Lu Qian tilted his head slightly: "Don't you like sitting in the front?"
Mingzhu turned away slightly: "People's preferences will always change over time."
She made a double entendre.
Lu Qian heard it and looked unhappy but didn't say much.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at a high-end apartment building.
Duplex building of 260 square meters.
The decoration is very elegant and the view is wide.
Lu Qian carried Shuoshuo up. Looking around, he couldn't help but think of the old apartment... He felt sad and couldn't help but kiss his son.
The little guy has just recovered from a serious illness, but he really has no energy.
Lu Qian carried him to the children's room and put the little guy under the quilt. It was obviously the weather at the end of April, but the little guy's feet were cold.
Lu Qian leaned against the bed.
He took off his coat and put Shuoshuo's little feet on his belly.
It was warm and comfortable there.
Little Shuoshuo wanted to be comfortable, but he was angry with his father in his heart, so he lay on the pillow and remained silent.
Lu Qian felt soft in his heart.
He touched the little guy's feet.
Shuoshuo pouted, hugged the pillow, and slowly fell asleep.
When the child falls asleep, his body temperature rises, and his little feet are also warm.
Lu Qian gently put down his foot.
He sat next to his son, looked at his eyebrows carefully, and caressed him reluctantly.
Mingzhu stood at the door.
Lu Qian noticed that she was there and knew that she was trying to drive someone away. He said lowly and gently: "Let me stay with him for a while, okay?"
The words were very humble.
Mingzhu said softly: "Okay! But don't take him out."