Chapter 547: Is your make-up teacher living next door?

Lu Ziming thought secretly, with a touch of excitement on his face, an urge to wait for his birthday.
When He Xiaoman saw this, even though she was wondering why her son wanted to invite his adopted daughter, she still said, "When I meet her back, ask her."
Lu Ziming nodded, thinking in his heart to wait for another visit to the middle school next Monday.
After all, that mad woman has a very bad temper. His mother asked her to go back to Lu's house, she might not listen.
Soon, Lu Ziming returned to the room.
Suddenly there were only Father Lu and He Xiaoman left in the living room. Father Lu, who didn't speak much, looked at his wife strangely, "Didn't you always dislike that child?"
Just now the younger son mentioned that he would invite his adopted daughter to the birthday party, and her attitude was abnormal.
He Xiaoman never mentioned the Huo family's affairs with her husband. The main reason was that she still hadn't figured it out. So she coughed, her eyes narrowed, and said, "It's not that I don't like it. After all, the child lives in our house. It has been more or less emotional for more than ten years."
Although it seemed that He Xiaoman was hiding something from him, Father Lu didn't ask any more. Instead of focusing on unrelated people, he might as well think more about bidding.

Here, Huo's family.
When Huo Yao returned home, Song Ning had just made dinner and asked her to wash her hands and eat first.
Huo Yao took the bag and saw that his second brother's briefcase was there, he raised his eyebrows. Did this guy dare go home again today?
After washing her hands and coming out, Huo Yao walked into the dining room. Seeing that only her parents were sitting at the table, she pulled the chair away and sat down while asking, "Where's the second brother? Isn't he back?"
Speaking of her second child, Dad Huo subconsciously brought on a gloomy look.
Song Ning clipped a piece of ribs to her daughter and said calmly, "He, he went to visit the next door."
Huo Yao: "..."
"How long has he been?" Huo Yao held his chopsticks in a very quiet voice.
"It didn't take long. Only a few minutes before you got home." Song Ning returned, paused, and said, "But he said, is your make-up teacher who lives next door?"
As her words fell, Huo's father next to him raised his head, very shocked, "What? My daughter's make-up teacher?"
Huo Yao twisted his eyebrows with his fingertips.
Very well, Brother Gou successfully dug a hole for himself.
Huo's father set his gaze on Huo Yao's face, "Daughter, is your make-up teacher who lives next door??"
Huo Yaopi smiled and pulled her lips without smiling. At this moment, what else could she say, nodding, "...Yes."
Papa Huo immediately put his chopsticks on the table, "This second child, I haven't even mentioned such an important thing to me. It's really itchy."
With that, he stood up.
When Huo Yao saw this, his temples bulged, and a very unknown premonition rose, "Dad, what are you going to do?"
"Go next door." Dad Huo pulled away the chair.
She knew it.
Huo Yao put down his chopsticks with a headache, and said with a slightly serious expression, "Don't make trouble."
When Dad Huo saw this, he subconsciously didn't act anymore, "I always said I would see your make-up teacher before."
"He is not free." Huo Yao pointed to the chair, motioned to his father to sit down, and then explained: "...He doesn't like being disturbed either."
Dad Huo sat down obediently, then looked at his daughter suspiciously, he didn't believe it at all.