When his father passed away a hundred years ago and the family property was divided, Lu Dongming would still receive a large amount of inheritance from the family, and his net worth would only rise but not fall.

Mrs. Lu was looking for a wife candidate for him, so she was naturally very demanding.

Zhan Yin thought that the Zhan family had no daughter, if he had a younger sister, Mrs. Lu would definitely consider his younger sister first.

"My sister said that Mrs. Lu passed by there one day, went into her shop to chat, and showed my sister a photo of Ms. Yu. Husband, I always feel that Mrs. Lu did it on purpose. Back off."

Without even thinking about it, Zhan Yin said, "It's definitely on purpose. A proud person like Mrs. Lu, even if she passes by and sees her sister, she won't be able to go in and chat."

When Mrs. Shang held a banquet for her two nieces, Mrs. Lu didn't pay much attention to Hai Ling at the banquet. Except for that time, the two of them never met again.

How could Mrs. Lu go in and chat with Hai Ling as she passed by.

"Will Mrs. Lu smash my sister's shop? Then throw out a check for five million and tell my sister to leave with the check and never see Boss Lu?"

Zhan Yin, who was drinking a glass of milk, choked on the milk when he heard Haitong's words, which made him cough, and hurriedly downed the glass of milk.

Hai Tong wanted to pat him on the back, but he raised his hand to stop it.

He stopped coughing quickly, and said with a smile: "Tongtong, you think too much, such plots in novels will never happen."

"If it wasn't for us, and your sister really misses Dongming, Mrs. Lu will just let someone smash up your sister's shop, and then forcefully drive your sister away. She won't give your sister any money for a while."

Zhan Yin continued: "But with us here, Mrs. Lu wouldn't do that. Dong Ming and I are good friends, and you are my wife, the eldest mistress of my Zhan family. Mrs. Lu must look at the Buddha's face even if she doesn't look at the monk's face." , not to mention that you still have your aunt here."

"Even if my sister really likes Dong Ming, Mrs. Lu will just talk to your sister and tell your sister directly that she will not accept a daughter-in-law like your sister."

"I think Mrs. Lu took Ms. Yu's photo and showed it to my sister. In fact, she was trying to see if she had any thoughts about Dong Ming. In the end, she definitely didn't. My sister never thought about Dong Ming at all. She's only thinking about Dong Ming now. Stuck in the breakfast shop, she only wants to have a career, and she only wants to make money."

Zhan Yin also sees Hai Ling clearly.

"Sister, if she has any thoughts about Dong Ming, Mrs. Lu will not let her continue to open a shop there."

Haitong agrees with what her husband said.

Mrs. Lu was trying to test her sister. Her sister didn't know anything, but that's okay, so it won't be affected.

"Honey, do you think I should tell my sister these things?"

"Mrs. Lu is at a loss. It means that she is just suspicious like us, but she can't prove it. You don't need to tell my sister. I'll just talk to Dong Ming. Tell him to stop going to our sister's place for breakfast in the future."

Zhan Yin complained about his friend in his heart, it's not that he doesn't provide breakfast at home, Lu Dongming needs to go there early on weekends to let you have breakfast?

"good."

When Zhan Yin was full, Haitong asked him with a smile: "Honey, where do you want me to go with you now?"

Zhan Yin flicked her forehead dotingly, "Yes, I'm overfed and I need to take a walk to digest my food. You can accompany me downstairs for a walk."

Haitong smiled, "I risk my life to be with the gentleman."

"Don't say it so seriously, just walk with me, you don't have to risk your life."

Aunt Liang watched with a smile as the couple went out for a walk.

Haitong originally wanted to take Xiaobai out, but she glanced at the man beside her, and then at Xiaobai who wanted to follow, but in the end she chose the man instead of Xiaobai.

There are quite a lot of people walking in the community, and some people walk their dogs. JrNovels.com