Lu Churro immediately smiled slyly: "Do you think I would say that? I won't be fooled by inferior provocation methods! Humph!"

Lu Huairou resisted the urge to beat up this poor kid, turned around and ignored her.

Ever since Lu Churro moved into his house, he had to recite the mantra "Don't be angry" to himself three times every day -

"Life is like a play. We get together only if we are destined in this life. It is not easy to get along in the same place. Everyone should cherish it."...

Lu Congee continues to be bald. Her composition - "Mother's Love"

In fact, since she was a child, Lu Churro spent more time with her father, and did not have a particularly deep impression of her mother. Every time her mother came to see her, she would take her to eat a lot of delicious food and play in the amusement park, but after playing

, mother will still send her back to her father’s house.

Lu Churro wrote in his notebook——

"Mother's love is like the wind. When the wind passes by, it blows up the fallen leaves and petals on the ground, and blows up the dandelions in the sky. It blows into people's hearts, making them feel cool and comfortable."

"But after the wind went away, the petals fell into the water, the leaves fell into the mud, and the dandelion stayed quietly in the corner. Everything returned to calm, as if it had never been here, and everything was lonely again."

Lu Churro took out the small golden lock from his bag.

It can be seen that this small gold lock is very old and has been made for a long time. There are indeed two letters - ly - engraved on the back of the gold lock.

At this moment, Lu Xueling gently pushed the door open: "My aunt is still up so late. Don't learn to stay up late at a young age."

"I'm still writing a composition."

Lu Churro hurriedly hid the gold inlaid jade in his collar, but this action could not escape Lu Xueling's eyes.

She had a clear mind, and when she saw the little girl's worried look, she naturally guessed what Lu Suiran's big-mouthed bastard said to Lu Congee.

"Do you like the little golden lock that my aunt gave you?"

"Yeah!" Lu Churro nodded repeatedly: "I like it."

Lu Xueling sat at the table and said, "What kind of composition should I write? Let my aunt read it."

Many children actually minded being read as essays, but Lu Churro didn't mind and generously handed the notebook to Lu Xueling.

After Lu Xueling read the little girl's description of her mother, she sat down and said softly: "Actually, my aunt also had a daughter in the past. I named her Lu Ying. After having her, I look forward to her happiness every day.

Come to this world soon. I always fantasize that I want to buy her many beautiful dresses and dress her up like a little princess."

"Aunt Ying must be very beautiful."

"Yes, she is the most beautiful girl in the world."

Lu Churro instinctively sat next to Lu Xueling, leaned against her, and listened to her words carefully.

"But at that time, I hadn't learned how to be a mother. I always felt that my career was too big. I was filming in the winter, and often even stayed up late." Lu Xueling sighed and said, "Maybe, Xiaoying felt that I was not ready yet.

Being a mother is why I choose to leave."

Lu Congee felt extremely sad. She quickly held her hand and comforted her: "Now my aunt has Congee."

"Yes, I'm lucky to have you, so I gave you the little golden lock." Lu Xueling said, "So, you have to believe that your mother must love you, but she is very young, and maybe she doesn't know how to do it."

Being a mother is just like being an aunt back then."

Lu Congee nodded vigorously: "Well, I understand!"

"Okay, finish writing the composition quickly, and then go to bed."

"Good night."

Lu Churro blinked his eyes, looked at the figure beside Lu Xueling's door, and called softly: "Mom, good night."

Lu Xueling paused and gently covered his mouth with his hand.

With just this "Mom", Lu Xueling seemed to have finally found the courage he had lost for a long time, as if he was wearing golden armor.

She is not afraid of wind and rain, she wants to protect her well.

*

Lu Churro turned around and continued writing, and the room became quiet for a while.

Lu Congee seemed to feel something was wrong. He turned around and looked at Lu Huairou, only to see him sleeping next to the sofa, holding back his laughter, and his facial muscles were twitching -

"Hahahahahahaha, so touching."

"Ahhhhh!"

Lu Churro almost forgot that Lu Huairou was still in the room, and what he just said was overheard by this annoying guy!

Lu Churro felt that his dignity and privacy had been seriously trampled on!

Lu Huairou held her belly and laughed so much that she almost fell off the sofa: "I was so moved that I shed colorful tears."

"Don't laugh!" The little girl blushed and stamped her feet angrily: "I say it again, don't laugh!"

Lu Huairou finally got back the game, walked away, and said leisurely -
Chapter completed!