The cute cub is weak and helpless, and does not want to become popular [Entertainment Circle]

Ye Nanzhou was standing at the entrance, looking straight at his father whom he hadn't seen for more than four years.

Faced with this accusation, the corners of Ye Nanzhou's pursed lips moved slightly, and his eyes lowered.

Auntie Fang subconsciously grabbed Ye Nanzhou's arm, trying to smooth things over anxiously: "Your father has such a temper, don't argue with him." She frowned at Ye Jianping, signaling him to speak up.

Obviously his son is not around, he misses it more than anyone else; now that his son has finally entered the house, the first sentence he has to say is to rush out.

Auntie Fang took Ye Nanzhou to the living room, picked up the gift box in his hand and showed it to Ye Jianping: "Old Ye, don't talk harshly to Nanzhou. Nanzhou even brought so many things from Rongcheng all the way to see." you."

"You just..." Ye Jianping couldn't get up and down a sentence, glanced at his only son whom he hadn't seen for a few years, but still didn't follow his own temper.

After Ye Nanzhou sat down, Aunt Fang went to the kitchen to arrange lunch and came out to serve a cup of tea. Seeing that the father and son hadn't spoken yet, she shook her head secretly.

They are all bad tempers.

Aunt Fang took the initiative and said, "Old Ye, who did you say Nanzhou's Uncle Yang was? How did you get involved with Nanzhou?"

When Ye Jianping was about to speak, Ye Nanzhou picked up the water glass and explained in a gentle voice, "It should be Uncle Yang, the youngest son in Rongcheng, who is in the hotel linen business."

Aunt Fang remembered that there was indeed such a person who had cooperated with Ye Jianping's company before.She took a step forward and asked, "Did you meet? What happened?"

Ye Nanzhou knew that Auntie Fang took the initiative to ask questions to break the matter up in front of his father and give him a chance to explain.

Ye Nanzhou has always appreciated Aunt Fang's kindness, and there is no reason to disappoint such a gentle and kind person.

Ye Nanzhou mentioned that Lao Yang's youngest son took his children to participate in his program, but because of his relationship with him, he anonymously reported other contestants for making rumors about the injustice of the program team, and explained clearly how the program team would hire a lawyer to deal with it.

Aunt Fang shook her head and said speechlessly, "What does that have to do with you?"

She turned to Ye Jianping and said, "Lao Yang is really, why don't you blame your grandson for not being careful in participating in the competition, why don't you blame your son for wanting to go through the back door? Could it be that our Nanzhou owes their family? For this matter, help It is our duty not to help. Besides, if Nan Zhou is in charge of management, if he can easily let Xiao Yang leave the relationship, what will the people below think? If everyone follows suit, how will Nan Zhou manage his subordinates?"

Ye Jianping listened with a straight neck, and said: "This society is like this, the road is flexible, Lao Yang and I have been business friends for many years. Now his son asks my son to do something, and my son directly puts down the stall. Put down the stall Forget it, and let his son make a fool of himself in public, Lao Yang said that everyone made a fuss on the Internet, and now the whole circle is laughing at his son."

Ye Nanzhou took a sip of water calmly, pretending not to hear.

Auntie Fang laughed, and pressed Xiubai's palm on the glass surface of the rosewood coffee table, and patted it lightly: "This is because my son can't manage well, and I want to teach other sons. This old Yang can't do it either."

Ye Jianping glared at her immediately: "Don't make trouble."

Ye Nanzhou dissuaded: "Okay, don't quarrel with Auntie Fang because of my affairs. It's a trivial matter. I'm glad the young contestant didn't get hurt because of Uncle Yang's youngest son, and the program team didn't suffer much."

"Then you have to take care of my old face. You don't have to come back to this house for four years, and you don't want to be around relatives and friends. I was born here and I will die here. If you continue like this, will you offend my old friends in the future? It's all over. On the day of my funeral, no one is willing to burn incense for me?"

Ye Jianping's words were more unpleasant than each sentence.

Ye Nanzhou thought, why did he decide to go home?

Impulse is the devil.

Auntie Fang sighed: "Old Ye, do you have to say something so serious? When Nanzhou came back, we had a happy meal. He came back specially to watch you. If you don't want to watch, I will send him away? Or I'll go too, I'll just hit the accelerator and go to Rongcheng."

With that said, she was about to stand up.

"Nonsense!" Ye Jianping held her back and said with a stiff tone, "Eat."

After speaking, he controlled the wheelchair and went to the restaurant.

Aunt Fang patted Ye Nanzhou on the shoulder: "Let's go, eat."

Ye Nanzhou had been thinking before, what exactly did Aunt Fang like about his father?His own mother couldn't bear it and chose to divorce.

Aunt Fang can actually live by his side for ten years.

He was half a step late, and Aunt Fang had already stepped forward with a light gait, actively pushed Ye Jianping's wheelchair, and bent down as if to say something in Ye Jianping's ear.

Ye Nanzhou thought, maybe Aunt Fang really knows how to get along with his father.

Or maybe they are willing to get to know each other deeply and get in touch with each other in the long process of getting along, so that they can have a harmony that is difficult for outsiders to understand today.

Both he and his mother seem to have chosen to "avoid".

The way his mother avoided it was to file for divorce, and the way he avoided it was to stay in a different place and not go home.

restaurant.

At home, guests are usually treated at a large round table, and the family eats at a small round table.

Today I also used a small round table, but the dishes were filled to the brim, piled up in two layers, and it would be enough to lay it flat on a large round table.

There are also a lot of dishes, there are three plates of light shrimp, boiled and dipped in vinegar, deep-fried shrimp in oil, Longjing shrimp, chicken stewed in chicken soup, thick sauce cut into well-shaped lines, and four or five plates of stir-fried Seasonal vegetables, and there are various kinds of lo mei piled up on several plates.

They are all Ye Nanzhou's favorite food.

Ye Nanzhou sometimes thinks that even his own mother might not be able to handle such comprehensive things. It seems that Aunt Fang is the only one who cares about these trivial things in life.

Auntie Fang used serving chopsticks to pick up vegetables for Ye Nanzhou: "I forgot to make braised pork, but your father asked me to prepare braised pork, saying that you love bibimbap with sauce."

"Cough!" Ye Jianping picked up the chopsticks, "Eat it, don't say it's useless."

Auntie Fang smiled: "You started asking about what to eat for lunch today at noon yesterday, and you still wanted to tell Sister Chen to start stewing meat and chicken soup early at night. If you don't tell me about these things, how will Nanzhou know?"

Sister Chen brought up the last plate of steamed sea bass sprinkled with shallots, and responded with a smile: "Before Madam came back, Mr. just came out of the kitchen."

Ye Nanzhou drank the chicken soup, which was not too hot on a hot day.

After dinner, the three of them sat in the flower hall for afternoon tea.

Ye Jianping learned that his son had to take the train back immediately today, and said bluntly: "You are busier than me now, and you can't stay at home for one night?"

Ye Nanzhou thought, no matter how delicious the chicken soup is, what his father said will be annoying after all. "The show at hand is very busy, it will be better after a while."

"Then come back after you finish your work. By the way, which program is it?" Aunt Fang asked concerned, "Nan Zhou, tell Auntie, and Auntie will also watch it online."

"It's a selection program mainly for children." Ye Nanzhou swiped on his phone and showed her the live broadcast platform of "Zai Zai Going Forward". The selection has just ended, and next is the national selection, and there are still three or four rounds to go."

Auntie Fang took a look at her mobile phone and pointed to a fair and cute little face: "This kid is so good-looking, he looks so cute."

Ye Nanzhou glanced at it, smiled and said softly: "His name is Tang Xiaoou. He is a very popular young player in the Rongcheng competition area, and he is also very smart."

Aunt Fang asked: "How many children are selected from a competition area?"

"On the day of the competition, 12 were promoted, and the remaining 3 were watched by the audience during the live broadcast this week." Ye Nanzhou glanced at the silent Ye Jianping, "Uncle Yang's grandson did not advance in this one."

Ye Jianping raised his eyebrows, glanced at the mobile phone in his wife's hand from a distance, and didn't take it seriously.

But Auntie Fang clicked into Xiaolian's live channel, saw some of his past videos, and then asked: "How old is this Xiaoou? He looks so small, can he still participate in the show competition? So smart?"

Ye Nanzhou said lightly: "A little over four years old."

The eyelid of Ye Jianping's left eye twitched sharply. He paid careful attention to his son's reaction, and felt relieved when he realized that he was only stating the facts.

This age is really too sensitive for the relationship between their father and son.

Ye Jianping didn't want to continue this topic, so he said directly to Ye Nanzhou: "Come with me to the study, I have something else to tell you."

Only then did Aunt Fang hand the phone to Ye Nanzhou, and joked with a smile: "Look, block me as a foreign surname at the critical moment. Hey, I'll go find my son and not talk to you guys."

When Ye Jianping heard her say "my son", it was all right now, and the eyelid of his right eye also started to twitch wildly.

It seems that there are landmines everywhere, which can blow up people to ashes in minutes.

Ye Nanzhou was calmer than Ye Jianping. Anyway, seeing that Auntie Fang couldn't avoid "her son", there was no need to worry about it all the time.

The father and son entered the study on the first floor one after the other, and Aunt Fang went into the kitchen to prepare some food for Ye Nanzhou to bring back.

Sister Chen took out a few special products that she had prepared a few days ago, and asked, "Madam, it's a bit heavy, how do I bring it there? It would be fine if you come by car, just put it in the car."

Now that Ye Nanzhou came here by high-speed train, he couldn't carry it back with both hands.

Auntie Fang said: "Sister Chen, please contact the courier point of the property and find a master. I will ask Nanzhou's address in a while and send it directly to him."

She also didn't know the specific situation of Ye Nanzhou in Rongcheng, so she planned to prepare more things, so that she could give them to leaders, colleagues, and friends, and keep some for herself, so she tried to prepare as much as possible.

Sister Chen saw that his wife had washed her hands and used a clean vacuum bag to pack the lo-mei, so she said, "Madam, let me come and you rest. You have worked hard to prepare these lo-mei."

"Only two or three times like this." Auntie Fang looked at the things in her hand, and she didn't know how many times she sighed today, "You said that each of these children is homeless. The same is true for Ah Zheng. He is not happy that his father asked him to return to China. Abroad is freedom, but there is always no home. If he can get married smoothly, I don't worry about being abroad."

Sister Chen helped and persuaded, "In a few years, Ah Zheng is still young. When I want to start a family and start a business, I will understand the hard work of my parents, and then I will know how to be filial to you when I come back."

Auntie Fang shook her head. Their family, Yuan Zheng, was good-looking since he was a child, but he was rebellious in his bones and rebellious in his ears.

But at this moment, she remembered the cutie she saw on Ye Nanzhou's phone just now.

Auntie Fang talked about variety shows with Sister Chen, and she raised her mouth with a smile: "Ah Zheng is the same as the kid I saw just now, it's so cute at first glance..."

She recalled her son's cute appearance when he was three or four years old with some intoxication, "It's so sweet when you smile, it makes you want to give him everything good."

Sister Chen asked, "Really? Does your wife have any photos of Ah Zheng when he was a child?"

Aunt Fang regretted: "I didn't take a few photos. He didn't like taking photos since he was a child. He didn't have a mobile phone at that time, unlike now. It's a pity."

She used a small device to vacuum several bags of lo-mei, sealed them and put them in a large box.

"Sister Chen, give me the ice pack, and open the ice pack, so that it will be delivered by express, and it will not be broken when it arrives tomorrow."

Sister Chen opened the big refrigerator and drew ice packs from the bottom. Mrs. Xindao really cared about Nan Zhou. It would be even better if Ah Zheng could return to China. Who wouldn’t want their son by their side?

study.

Ye Nanzhou and Ye Jianping faced each other and sat silently for 3 minutes.

The father and son didn't talk very much at first, after what happened four years ago, it seems that they can't find any old feelings to narrate.

After a long time, Ye Jianping coughed and took the initiative to break the deadlock.

"You and Ah Zheng have been in contact over the years?"

Ye Nanzhou's straight eyelashes trembled slightly, and his usually calm lake-like eyes were now stagnant. He didn't expect the topic to start here.

"No, there has been no contact since he returned to England."

If you want to count the days, to be precise, it should be five years.

"Four years ago..." Ye Jianping put his old and strong hand on the table, and shook the table, "Nanzhou, you blame me, I know."

With these words, memories hit like a hurricane, and noisy quarrels and accusations filled Ye Nanzhou's ears.

——"Why do you want to keep this child? Nanzhou, you are only 24 years old. If you give birth to him, what will happen to your future life?!"

——"Kill the child, go back with me, forget this matter forever, and pretend it never happened. You are still so young, everything can start from scratch!"

——"I, Ye Jianping, only have your son, I will always be for your own good, think about you, and listen to me!"

After the hurricane, it was the hopeless escape in the torrential rain, the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road when braking, and the cry for help when life was hanging by a thread.

——"Dad, Dad, I beg you, save the child first, I want the child to survive!"

——"Nan Zhou, Dad wants you to survive, you must not leave Dad alone." ——"Dad, where is my child?"

——"Nanzhou, the child... I didn't keep it."

Ye Nanzhou is of course qualified to blame Ye Jianping, not only blame, but even hate.

So for four years, he never contacted Ye Jianping, and he couldn't even find a vent. Sometimes he felt like he was turning into a balloon, on the verge of bursting, and sooner or later, he would be blown to pieces.

At this moment, facing Ye Jianping, who spoke lightly.

Ye Nanzhou thought, he really shouldn't come back.

What did he come back trying to find?

Stupid and pointless.

He can't find the warmth of home here, and he can't get warmth. Even if he was cared for in the last second, he will use various methods to repay this "caring" in the next second.

For him, family is a cruel test question, no matter how he answers it will never pass.

Ye Nanzhou lowered his eyes, turned over the phone on the table and looked at the time: "It's getting late, I have to go to the high-speed rail station, the ticket is for four o'clock."

Ye Jianping couldn't even sigh freely. There was a resentment in his heart, but he didn't know how to relieve it.In the end, he only said: "If you don't want to come back, you can settle down in Rongcheng. I will arrange the house for you."

"No need." Ye Nanzhou thought, he was always like this, as if he thought he was omnipotent, and always wanted to arrange this and that for others.

Perhaps, instead of arrangement, it should be control.

Ye Nanzhou broke free from the shackles of the cage, stood up and said, "I have a deposit, and I will arrange it myself."

Ye Jianping's first reaction was to say, what can you arrange?But looking at my son, now without his father, life is going smoothly outside, and he is no longer the child who needs him to teach him to walk and ride a bicycle.

"I asked your Auntie Fang, Ah Zheng probably...will not come back these years. Or, you should go home?"

Ye Nanzhou wanted to laugh, he still couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, he said let him buy a house in Rongcheng for a while, and wanted him to go back to Jincheng for a while.He pushed away the chair, looked down at Ye Jianping calmly, and calmly said, "I'm already thirty, and I will make some decisions by myself. Don't think too much for me. If you have time, take care of Auntie Fang."

Ye Jianping felt very uncomfortable when he heard it, as if he was accused by his son to his face - you are old and have lost the qualification to manage me.

When Ye Nanzhou left, Ye Jianping was by the French window of the study, quietly looking in the direction of the gate of the courtyard.

It was still Aunt Fang who drove Ye Nanzhou to the high-speed rail station in person.

When parting, Auntie Fang said: "Nanzhou, although Auntie doesn't know what happened between you father and son, no matter what, Auntie hopes you will be well and come back when you are homesick. Auntie will visit you later."

Ye Nanzhou nodded, grateful, but always mixed with a trace of indescribable shame.

Banyan City.

Lu Lu's garden villa.

When Xiao Ou was led by Lu Lu into the huge, well-lit and exquisite big house, her big mouth was never closed, and her long eyelashes fanned her palms, as if confirming that this was really her brother's home.

The tall floor-to-ceiling windows, the setting sun falls on the glass, reflecting colors that make Xiaoou dizzy.

Little lotus root is holding a big paper bag with two arms, which contains fresh fruits and vegetables.

He thought dizzily in his little head, if his brother's house was used to store small milk, it should be able to drink forever.

He has no idea how far it is forever, but he can't finish it anyway.

The aunts in the villa were all curious about what would happen to the first friend brought back by the young master. When they first saw Xiao Ou, they were all surprised by his cute and well-behaved appearance.

I thought that according to the young master's temper, my friend might have a similar personality, but who knew that Xiao Ou was not of this type at all.

Lu Lu awkwardly introduced the two aunts in front of Xiao Ou.

Xiao Ou raised a smile: "Auntie is good." Then she said to another aunt, "Auntie is also good."

"Hello, hello." The aunts instantly fell in love with this cute little girl with bright smiles in her eyes. At first glance, she looked like a good-looking baby with a good upbringing and a gentle personality.

Xiao Ou hurriedly stood on tiptoe, and he gave the vegetables and fruits that he carried all the way to his aunt: "Auntie, these are grown at Xiao Ou's home, they are delicious."

There are two bags in total, all produced in the vegetable garden of the orphanage, absolutely organic vegetables.

The driver has already brought in the other heavy bag, while Xiao Lotus has been holding the small one.

Originally, Lu Lu wanted to help the little elk carry it, but the little elk insisted on holding it by himself.

The aunts have already paid attention to the emerald green melons and fruits, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch them with a smile: "Thank you, Xiaolian."

This kid also knows how to deliver presents to the door, and the gifts are household items from the neighbors, which is really lovable.

The aunt asked: "Then... Lu Lu, are you and Xiao Ou going to the toy room on the second floor? I'll send the fruit up."

The young master told him that when his friends come, he should be called Lu Lu instead of the young master.

Auntie almost called Shunzui.

But Lu Lu didn't notice it at all, because since he brought the little elk in, his mood has been inexplicably ups and downs, which completely exceeded his own expectations.

He really hoped that Xiaoou would like his home, and he also hoped that Xiaoou would like everyone in the family, even if it was a flower or a grass in the garden, a painting or an ornament on the wall, he hoped that Xiaoou would look happy.

Lu Lu took the little elk's hand: "How about going to my brother's toy room to play? We will broadcast live in a while."

The aunts laughed secretly, the appearance of the young master claiming to be his brother is really cute.

Xiao Ou stepped on her feet, leaned into Lu Lu's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Where is brother's father? Isn't uncle at home?"

"Well, not here." Lu Lu didn't really want Lu Mingqian to be at home, "at work."

"Oh." Xiao Ou smiled. Today is a working day, and Xiao Ke's brother has also gone to work.

Originally, if Xiao Ou wanted to live broadcast at home, Xiao Ke would go home in the afternoon, but today it was live broadcast at Lu Lu's house, so Uncle Liu was in charge of the live broadcast.

Uncle Liu: For the first time in my life, I was a little flustered!

Lu Lu took the little elk to take the elevator. He usually ran the stairs, but today there was a little elk, so it was easier to take the elevator.

Xiao Ou looked at the elevator curiously. He thought that only very tall buildings would have an elevator, but he didn't expect that it could be installed at home.

There is a brightly colored painting on the wall facing the elevator door. The painting is a gouache motorcycle. The lines are not very smooth, but the color is bright, and there is a childish romantic imagination in the resemblance.

Xiao Ou stood on tiptoe to look at the painting, pointed at it and said, "Brother, this is really pretty."

"Really?" Lu Lu's heart at the moment seemed to be stepped on gently by a kitten, and it was so soft that it melted into a puddle of water. "It was drawn by my brother."

proud!

Even though he finished the painting at that time, he threw it away, Lu Mingqian dug out the piles of sketches and sent them to be bound, and found a place all over the house that he thought was the perfect place to hang them.

The elevator made a sound: "The elevator is here, hurry up and get down!"

this sound...

It's obviously Lu Lu's, and it's full of childish impatience.

Xiao Ou and Lu Lu looked at each other dumbfounded.

Lu Lu: Damn it, why did he forget that the elevator sound was set up? At that time, Lu Mingqian asked him to say it was cute, but he deliberately didn't say it. In the end, Lu Mingqian made him irritated, and it became like this.

It's been so long since he's taken an elevator that he's really put the matter behind him.

Before the little elk could react, Lu Lu pulled him out of the elevator: "Let's go, go to brother's toy room."

Xiao Ou looked back at the elevator, tilted her head and said curiously: "Is that my brother's voice? Xiao Ou heard it."

He pursed the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile.

Lu Lu nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Ou pointed to the top of the elevator that made the sound: "Brother is fierce."

Lu Lu quickly explained: "It will be changed in a while, and it can be changed."

He thought for a while, fearing that the little elk would be scared away by him, he held the little elk's hand tightly, "Can you tell me something, please? My brother put the voice of the little lotus in. The voice of the little lotus is soft and nice."

"Huh?" Xiao Ou asked unexpectedly, "Is this still possible?"

As Lu Lu walked towards the toy room, he said quickly: "Yes, let Uncle Liu change it, and change it now."

If he could hear the cue from the elk every day, he would have to take the elevator every day!

One hundred sittings a day!

Well, don't give Lu Ming a seat!

Uncle Liu, who was fiddling with the live broadcast equipment in the toy room, just hung up the call with Xiao Ke.

He thought it was very simple, but it took him a long time to do it.

Uncle Liu's insight today: It turned out that the young master didn't want to live broadcast, but it was actually to reduce his burden, otherwise there would be an extra job content.

In the future, I can still avoid it.

There was a sound of cheerful footsteps in the corridor.

Uncle Liu lamented that this big house is so lively, which is really nice.

As soon as Lu Lu entered the toy room, he said to Uncle Liu, "Uncle Liu, how do you change the sound of the elevator? You need to change it."

"Ah?" Uncle Liu looked at the two children, instantly understood, and joked, "It's time to change."

Lu Lu felt guilty for no reason.

But Xiao Ou was attracted by the large three-dimensional racing track in the house.

The log-colored racing track is undulating, occupying the entire room, and the smooth curve arc and complex interchange design are extremely realistic.

Lu Lu was very satisfied when he saw Xiao Ou's reaction. He moved it out of the warehouse. Since he went to the club to play karting, he sent this indoor track car to the underground warehouse. Now he can play with Xiao Ou .

Xiao Ou bent down and squatted beside the track, carefully touching the suspended track, her immature face was full of surprise.

Lu Lu squatted on the side of the track with him and asked, "Little Lotus, would you like to play with this?"

"Yeah, I like it." Xiao Ou nodded confusedly, "But..." He scratched the tips of his ears and said shyly, "What if Xiao Ou doesn't know how to play, brother."

Lu Lu said happily: "My brother will teach you."

Uncle Liu: Why do you feel that the young master is waiting for Xiao Ou to say no and to be taught?

Lu Lu excitedly took the little elk to look at the small cars in the cabinet next to them. There were all kinds of small remote control racing cars classified according to color.

"Little lotus, choose one here, and my brother will teach you how to play."

Xiao Ou was surprised by the countless model cars: "There are so many?" He saw a bright orange flat car at a glance, "This is beautiful, brother."

Lu Lu opened the glass cabinet and took it out: "Well, Xiaoou can play with this." He chose a black trot himself.

Uncle Liu cleaned up the live broadcast equipment, and clipped the microphones for the two children.

After the live broadcast officially started, Uncle Liu found that there were no online viewers in the live broadcast room.

That's right, Lu Lu has never broadcast live, and there is no preview this time, who will watch?

However, after the live broadcast room started, the viewers came in one after another after jumping on the platform and saying "Now Live".

"Wow! Look what I saw! Lu Lu actually started a live broadcast."

"Wait a minute, why is Xiao Ou? Didn't Xiao Ou broadcast live today?"

"It's probably here with Lu Lu, but there was no notice. Is it a surprise?"

"Almost miss it, woo woo woo woo, it's a good thing I've been squatting, Xiao Ou is going to get a spanking, so don't obediently live broadcast at home, run to play"

"Hahahaha, it's okay to go to Brother Lu Lu's house to play."

After Lu Lu's live broadcast room started, Xiao Ke made a repost in Xiao Ou's live broadcast room, reminding fans in the live broadcast room that Xiao Ou was playing with Lu Lu.

The number of viewers whizzed up, and the barrage instantly filled the screen.

Uncle Liu sighed in his heart, is this the joy of rubbing "traffic"?

"Oh my god, is this at Lu Lu's house or a shopping mall? This track, this room, this racing car, don't tell me it's at your own home!"

"It seems to be my own home. How can a shopping mall have such a delicate carpet? There is a side of a cabinet in the upper left corner"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a professional track produced by a private label in China, and the price may be between five and six figures."

"Don't just look at the track, those two cars are not cheap, and with the wireless remote control in Xiaolian's hand, it's all about money."

"Lu Lu is really a little rich man."

"Please remove the word small"

"As expected, Lu has a mine at home Lu."

It was the first time for Xiao Ou to play track racing, but he was not very good at it. When the car overturned for the fifth time, he was a little desperate.

How could he overturn Brother Lu Lu's car? What if he broke it?

Lu Lu was worried that he would not have a good time, so he asked, "Xiao Ou, why don't we play another one?"

"No, Xiao Ou has to learn." Xiao Ou sticks out the tip of her tongue, "Xiao Ou will be careful. I won't overturn the car again."

"It's okay." Lu Lu hurriedly said, "This car is very resistant to falling, and it can be turned hundreds or thousands of times."

The bullet screen was speechless for a while: "Lu Lu, are you sure?"

"It should be to appease Xiaotangou, cool brother Lu Lu's tender moment hahahaha"

Xiao Ou started the car again, walked along the track seriously, and when he finally managed to control the car stably, he jumped up and cheered happily: "Great brother, Xiao Ou can play now!"

He turned around, facing Lu Lu who was sitting on the ground, raised his eyebrows and trembled, "Brother, Xiaoou wants to compete with brother!"

Lu Lu looked at the cute and lively little elk, and was also very happy: "Okay!"

The two little guys returned the car to the starting point and the race officially started.

Xiao Ou focused on the track ahead, and suddenly said without looking back: "Brother can't let Xiao Ou."

Lu Lu's thought of releasing the water was immediately pushed down.

"Well, don't let Xiaolian, brother has fun."

They were playing when Uncle Liu noticed a figure leaning against the door at some point.

Lu Mingqian leaned lazily against the door frame with a relaxed expression and a smile in his eyes.

The son has a playmate, and he finally looks like a child instead of a little old man.

Lu Lu:?