The return of the rich and powerful family

He leaned against the iron guardrail, holding a burning cigarette between his fingertips, and white smoke curled into the air.

Shen Qingxi quickened his pace and walked over, and as soon as he approached, he felt the low air pressure emanating from his body.She hugged him from behind and put her head on his back.

Lu Jingxing felt the soft body press against his hard back, he turned around and hugged her in his arms naturally.

Shen Qingxi looked up at him, her beautiful red lips pursed slightly.She didn't talk about Wei Ran, but took the cigarette from Lu Jingxing's fingertip with a bit of dissatisfaction, and threw it on the ground.

Lu Jingxing curled his lips slightly, reached out and stroked her head, but said nothing.

Shen Qingxi blinked, inexplicably feeling that Lu Jingxing's posture and eyes when touching her head were extremely similar to Wei Ran's, and he deserved to be a real mother and son.

Shen Qingxi leaned against him, curled the corners of her lips, flashed a pair of sparkling eyes, and asked, "Why did you suddenly make a decision? I thought you would insist on holding the wedding in China."

"Get married once in your life, of course you have to satisfy your wife." Lu Jingxing's hand dragged her cheek, looking at her with tender eyes.

"Second Young Master Lu is very good at talking sweet words now." Shen Qingxi followed his example, stretched out her green fingertips, and pinched his chin.

Lu Jingxing took her hand and pulled it to his lips to kiss her lightly.Wen smiled and said, "Don't talk sweet words, just tell the truth."

truth?Shen Qingxi looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Where to hold the wedding is not very important to me. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if it's a little trouble." Lu Jingxing said.

"The wedding is not important, so what is important?" Shen Qingxi asked.

"Bringing you home is the most important thing." Lu Jingxing lowered his head, pressed his cool thin lips against her ear, and said in a hoarse voice.

After hearing this, Shen Qingxi threw herself into his arms, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

His truth seemed to be sweeter than sweet words.

"Is it cold? Let's go back." Lu Jingxing rubbed her head and said.

"En." Shen Qingxi nodded.

The two walked out of the balcony hand in hand.

The room opposite the outer balcony on the second floor happens to be a study.

At this time, Mr. Wei was standing in front of the big class desk practicing calligraphy.He once said that practicing calligraphy is for meditation, and every time Wei Ran comes back, it will disturb his mood.

Elder Wei has only one son and one daughter in his life, and these two children have never given him any peace of mind.Wei Ran's relationship with Lu Zelin was a mess back then, and after he left for many years, Wei Lao, his father, was also worried about him for many years.

When Wei Jie was young, he had two short-lived marriages. One was due to personality differences, and the other was simply a mess.Wei Jie experienced two failed marriages, and lost the confidence to start a family again. He devoted himself to his career. Although his official career was prosperous all the way, Wei Lao felt that this son is not as good as a daughter. At least, Wei Ran is dead. There is also the death of his son, as for Wei Jie...he has always regarded Lu Jingxing as his son, and he probably means Lu Jingxing's death.

Elder Wei held the brush and wrote a big word 'quiet' on the white rice paper, but he was still upset.At this time, Lu Jingxing walked in leading Shen Qingxi.

When Old Wei saw Lu Jingxing, the grandson, there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.Could he be unhappy, fortunately there is still Jing Xing, otherwise his two wretched sons and daughters will die without a place to bury them.

"Grandpa, you are practicing calligraphy again." Lu Jingxing said, walked to the desk of the big class, and looked at Wei Laogang's big characters.

"I'm old, my hands are shaking, and I can't even write well." Wei Lao smiled helplessly, crumpled up the words he had just written, and threw them into the recycling bin beside him.

Elder Wei put down the Langhao brush in his hand, and when he looked up, he happened to see Shen Qingxi standing in front of a wall on one side, looking up at a pair of words hanging on the wall.