Chapter 982: I like it (plus more 2)

Lu Yuchen glanced at the little Lu Qilin who was aside, and said indifferently, "I like it. She is the woman I like. I don't care about the others."
The words of her son almost vomited Zhuo Yarong into blood.
But she couldn't do anything with her son, so she pointed to Xinluo and said to Youyou who was standing by.
"Youyou, this woman is deliberately imitating your mother. She approached your father for other purposes. You can't be fooled by her like your father. Such an unpredictable woman, you say, shouldn't you let her She comes in?"
Zhuo Yarong saw Lu Yuchen's attitude indifferently but resolutely, knowing that her son's temperament was not easily shaken by others, and immediately asked Lu Qilin on the side for help.
However, she was too anxious and completely ignored the little hand Youyou had been holding Xinluo.
Xiao Lu Qilin's character is colder than his father.
The act of attaching to a stranger like this has never happened in the past.
"No." Little Youyou finally spoke, still in that cold tone.
When Zhuo Yarong heard his answer, her face was suddenly happy.
But before I was too happy, I heard Youyou's faint voice: "Grandma, I like Aunt Xiao Luo very much. If my father can't marry her in the door, when I grow up, can I marry her?"
He likes his mother the most. He hopes that when he grows up, he can marry a soft, delicate and warm wife like his mother.
Zhuo Yarong's face was too late to put a smile, and suddenly froze.
"Youyou...you...what are you talking nonsense?!"
"Grandma, I said I want to marry Aunt Xiao Luo when I grow up. If you don't let my father marry her, can you leave it to me?"
"You--" Zhuo Yarong fell down with anger when she was said by her grandson.
What and what is this, if Lu Yuchen is not allowed to marry Tang Xinluo, his grandson will marry her! ?
She never dreamed that one day her indifferent grandson would say such things to her.
"Smelly boy, you think too much. Lolo is mine--" The man arrogantly pulled the little woman into his arms, and the big palm took advantage of the situation and took his son by the little woman's hand and patted it down.
Xinluo was pulled into Lu Yuchen's arms. Before he could react, the man lifted her chin and kissed her on the spot in front of the relatives.
The long and domineering kiss carried an undoubtedly exclusive meaning.
Xin Luo couldn't push away at all, her little hand leaned against the man's chest, and after making a meaningless ‘um’ twice, he was kissed, swallowing all the struggle and resistance.
After a long time, Lu Yuchen ended the kiss.
Pulling the slightly messy hair of the little woman behind his ears, he turned his eyes and said to Zhuo Yarong who was already dumbfounded.
"She is my woman. If you didn’t say you wanted to meet her, I would not even have the interest to bring her here. Mom, don’t challenge my patience. Either our family of three will stay for dinner and celebrate for you, or we are now Just go."
The tone of the man's speech was cold and without a trace of temperature.
Such words, spoken from a son, are terribly coldhearted.
But Zhuo Yarong knew that everything Lu Yuchen said was true, and he was not threatening her.
From the moment he woke up four years ago, he was no longer her Yuchen. It's impossible to expect him to think for her, and to scrupulously think of her as a mother.
Qiang Zi suppressed the grief in her heart, Zhuo Yarong took a deep breath and said in a trembling tone: "Okay, forget it...Everyone is here today. If you can't disappoint, just take her to the table. Yuchen, mom. Now I know that she is the Alice you mentioned. Xin Luo...hehe, what a wonderful girl."