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When returning to the car from Lu Haoyuan's place, Lu Miaomiao was still sleeping, Xu got up from the steering wheel, blinked his eyes and forced himself to ask: "Mr. Lu, are you going back to the apartment?"

"Go back and rest, I'll drive."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the lazy guy in the back seat of the car. Lu Miaomiao tucked his legs sideways, sleeping soundly in the spacious back seat.

Xu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened the door to give up his seat to Lu Xiao, before leaving, he did not forget to write a small report: "It's the food stall he ate secretly."

Lu Xiao nodded, closed the car door with a "click", turned down the air conditioner, and waited for more than ten minutes.

The backseat remained silent.

The young master glanced back again and said, "Get up."

Still nothing.

There were hardly any cars in the underground garage after six o'clock in the morning, and it was not time to go to work. Usually, the hard-to-find parking lot was empty. Lu Xiao parked in his own dedicated corner, surrounded by morning light on the cement. The coolness on the ground.

As a last resort, he could only get out of the car, open the door of the back seat, put the head of some lazy bastard on his lap, and sat in.

Lu Xiao: "Stop pretending."

Lu Miaomiao: "..."

The shrunken man obviously wanted to struggle again, closed his eyes and tried to snort with his small mouth, his nose was pinched in the next second, "When did you wake up?"

"Cool, cool!" Lu Miaomiao opened her eyes with a buzzing nasal voice, and patted the big icy hand that started to move before getting in the car, before Lu Xiao let go.

"Not long after you went up." Lu Miaomiao put these two hands together, rubbed them together, and then stuffed them into the zipper of her down jacket that had been blown warmly, covering her belly through the sweater, "How do you know that I woke up."

Lu Xiao glanced at the vent of the air conditioner: "It's not good to blow on it."

Lu Miaomiao is afraid of the cold and greedy for warmth. She never stops her hands when she gets in the car in winter. She must turn off the air conditioner and blow it on her forehead. The collar of the sweater that she blows on makes her feel comfortable.

Lu Xiao pointed at the vent and said, "It's different from when I left."

Lu Miaomiao stuck out her tongue at him: "You are the only one who is smart."

Through the warm belly, the warmth penetrated through the thin layer of sweater, and quickly spread to Lu Xiao's hands. In addition, he was still rubbing hard, and after a while, his hands became hot, and vice versa. It has become a "hot handbag" for warming the stomach.

He continued to ask: "What did the old man ask you for?"

Lu Xiao's eyes faded a bit: "You don't know?"

Lu Miaomiao blinked and muttered: "How do I know, your old Lu family didn't let me in, you raised me outside."

Lu Xiao frowned: "Who told you that?"

"Fang Ziwei."

Lu Miaomiao unceremoniously made a small report first.

Seeing that the young master was about to take out his mobile phone to give himself ordinary, Lu Miaomiao smiled and held down his hand that was so hot, "You tell me what the old man told you first, there is no rush."

In fact, he didn't take Fang Ziwei's words too seriously, but if the small report is not for nothing, the young master will not suffer.

Lu Xiao roughly explained the content of the conversation to Lu Miaomiao, but omitted the last anecdote about Deng Jiangming's life experience, and then looked at Lu Miaomiao's calm expression and asked, "Why did you take him to the hospital?"

Why is Deng Jiangming suddenly willing to bring up these old things again.

Although Lu Xiao had an answer in his heart.

Still not entirely sure.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Lu Miaomiao didn't answer, she stared at the bulging bag in the down jacket, and asked for a long time: "Deng Jiangming said, you heard about the medicine in the hospital. You waited for him in the hospital to wrap up the bandage, put on the steel plaster and hang the water, and wait for two days. more than an hour."

The boy's warm breath stagnated for a moment: "What are you waiting for him?"

Lu Xiao's thin eyelids drooped down, and Lu Miaomiao looked up from the bottom, her distinct eyelashes stretched out from the bottom of her eyes, which were extraordinarily long.I really want to be able to hide my thoughts, and I am dizzy with a faint light.

"Some private matters." Lu Xiao finally said.

He is not good at lying, and if it is something he doesn't want to say, he will answer with these more general words-"some private matters" and "some official matters".

Even so, the "public" and "private" are considered answers.

Lu Miaomiao's eyes flashed brightly, she raised her head and rubbed her head: "What's private?"

Lu Xiao looked at him and didn't speak.

Lu Miaomiao simply pouted: "If you don't tell me, I will think you have something to do, and I will be jealous."

Of course he knew that Lu Xiao wouldn't like that old bastard, but he knew that the young master wouldn't listen to him say that.

"He accidentally fell off the mountain when he was climbing that day. I saw some and wanted to ask him for verification."

Lu Xiao lowered his head, his eyes darkened for a moment.

It's not surprising that Lu Miaomiao noticed this.

Lu Xiao has always been a strict time planner. The few "wasting life" activities are just messing around with him. Other times, especially when it comes to work and arrangements, are basically the optimal route.

There is almost no such thing as making the young master wait for more than two hours and have to deal with it himself.

So even Deng Jiangming was surprised to see Lu Xiao still at the door of the ward that day.

"What did you see?" Lu Miaomiao asked.

He was lying on his back, with his head and half of his neck resting on Lu Xiao's legs, his short hair was hanging down like a flower at the back of his head, and the small bangs on his forehead were from sleeping or kneading. , bending a few slightly messy little rolls.

Lu Xiao didn't speak, just stared at his face. From this angle, he could see the boy's exceptionally clear eyebrows and facial features, as well as his skin as white and tender as a boiled egg, without any blemish.

Genes are hereditary messengers with unquestionable absolutes.

The person lying in the back seat of his own car looks the best in everything, the best match and choice in the complicated sequence.

In the early morning underground garage, there was a kind of emptiness that was beyond tranquility. Lu Miaomiao felt a hand held on her belly move, and the faint itchiness stretched from the palm of the hand to the forearm, and finally stopped somewhere.

The car was quiet for a long time, and no one spoke.

Lu Miaomiao's expression was as calm as he expected, but she seemed to be still digesting something, and didn't want to speak soon.

Lu Xiao coughed lightly, and finished the second half of what he had just reserved.

"The old man said that Deng Jiangming is the child of the old man of the Deng family in his 50s and a young female scholar he met. Because Rongsheng invested in the research project, the reputation of both sides will be bad if it is spread out."

A little surprise finally appeared on Lu Miaomiao's expression.

Lu Xiao continued: "I probably wouldn't recognize it, but the child is very smart, and Deng Ran is only interested in art and painting, so he waited until the child was almost ten years old before he was taken back, and he kept saying that he was adopted."

After a while, Lu Miaomiao said "oh".

After a while, he added: "He...Deng Jiangming said last night that he doesn't believe in marriage, nor does he believe in true feelings between people."

The lack of a native family made Deng Jiangming feel daunted by the life of two people getting married and becoming a husband and wife and raising a child together.

If this could really lead to happiness and would be good for the child, then how could he be abandoned?

Over time, I fell in love with another life where I can vent freely without worrying about offspring.

Lu Xiao said "hmm" and asked, "Then you?"

He wants to ask, how do you know, or...

What happened in the future.

In fact, he can probably guess that if there is no such thing as Lu Miaomiao, according to the normal development track, Deng Jiangming will marry Minister Chen's daughter, and then there may be one in order to please the old people on both sides, and for his own career. child.

Then what?

"Well, maybe he also knew later that he had leukemia, but it was already at an advanced stage and he couldn't be cured."

Lu Miaomiao was self-conscious, and her tone was flat as if she was writing a novel: "Old man Deng is no longer around after he passed away, and Rongsheng might be acquired by some big company, and then it might be that his Jingui wife thinks it is unnecessary to raise this child , or worried that the child is not healthy, or..."

Knowing that Deng Jiangming is gay, she doesn't want to see this child who makes her feel sick at all.

"Anyway, throw away the oil bottle."

After he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, and blinked at Lu Xiao: "Maybe so."

Half a foot away from him, that handsome face was wrinkled tightly, Lu Xiao asked: "Really?"

Lu Miaomiao nodded: "Really."

Lu Xiao always felt that he was hiding something, but there was no actual evidence, and he didn't know how to speak, so he had to carefully stare at every expression of the little boyfriend, trying to catch any loopholes.

Lu Miaomiao quickly added shamelessly: "So I've been entangled with you for the rest of my life. Anyway, I'm an ending that my parents don't want. Now that you picked it up, you have to take responsibility."

The small piece bulging in the down jacket moved, and the already very gentle big hand touched his hungry and somewhat deflated belly through the sweater, "Well, take charge."

No matter who Lu Miaomiao is, whether his parents are still alive or not, everyone belongs to him.

On this point, Lu Xiao never intended to give in.

If Lu Miaomiao is not satisfied and wants to pursue family affection, he can even find a way to catch those two people to have a meal once a week, even at the company's dining table.

If Lu Miaomiao didn't want to see those two people, he could act as if nothing happened, he was still the little guy he picked up, and he didn't know his origin.

Just a little bit.

Lu Xiao asked: "Do you want to save him?"

Now that Deng Jiangming is willing to tell the whole story about these things, and let Lu Haoyuan ruthlessly send Lu Zhen to death, there will always be a reward.

This reward, I am afraid, can only be the price of saving lives.

"You're a match, aren't you?"

Lu Miaomiao is a direct relative, so the probability of matching is naturally much higher.

"He has to live and be responsible for his Rongsheng's affairs."

Lu Miaomiao touched the one-centimeter-long slit with her hands and said, "And just a little bit of bone marrow cells, 10 grams, is fine. I can still be alive and kicking, eat and sleep with you, and have sex."

Lu Xiao's face was not so good-looking: "A little bit of surgery is necessary, the operation will be risky, he is not worth it."

"No, he has to live to prove my identity."

After Lu Miaomiao finished speaking, she paused subconsciously, and added with a grin: "In this way, I will become more expensive, and the old man will not dare to attack me in the future, maybe I can still enter the door."

Lu Xiao: "..."

"You don't need his permission."

Lu Xiao said, "I don't owe the Lu family anything."

After all, the young master was still stingy with the 10 grams of cells and didn't want to give them.

Lu Miaomiao hummed to coax people, first kissed, then turned around on Lu Xiao's body, and turned to face the dark cloth.

The delicate and smooth material, with a few folds rubbed out by himself, is very similar to the scene he saw in the first second when he opened his eyes on the first day he wore it.

At that time, he thought it was a curtain, and stretched out his claws to press it.

The difference is that he now knows the cause and effect of everything, where he is and where his home is.

Thinking of Lu Xiao's reaction afterwards, Lu Miaomiao let out a "puchi" laugh, and stretched out her claws restlessly again.

"......"

"Don't move, this time makes you comfortable."

Half an hour later, Lu Miaomiao closed her sore mouth, Lu Xiao darkened her face, and stretched her hand to find paper for him, but the person on her leg moved her Adam's apple and didn't bother to get up.

Lu Xiao: "..."

"Are you satisfied? Mr. Lu."

Lu Miaomiao licked her lips and said, "Can you drive me home and cook for me?" He rubbed his belly: "I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his hand covering the heat had left its original position, and was probing somewhere, and hurriedly moved his buttocks.

"What are you doing with your hands?" Lu Miaomiao asked alertly with her eyes wide open.

He worked hard just now, firstly, he didn't want to continue talking about Deng Jiangming's mess with Lu Xiao, and secondly, he wanted to help others vent, so as not to go home and be fucked.He didn't close his eyes all night, he was hungry and didn't sleep enough, he just wanted to eat scrambled eggs with two boyfriends and then sleep.

But Lu Xiao didn't feel sleepy like he didn't close his eyes all night, he turned him over with a dark face,

"It's hot, don't waste it."