After Becoming a Little |

Zhanlan was very moved, very moved but did not dare to move, she glanced at Alia with grateful eyes, the latter responded with a sweet smile, seeing Zhanlan's maternity but had nowhere to vent, it could only be because of her motherhood. Appetite, I think the already delicious dish has a super bonus at this moment, and every bite makes people want to cry.

Ai Rulong was alone, with chopsticks in his hands, the food was hot, but his heart was a little cold.

Aliya looked at her watch: "I also brought the turkey I roasted earlier. It should be reheated in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building. I'll ask."

Ai Rulong frowned slightly: "You don't have to go, just ask the waiter at the door—"

"Cough—" Lu Wuxia coughed lightly, as if choking, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth gently.

The movement of wiping his mouth was not like wiping his mouth, but rather like some kind of super-large carnivore, opening its mouth and shining its fangs before hunting.

The prey is turkey?

Of course not, the prey is Ai Rulong.

Ai Rulong stopped talking, the domineering him faced the domineering her, and instantly became him who could not be treated by outsiders.

Alia knew that she should give them a space where they could get along relatively quietly, so she smiled and ran away quickly. The closed door separated the two worlds.

Watching his daughter leave, Lu Wuxia put down his chopsticks, glanced at Zhan Lan, and looked back at Ai Rulong.

this man.

This own ex-husband.

The biological father of his own daughter.

This man who gave himself a warm touch with great fanfare before.

"Are you... settled?" She said so, picked up the teacup, nodded and asked herself: "It's good."

"...No, it's not what you think." Ai Rulong took a deep breath, and explained: "I'm actually just—everyone eats together, not...you know that's not what I mean."

Not to mention hesitating, Ai Rulong will never be at a loss because of these things like a pure boy.

He just couldn't make some words clear—whether Zhan Lan was here or not, he couldn't make it clear.

Zhanlan lowered her head and continued to eat, eating slowly, bite by bite, as if she wanted to verify that if half of a piece of meat was bitten off at a time, could it be possible to keep biting like this indefinitely.

She shouldn't have majored in psychology in the first place, which is the most useful and least useful technique for the current situation.

She should major in mathematics, at least at this juncture she can tell herself that 'one foot of stick, take half of the day, and last forever' is actually a very interesting math problem.

Finite conditions are always so rational and sober - the current limited conditions are the relationship between the limited Ai Rulong and the infinite emotional needs.

So for a moment, she was thinking, why can't we all be together?

She doesn't mind, and she doesn't even dare to hope for monopoly—Senior Lu is right, some things, after all, cannot be enjoyed by one person alone, and can only be made together.

But the reason why people are human is because they have independence, and it is still the kind of independence that does not repent.

If a few words and a few things could change Lu Wuxia, Sister Shenxian would not have chosen to let her inherit the Ren Xia line of the Mo family, and become the last Mo family ranger in Blue Star.

Some people will not change, and there is no way to change.

After the change, her heart died...

So if you die without repentance, that's probably the case.

Lu Wuxia looked at his bowl quietly, thinking about what he should say.

What should I say?

I shouldn't say anything.

She was the one who wanted to give up at the beginning, even though there were various reasons - her master was frozen, her junior sister suffered serious injuries to her legs and couldn't travel far, and she was worried about leaving the Song family who had nothing to rely on.

Coupled with the estrangement with Ai Rulong, and the excessive reassurance of Alia...

If I didn't choose to leave at the beginning, but changed to another way like my second junior sister, and trusted my man more, would there be different consequences?

She sometimes thought about such problems, seeing Ai Rulong's achievements in her eyes, sometimes she couldn't help being proud of her man, and a little proud of the way she chose him in the first place.

If it is combined with Ai Rulong's current financial resources, some technology research and development, some data technology collection, and scattered things, perhaps greater progress can be made.

But more, in fact, it is still the calmness and indifference after life without if.

Can't get involved...

Only she knows how dangerous what she is doing.

Even if Ai Rulong has a net worth of hundreds of millions, even if he is a world-class rich man, he will inevitably encounter many unexpected dangers when he is involved, and he may even bring his own daughter into it.

She has neglected her daughter all these years, so she may not have acted with the awareness of 'may not come back this time'.

Every time she leaves Dongshan City and looks down from the porthole of the plane, she can see that she is getting farther and farther away from her children in terms of physical distance.

Looking from the sky, the city is huge, but the houses are small. At first, those people were as big as ants, bustling and busy.

Afterwards, even ants were inferior, as small as dust, even if she looked down with her eyes, she could no longer clearly see that someone was someone she was familiar with.

So the plane just vacated and went to a farther place, the stiff wings would not flap, it just kept going forward.

Every time at this time, she felt that what Alia said at the beginning was indeed wrong.

What flies in the sky is not a bird.

Because no bird can take a person to such a far destination, to that unknown distance.

So that's the plane, the cold, the huge, the creation of human technology.

Magnificent, precise, a product of intellect, but that's not a bird.

The atmosphere became even more silent in the silence. Someone pushed open the door and poked his head in: "Well, for turkey, do you want honey sauce or slightly spicy?"

As Aliya said so, her gaze swept across the room.

It's not bad, they didn't fight -- it's strange to say that the fighting power of the mother monster is so fierce, but it has never been applied to Ai Rulong.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of family banquet with Xiaomi brought over to meet, and if the woman next to her had Lu Wuxia's force, it would have been a scene of blood rain in Taifeng Tower.

But although the mother blames violence, this is very good. Even if she kidnapped Zhanlan to do shameful things, such as a full body check, she never made things difficult for her.

The reason why there are such scenes of fighting for favor in the ancient palace fighting drama, Alia thinks that in the final analysis it is because they are not strong enough.

If there was an existence like Lu Wuxia, who would not be able to use musk, poison, or slippery tires, she would probably be able to give birth to a little angel with explosive potential while infusing it with Crane Crown Red, and then pinch it. Squeeze the poisoned concubines to death, dominate the harem, dominate the emperor, and dominate the three thousand favors.

If it becomes a confidante that prevents the king from going to court early, and makes the world restless, then it is actually no big deal.

Putting on armor and leading the army under internal and external troubles, Lu Wuxia estimated that he would lead the army to conquer the city and bring peace to the world. On the way back, Chen Qiao turned into a yellow robe and became the emperor himself, turning the original emperor into a concubine...

probably?

Thinking about it this way is very emotional. Aliya feels that if her own mother travels back to ancient times, she must be a strange woman born in the world, who can perform a pure, real and unpretentious annual drama.

Of course, she is also a strange woman who is not born in the world, and Alia is also preparing to cooperate with her in an annual drama.

It's just that she hasn't thought about the script so far. After all, she fell down and vomited a few taels of blood for no reason. It was really too hard and not natural enough.

The silence in the room was interrupted, so it was natural that the silence could not continue.

The three parents looked at each other in blank dismay, Zhan Lan was the first to react and quickly lowered her head.

Just now she and Lu Wuxia glanced at each other, the latter had no other meaning, but she thought the other had other meanings, and the result is that she is now acting like a rabbit when she is frightened.

So you are really a rabbit spirit...

"Cough." Ai Rulong coughed lightly: "Xiaoya, just let the kitchen do it—"

"Cough—" Ai Rulong coughed lightly, and Lu Wuxia coughed heavily.

She thought for a while, then said softly, "Have half of the same amount. It's rare to eat your dishes, so it's not bad to change a few more flavors and process them."

Ai Rulong was perplexed, shocked, thinking, and suddenly realized—but it was too late.

At the current dinner table, there are two loving mothers, but the father is an idiot who doesn't understand the style.

Aliya nodded and looked around: "Aunt Lan, what flavor do you want?"

"I... I can do it." Zhan Lan lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's all right."

"Casual is the most difficult thing. To be more specific, do you want Orleans or barbecue flavor?"

"Orleans... No! Just the previous method is fine, no need to add a special one."

Zhan Lan, who didn't realize what she said in the middle of the speech, hurriedly changed her words, wishing she could slap herself.

What did you say?

Alicia's turkey!It's the first time for my daughter to make chicken... Cough, although it's not entirely the chicken made by the child, it's still a thought, not to mention the taste, as long as it's not made into coke, she's sure to chew all the bones swallowed.

Actually... Coke or something... It's not impossible to try...

Aliya took out her phone and wrote it down: "Honey juice, slightly spicy, Orleans..."

Then she didn't ask Ai Rulong's taste, wandered around and left again.

But when she turned her head to go out, she saw a guy walking back and forth in the corridor like a wandering spirit, as if he was looking for something.

Seeing the other party's drunken appearance, she blinked her eyes, didn't pay much attention, and just moved out of the way.

Not long after Aliya left, Baili also came out of the private room, looked around, and then walked lightly towards the bathroom—when he was passing the spicy chicken shredded private room, he stopped and tilted his head slightly , want to hear something.

Although nothing was heard.

But then, the door was suddenly opened.

Baili was startled, but kept a gentle pace and stepped forward, pretending to be natural and looking sideways.

Then a crying cat that walked silently rushed out, covered its mouth with tears in its eyes, and hit her body all at once.

"What the hell—"

If it is said that he was hit and fell on the spot, then of course it would not be possible, but such a sudden collision, subconsciously taking half a step back is still unavoidable.

Bai Li subconsciously reached out and grabbed the opponent's shoulder, but before she could speak, she saw the opponent's lips that were red and swollen like sausages, and the mouth was full of red oily flowers.

"Uh! Uh!!" The crying Mao Maotou was really crying—she had seen the fish head with chopped peppers before, but she had never seen the violently spicy fish head with chopped peppers in Taifenglou in her dreams.

If she doesn't go to the bathroom, she will probably have to get ready to go to the hospital for gastric lavage...

Bai Li let go of her subconsciously, and watched the guy run away with a smirk.

So why does this guy run silently on his feet?

And run so fast...

Bai Li and those people in the room who turned their heads to look at him stared at each other, especially Yu Cixin.