Of course Lin Jingbei agreed. He had rarely gone shopping with his mother, so he could go and do the hard labor together.

It was almost ten o'clock, and Lin Lu's cell phone kept beeping. Song Chen's text messages came one after another, all urging her to go back.

Song Xixi was still not satisfied. Song Jiajia remembered what she had promised her uncle just now, "Aunt, then you should go back and have a rest. I won't disturb you anymore."

Lin Lu: "Are you done? Aren't we going to talk all night long?"

Song Jiajia nudged Song Xixi, and she finally understood. "That's all, that's all. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm thirsty now."

Lin Lu stood up and said, "Okay, then go drink some water. Drink warm water, not ice water, it will give you diarrhea."

Lin Jingbei also followed her out.

The TV was on in the living room, and Li Xianglian had already fallen asleep.

"Mom, go to bed." Lin Lu woke her up.

Li Xianglian narrowed her eyes, shuddered, and wiped her face. "Ah, are you guys done talking? Go to sleep, why is the TV over?"

Lin Lu turned off the TV: "Let's watch it tomorrow."

The mother and son went upstairs, and Lin Jingbei said good night to his mother obediently before entering the room.

Lin Lu opened the door and saw that the man was already lying on the bed covered with a quilt, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

I lifted the quilt and got into bed. Just as I was about to turn off the light, I was attacked by a big hand. My head was completely covered by the quilt. Both of us were covered in it and fell into darkness, one above and one below.

Lin Lu exclaimed, but then her voice was swallowed up in an eager kiss.