What makes you think I will always like you?

"You have at least eight figures in your card, but Yunqi has to work as a waiter just to make some pocket money."

Lin Miaomiao glanced at Chen Yunqi, who was serving tea and water everywhere, and suddenly felt a little distressed. She turned to Chen Lu and said:

"Aren't you being a father a little too much? Give me a little more."

She always felt that with a mother like Liang Zhirou who was reluctant to spend money, and a father who had no desires or desires, Yun Qi and Mu Xue might not have realized how rich their family was.

It's kind of funny when you think about it.

Liang Zhirou said nothing. She had always fully supported Chen Lu's education policy.

"Sooner or later, won't all the money I earn belong to them?" Chen Lu asked back.

"Then you're still picking at my godson! Yun Qi still has to cheat Xiaobaicai from home, why don't you have sufficient funds?"

"But people have to learn to control their desires."

Chen Lu looked at his son's energetic look and continued: "I will give him whatever ability he has. Otherwise, the money he gets by luck will sooner or later be given away based on strength."

I am really used to the kind of young man who shouts and drinks every day. No amount of money is enough to make it. Once you feel that you can pick it off as long as you have money, you are not far away from getting into trouble.

The so-called wealth cannot last more than three generations, mostly due to education issues.

After a while, Chen Yun stopped working and just sat there doing homework with his sister.

Of course, this brat definitely wasn't the one who came to work and had to bring homework materials with him. He just sat there.

Chen Lu just looked up and then continued to sit next to Liang Zhirou painting quietly. Liang Zhirou also liked that he was accompanying her like this.

In thousands of days and nights, this scene has happened between the two of them countless times, but neither of them feels tired of it...

Hanhan has been painting for more than ten years, and now both illustrations and oil paintings have reached a level that is pleasing to the eye, and his reputation is getting better and better.

It seems that it was used as courseware by an art school before.

Lin Miaomiao was different. Although she kept her head down the whole time, her eyes would glance at her godson from time to time - like a thief.

This brat seems to have followed his mother and seems a little slow.

"I feel like this little girl Jiang Nan is a bit pitiful." She couldn't help but murmured when she saw that Jiang Nan had to do her homework seriously even though she was out playing.

It was okay in kindergarten, but I haven't seen this child relaxed since he started elementary school.

To be honest, if the relationship hadn't been as good as with Chen Lu and Liang Zhirou, she would have really wanted to talk to the couple.

Children who are more mature than their peers are without exception very tired from life. She is worried that this child may have some psychological problems...

After thinking for a while, she continued: "I think there are two types of parents who are the strictest, one is a teacher and the other is a lawyer."

Liu Yan is the latter. She is a strong woman in her career. She is extremely self-disciplined. Then she gets used to herself every day and subconsciously ignores the endurance of children.

Chen Lu pondered for a while and nodded in agreement.

Judging from friends and elders around me, people in these two professions seem to be a little stricter when it comes to their children.

Hearing this, Liang Zhirou seemed to suddenly remember something, and reached out to poke Lin Miaomiao's arm: "The parents on both sides didn't urge you to have a child..."

She was a little worried that Peng Leyun's parents would embarrass Lin Miaomiao. After all, her best friend was in a special situation and it was difficult for her to have children.

"No." Lin Miaomiao shrugged, "My parents were mentally prepared for this. As for Peng Leyun's parents, they didn't know that I was actually the culprit that caused their son to fall in love in his thirties, and they were especially grateful to me for coming. With..."

Peng Leyun's parents seem to have always suspected that their son has some kind of mental illness. Now he is thankful to be married, and they are not so demanding about his grandchildren.

"Look, his mother also gave me a bracelet." Lin Miaomiao pulled out the photo from the photo album on her mobile phone and said in a sullen tone: "It's been handed down from ancestors! Does it make you open the door at first sight?"

"My evaluation is not as good as the bracelet my wife knitted for me back then." Chen Lu said without raising his head.

Lin Miaomiao suddenly slapped the table: "It's over! This matter has made you complain for more than ten years!"

There was an extra hard-working wage earner today, and the others were relatively leisurely most of the time, and half the day passed quickly with a few people chatting away.

"Why are you rubbing my neck after you've been painting for a long time?" Chen Lu was a little surprised, "Aren't you tired?"

"You're tired, but I think your neck hurts..."

Chen Lu couldn't stand the condemnation of his conscience, so he stood up and stretched without letting Liang Zhirou help him press it down. He happened to see Chen Yunqi passing by with another plate of pudding.

"Do you think the desserts and drinks he brought over this afternoon should be deducted from his salary?" he asked with a deliberate smirk.

Liang Zhirou: "..."

At that time, the door of the cafe was suddenly pushed open slowly, and everyone looked up and realized it was Jiang Chao.

He greeted everyone and then walked to Jiang Nan.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Nan looked up at him.

"Your mother called me to come pick you up."

Jiang Nan didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and packed his schoolbag silently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen Chen Yunqi sitting opposite Jiang Nan, but he just didn't want to talk to him.

Little bastard...

"Daddy, here you go."

Chen Yunqi handed the egg tart in his hand to him, smiling as tenderly as he could.

Jiang Chao was stunned for a long time, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

This brat was smiling. He was really embarrassed to keep a cold face.

They say don’t hit someone with a smiling face. If he doesn’t give him a good look, what is the difference between this elder’s behavior and his birth?

But he was so damn unhappy. Jiang Chao never expected that this kid would be so scheming at such a young age.

Chen Yunqi never expected that he could think of so many things for his godfather, who was just giving him an egg tart out of kindness.

After a long time.

Jiang Chao finally forced out an extremely awkward smile and reached out to touch Chen Yunqi's head.

Seeing Chen Luzheng looking at him with a smile, he pulled his neck and stared back. This guy is already in his thirties, and he is still as cheap as he was in college.

No wonder Chen Yunqi was causing trouble for him day by day. His old Chen family was simply out of alignment.

When he got to the car, he held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand handed the egg tart that Chen Yunqi had just given him to Jiang Nan, and said softly: "Here it is."

Jiang Nan slowly shook his head: "I ate much better in the afternoon."

There was no need to eat in the evening. The silly brother gave her all the desserts like he was playing a nurturing game. She felt full now.

She raised her head and saw that the direction of the car seemed wrong. She asked curiously: "Aren't you taking me home?"

"Daughter, are you stupid?" Jiang Chao curled his lips and said in a whisper, "I have to learn piano when I go home. The company is not busy today, so I will secretly take you to fish."

"When I get home, I will tell your mother that there is a traffic jam on the way back from the company. You must keep it secret, otherwise we will both die."

Jiang Nan: "..."

That night.

"I heard that both Miaomiao and Liu Yan are practicing yoga recently. Should I also practice it..."

Liang Zhirou was wearing an off-white nightgown, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, turning left and right from time to time.

Every time she swayed slightly, the hem of her skirt opened like a flower, revealing her fair and slender legs.

"Don't do yoga again with your figure..."

Chen Lu took a breath and said seriously: "You should let me live for two more years."

This silly figure is already in trouble, and if he continues to practice yoga, he may not be able to make up for it even if he eats Dihuang pills like jelly beans.

"Bah, bah, bah, please don't keep saying unlucky words every day, please."

Liang Zhirou hurriedly took a few sips for him and looked at him with her cheeks puffed up.

After noticing the girl's gaze, Master Chen fell into a peaceful sleep in just one second.

Time is not forgiving, and he no longer dares to say that he is the backbone of the family.

But this Hanhan is now a high-power Chen absorber.

Seeing Chen Luli's pretentious look, Liang Zhirou was so amused that she raised her lips and couldn't help but snort.

The biggest change in this person over the years is that he has changed from a constant hooligan to an intermittent hooligan.

Even though he is acting like a gentleman now, it's just because he was overworked yesterday.

Give him two days and he'll still be a gangster.

After a while, Chen Lu's heart trembled when he heard the sound of the door being locked.

Something goes terribly wrong.

When he opened his eyes again, Liang Zhirou was already sitting on him, looking at him with gentle eyes.

The two of them looked at each other, and the girl slowly leaned forward, brought her mouth to his ear, took a breath of hot air, and murmured:

"Your body is more honest than your mouth."

The girl's soft voice whispered in his ear, and the hot breath entered his ears.

Chen Lu pinched her angrily, "Don't imitate me."

This Hanhan was definitely intentional, because he also told Liang Zhirou that way back then.

I didn't expect retribution to come so quickly...

……

"I...I'm warning you, we are no longer kids in our early twenties, and we don't have the energy to practice the trumpet!"

"If you want to sleep well, just be good."

"I told you not to imitate me! I said this many years ago. How can you be so vindictive!"