhere.

"I'm fine," Wei Lan smiled, but a pair of eyes couldn't help but look in, as if there was something not very good in it.

"Mom, let's go in first," Gao Yi clenched Lu Xiao's drawing, and Lu Xiaohua could feel it, Wei Lan seemed to be a little familiar with her, but she didn't know where she had seen it, so her eyes flashed, she should have known Xia Ruoxin when she was a child.

Wei Lan wanted to say something, but in the end she opened the door and let them in, several people walked into the house, Wei Lan hurriedly went to pour water for them to drink, but Gao Yi grabbed her.

"Mom, you sit down first, don't worry, I haven't introduced you yet."

Gao Yi hugged Lu Xiaohua's shoulder, "She is Lu Xiaohua, my girlfriend, come to see you today." ”

"Oh, okay, Miss Lu, welcome," Wei Lan seemed to speak a little upside down, and she didn't speak in the same way, but she was not like this before.

Not only Gao Yi, but her abnormality, and even Lu Xiaohua, who has no impression of her now, feels that something is not quite right.

"Xiao Yi ......" Wei Lan stood up, she was just about to say something, but the door of a house inside opened, and out of it came a woman with a not very good face, but also too thin.

"Yi, I'm back......" She smiled weakly at Gao Yi, and at this time, the smile on Gao Yi's face froze.

"Mom, how did she come to our house?"

Wei Lan sat tremblingly on the sofa, her face was not very good, as if she remembered something, that kind of sadness seemed to be easy to feel.

"Yi, don't blame Auntie," the woman walked over and stood in front of Gao Yi, she raised her face, she didn't want to laugh, but the feeling of laughing was very miserable.

"My dad is sick, the heart attack has recurred, and it was gone yesterday," she said, she stretched out and hugged Gao Yi's waist tightly, and also buried her face in Gao Yi's arms, and then a suppressed cry came out of her body.

At this time, it is impossible for even a stranger to push away a woman who is crying so embarrassed, and a woman who has lost her only loved one.

Wei Lan's body stiffened for a moment, and then she clenched the one she had placed on her knees, and she could see that water was dripping down her back.

Although I don't care, but when it is another day, my heart actually hurts.

At this time, Lu Xiaohua felt like an outsider, she occupied the space here, the air here, and she was separated by them to a far place, and the distance between them was something she couldn't get close to at all.

Who is this woman? She didn't know, who was this woman's father, and she didn't know either? She didn't know anything, and she didn't even know how she got back here with Gao Yi, how she got between them, and how she was cut off.

She turned around, walked to the door, and then put on her shoes, and Gao Yi didn't look at her from beginning to end, what was he still talking about when he was pregnant with a woman, he might be listening, he might be thinking, or he might be sad, but all of this had nothing to do with Lu Xiaohua.

Carrying her bag, she left, and no one even sent her back, and the high heels she was wearing were unusually sharp, and the pads hurt her feet.

Today she chose this pair of high heels, obviously a little wrong.

She took out herself, but found that she didn't know when the screen went black, she just remembered that she didn't charge yesterday, she stopped, trying to find a car for herself, but there was no car here, and she had to walk to the next bus stop, she might have to walk for half an hour, and she regretted that she chose high heels instead of flat shoes.

With a gentle sigh of relief, she stepped on a pair of almost eight-centimeter high heels, and walked step by step, until a car stopped beside her, and the door opened, and a man was already standing in front of her.