Chapter: 285

What he said is right, she is his wife now, the young wife of the Lu family, she doesn't have to be afraid of making things difficult for her.

She originally also represented the family and the face of the old man and Han Chuan. If she was afraid, she would really embarrass the old man and Han Chuan.

Therefore, for the sake of the old man and Han Chuan, no matter what, she must not reveal her weak and deceitful side.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiaoyao took the mobile phone beside the bed and made a call.

When Lu Hanchuan came out of the shower, she was chatting happily with the person on the phone.

Looking at her bright smiling face, Lu Hanchuan felt a little unhappy.

"Who are you calling?" he asked coldly.

She had never smiled so brightly when talking to him.

Fu Xiaoyao heard the man's voice, turned her head to look over, and mouthed him as a reply.

Seeing that she said "Grandpa" with her lips, Lu Hanchuan was stunned, and the indescribable anger in his heart dissipated without a trace.

"It's so late, why are you calling grandpa?"

Fu Xiaoyao covered the phone, and replied in a low voice: "I told Grandpa about worshiping ancestors, and Grandpa is very happy to know that you mentioned me."

"What are you talking about with Grandpa?" Lu Hanchuan frowned.

Fu Xiaoyao explained, "I thought about it, if they really came to me on their own initiative, I would send someone to drive them out, and it would be a bit of a mess, so I wanted to say hello to grandpa in advance, so that grandpa can have a good time." Mentally prepare."

Hearing her words, a look of surprise flashed across Lu Hanchuan's eyes, "You are quite thoughtful."

"Is this a compliment?" Fu Xiaoyao tilted her head.

Lu Hanchuan put his big hand on the top of her head and rubbed it vigorously, "No, there is nothing worthy of praise in your whole body!"

"Huh!" Fu Xiaoyao took his hand away a little unhappy, "Hair is all messed up."

"Call me." Lu Hanchuan didn't care if her hair was messy or not, and stretched out his hand to her.

Fu Xiaoyao glanced at him and put the phone on his palm.

When she put it down, her fingertips accidentally touched his hand, and his hand immediately retracted.

Fu Xiaoyao felt cold in her heart, thinking that he disliked her, and after smiling apologetically at him, she was about to take her hand back.

But as soon as he collected a little, his hand was grabbed by him.

"Why are your hands so cold?" He asked in a deep voice.

It's not winter yet, and her hands are a bit too cold. JrNovels.com