Gu Qingge was immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't notice that Lu Yichen went upstairs secretly.

Lu Xingye in the study, looking at the interaction with Jinghong on Weibo, he felt helpless, but a little spoiled.

To Lu xingyelai, he knows that young master Jinghong is not old, and he is just like a child. For a long time, he has treated him as his younger brother.

Therefore, he didn't care about the unbridled behavior of young master Jinghong in front of him, and sometimes he was really cute.

If you think about it carefully, the childe's temperament is a little similar to his little wife's.

No wonder the relationship between the two people is so good. There are reasons for that.

Lu Xingye didn't think that the two would be the same person, because none of them revealed any clue.

It's absolutely unscientific to drag these two people together and conclude that they are the same person.

At least for now, Lu Xingye has no such idea.

Lu Xingye's connivance to the young master Jinghong is to treat him as his younger brother.

"Buckle." When Lu Xingye heard the knock on the door, he slightly raised his eyebrows and heard the sound of opening the door. He looked up and saw Lu Yichen come in with his little head: "Dad, can I come in?"

"Well." Lu Xingye nodded and waved to Lu Yichen.

Lu Yichen just smiles and steps small short leg, trots to rush to Lu Xingye's body.

Lu Xingye patted Lu Yichen's head: "what's the matter? I'm disgusted by your mother, so I come to comfort you? "

"Then what? I hate you, too. " Lu Xingye didn't give Lu Yichen a chance to speak, so he asked and answered himself.

Lu Yichen small face a span, a big white eyes, curled his mouth, whispered: "hum, sure enough, I don't like dad."

"I heard it." Lu Xingye said a word leisurely.

"If you hear it, you'll hear it. You don't like me anyway." Lu Yichen turned his back to Lu Xingye and put his hands around his chest. He looked very angry and couldn't coax her.

Lu Xingye can't help but feel that this kind of Lu Yichen is very cute, a little more childish, but it's better than the previous deep, little adult look.

"Well, come to me. What do you want to tell me?"

Lu Xingye holds Lu Yichen in his arms from behind him, looks down at his son and asks.

He believes that his son is definitely the kind of person who goes to the temple of three treasures. He is usually so obsessed with singing, so he will come to him if he has nothing to do.

It seems sad to say, doesn't it?

However, Lu Xingye didn't mind. In the past, the situation was more serious than this. Now it can be said that it has changed a lot.

Moreover, Lu Xingye is not averse to the present mode of getting along.

"Dad, I'm still angry. Don't talk to me casually, or I'll look casual." Lu Yichen had his own little temper and snorted.

Lu Xingye can't help laughing. How can this little guy be so funny? Is this telling him that if he wants to make a good noise, he won't be angry?

"How can we not be casual?" Lu Xingye pretends not to recognize Lu Yichen's meaning. When he asks this question, he sees Lu Yichen turn around and stare at him angrily.

"Dad's a fool." Lu Yichen was angry and depressed, and make complaints about Lu Xing night.

Lu Xingye couldn't help laughing and crying. This little guy is really