he seemed much more cheerful.He very lightly skimmed her cheek, then her neck, and down...The lights were shining brightly.Huo Xi felt ashamed!After a while of this, Zhang Chongguang actually felt a b...Mingzhu gazed at the old woman.

Although the old woman appeared calm, Mingzhu could tell that she was heartbroken.

At her age, the old woman should have been enjoying her retirement. After all, Lu Qian had miraculously returned from the brink of death. He shouldn't be treated this way, yet he was almost betrayed by those closest to him.

Mingzhu is very empathetic.

Because she was also very afraid at the time.

She spent the entire evening with the old lady, Lu Qian taught Xiao Lu Shao in the study, and Xiao Lu You obediently sat on her father's lap, occasionally fiddling.

10 pm.

After the old woman finished inspecting her sun-dried bean curd, she saw Mingzhu still trailing behind her like a puppy. She smiled and said, "It's getting late. You can't crawl into my bed at night, can you I'm fine, I've seen all kinds of storms in my life."

Mingzhu felt a little embarrassed.

The old woman drove her upstairs.

Upstairs, Lu Qian wasn't in the bedroom; he was found in the children's room.

Little Lu Shuo fell asleep.

Lu Qian leaned against the headboard, with Xiao Lu You lying on his body. After taking a bath, she smelled fragrant and lay on her father's body, wearing a white floral onesie, tilting her head softly and looking at her father.

Lu Qian softly read a fairy tale book to her.

Sometimes when Xiao Lu reads about vicious empresses, she buries her little face in her father's belly.

Mingzhu stood at the door, a bit envious.

Lu Qian raised his eyes and saw her. His gaze was a little deep, and he motioned for her to return to the bedroom.

Mingzhu knew that Xiaolu You was about to sleep.

She first went back to the bedroom on the east side, took a shower, and when she came out, Lu Qian was in the room.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a long cigarette between his slender fingers, already half burned.

Mingzhu was stunned.

She tiptoed over and snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers, whispering, "Why are you smoking"

Lu Qian has not been in good health, and he has always been very disciplined.

I can't help but feel like smoking a cigarette right now, there must be something bothering me.

Lu Qian turned and gazed at Mingzhu.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "It's my fault that things turned out this way with Qu Ning. If I had been more attentive from the start, she wouldn't have had the chance to set her sights on this house! Mingzhu, I'm sorry for causing you and Grandma so much pain."

Mingzhu shook her head.

She held him gently, “It's not your fault.”

Lu Qian embraced her body, holding her for a long time, and murmured softly: "Trust me, I won't give her another chance to get close to you and the children, nor will I let her have any opportunity to influence our lives."

Mingzhu's heart skipped a beat.

But she didn't play the role of a merciful intercessor for others. Now that Qu Ning has met such a tragic end, it is pitiful to see. However, if Lu Qian hadn't been cautious enough that day, he might have been severely injured. At that time, who would have sympathized with him People would only think he was promiscuous and treat this misfortune as gossip to be discussed over tea and meals.

It was also at this time that she realized Lu Qian was equally shaken by the experience.

He had concerns.

He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving with the children, and he pitied the old woman, so he regretted his actions.

Mingzhu looked at the extinguished cigarette and wanted to indulge him.

Lu Qian, however, held her waist and pressed her against the cold window glass.

His straight nose gently brushed against her neck skin, his voice a gravelly murmur: "I always said I was fine, but you wouldn't let me touch you for a whole week! Mingzhu, I practice health preservation for you all, but I'm not some fragile piece of paper that breaks with a single touch."

Mingzhu had spent a long time with him, and she knew his thoughts well enough.

Her face flushed red, she fidgeted nervously, her voice tight with discomfort.

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