Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Huo Yan just laughed angrily.

He is really a good son taught by Lu Qiao, who can say such unfeeling words to his own father.

"Lu Sui, I'm your father. We are related by blood. We can never be strangers."

Huo Yan has been suppressing his temper ever since he brought Lu Sui back, trying to make a good impression on him, but now he was so angry with the little bully that his face finally turned dark, so gloomy that he could drip ink .

Lu Sui was not afraid of him, he raised his face and said calmly, "But I don't need Dad."

From the time Lu Sui talked to him, Huo Yan heard "no need" many times, which hurt his heart again and again. Huo Yan was completely impatient, tore off the mask of Mr. Hao Hao, and said meanly: "You think Does Lao Tzu need a son like you?"

The height gap between adults and children is really too big. Even if Huo Yan is sitting, he is much taller than Lu Sui. He looks down at him with slightly downcast eyes, condescending, looking imposing.

"I really don't care for a son who was born to an undisciplined ex-girlfriend and then suddenly appeared six years later."

Huo Yan adjusted his sitting posture, put his arms on his knees, and drew closer to Lu Sui, his black eyes reflected a face that looked exactly like himself, "If it wasn't for confirming that you are from the Huo family, the old lady couldn't bear to be Huo Yan." The blood of the family is out, do you think I will bring you back?"

Huo Yan's emotional words were a bit too vicious for a child, Lu Sui was stunned, and his calm face turned pale in an instant.

He pinched the corner of his clothes with his fleshy little hands, a little at a loss.

His small body was trembling almost imperceptibly, because of the malice he felt, he was afraid.

"As expected of being raised by Lu Qiao, she looks just like her." Huo Yan clicked his tongue, and felt disgusted physically when Lu Qiao was mentioned.

Lu Sui was afraid, but he didn't forget to protect Lu Qiao. He clenched his little fist and reached out to hit him, "You can say I can, but you can't say my mother!"

Huo Yan covered his head with his big hands, and without much effort, he gave way to Lu Sui and could only stand still.

Lu Sui went to hit him, struggling, his little face turned red, but his little fist still didn't land on the ground.

Kid Lu Sui is a little silly.

Huo Yan was amused by him, and his anger disappeared immediately.

After all, it's his own son, so it's impossible not to really want it. Huo Yan also reflected on himself, what he just said was really too much, so he was going to say something nice to coax him.

At this moment, the butler came in, leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Young Master, Miss Lu and Mr. Lu are here again, and they are ringing the doorbell now, do you need me to open the door for them?"

The smile disappeared, and Huo Yan's eyes turned frosty, "Don't worry about it, just pretend you didn't hear it, and let them press it as long as they like."

"I understand, young master." The housekeeper nodded.

Lu Sui's ears were sharp, and he could hear the housekeeper's words clearly, "I want to go back with my mother, Huo Yan, ask the housekeeper to open the door, I want to go home with my mother."

Listen, how his own son has been educated by Lu Qiao, calling him his father and calling him "Huo Yan" by name.

Huo Yan had a faint bulge of veins on his forehead, ignoring Lu Sui's request, he said to the housekeeper in a deep voice: "It's already late, Uncle Lin, take the young master back to the room to rest."

"No, that's not my room. I don't sleep there. I want to go home, Huo Yan. I want to go home with my mother and uncle."