The host is a little white lotus

Chapter 91 The actor's little wife (38)

The two walked to the dining table.

Sitting on the chair, Qi Shushu looked at Mrs. Lu.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're so shy." Mrs. Lu raised her hand to cover her face, bit her lips lightly, with a contrived look on her face.

"Uh..." Lu Zixuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Mu Yue looked at her and stretched out her thumb, "Amazing."

"What?" Mrs. Lu asked suspiciously.

"Just now, it's really amazing." Mu Yue really admired her.

"Of course, I'm the best at tearing up little white flowers. I think I cut them off back then..."

Mrs. Lu raised her head with a full face of arrogance, and stopped in the middle of her speech.

He quickly covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

"Why didn't you say it? What happened to you back then?" Lu Zixuan asked suspiciously.

"No, it's nothing, I'm talking nonsense." Mrs. Lu quickly lowered her head.

Mu Yue was slightly stunned and didn't think much about it.

"Hurry up and eat." Mrs. Lu brought the bowl over and placed it in front of the two of them.

She secretly raised her eyes to take a closer look at Mu Yue, and found that there was nothing wrong with her calm face.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she had no doubts.

Mu Yue gently observed Mrs. Lu in front of her.

I always feel that something is wrong with her, but I still can't see what is wrong.

"Yueyue, why do you look at mom like that?" Mrs. Lu asked softly when she saw her staring at her.

"It's all right."

Mu Yue turned her gaze back and shook her head lightly.

"Zixuan, what's the matter with you and that Jiang Lulu? I heard that you have an unusual attitude towards her?" Mrs. Lu's eyes were full of coldness.

Lu Zixuan shivered slightly, then quickly put the chopsticks on the table, raised his hands, and swore: "I don't have a conscience."

He looked to Mu Yue's eyes and said with a smile, "I only have Yueyue in my heart."

"Aren't you disgusting? It's really too boring." Mrs. Lu crossed her arms, shivered, and looked at him with disgust.

"Ah?" Lu Zixuan was stunned, he didn't expect to be rejected by his own mother.

This is not the first time he has suspected that he is not his own.

He doubted it every day, looked at Mu Yue beside him, and found that she also seemed to be quite disgusted.

He pouted, turned his head and held her wrist, and said coquettishly, "Yueyue, do you dislike me?"

Mu Yue raised her hand to push him away, frowned and said, "Stay away from me."

"???"

Lu Zixuan lowered his head helplessly.

Why do you despise him?

"Yueyue, come and sit with mom." Mrs. Lu looked at her and waved lightly.

"it is good."

Mu Yue got up and walked to her side, and sat on the chair.

Lu Zixuan pursed his lips and stared at the two sitting in front of him with an unhappy face.

"Mom, am I your own son?" He sadly asked the question that had been bothering him.

"No." Mrs. Lu said heartlessly.

He smiled bitterly, then turned his head to Mu Yue and said, "Yue Yue, then I am..."

"No." Before he could finish speaking, the heartless words had arrived.

"Okay, Yueyue, don't talk to those messy people, waste your time, come to eat."

Mrs. Lu put a piece of meat in her bowl, and said softly.

Mess?Is he a mess?
Lu Zixuan's mouth twitched slightly, making him even more unhappy.

"Mom, what's going on with that Weibo?" He looked at Mrs. Lu and raised his eyebrows slightly.

She paused slightly for the hand that was pinching the meat, then smiled, her eyes full of doubts: "What Weibo? I don't know?"

(End of this chapter)