Chapter 2127: Eighteenth Coming of Age Ceremony (9)

Lu Zishu shook his head.

"My brother only said that this is my eldest nephew, but where did he come from? He doesn't have a wife!"

Ruan Jiaojiao said nothing. Who should she ask?

Lu Zishu didn't want an answer, he just wanted to find someone to chat with. Ruan Lei was not there, so that person would naturally be Ruan Jiaojiao, after all, they grew up together.

Lu Zishu didn't stay at the Ruan family for long. He was soon called back by Zhao Li, who asked him to buy two sets of children's clothes temporarily.

After Lu Zishu left, Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in Duan Xu's arms and sighed softly.

Thinking of something, he turned to Duan Xu and asked, "Brother Xu, why were you staring at that child just now?"

Duan Xu replied, "He smells strongly of blood." Duan

Xu's answer was already a good one, because he didn't want to scare Ruan Jiaojiao. In fact, he smelled a strong smell of death from the little boy. If

one, two, three or even four or five people died, they wouldn't smell like death. Only people who came out of a pile of dead bodies would have the smell of death, the child had it, and Lu Zhen had it too.

Ruan Jiaojiao raised her head in surprise, "Smell of blood? Is he injured?"

Duan Xu shook his head, "No, he must have been infected from somewhere."

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked suspiciously, and thinking about Lu Zhen, she felt relieved because she didn't think he was injured.

At the Lu family, Lu Zhiwei came back around 7pm. Although he had already known the general situation from Zhao Li, he was still shocked when he saw Lu Zhen and the little boy sitting on him.

"Dad." Lu Zhen raised his eyes and called out, and then asked the little boy in his arms to call him Grandpa.

The little boy was very obedient, and he did almost everything he said, and immediately called Lu Zhiwei Grandpa.

Lu Zhiwei didn't know whether to respond or not, so he could only nod with a strange expression.

The child was quite energetic, and after running around for the past few days, he soon got tired and fell asleep in Lu Yao's arms. However, Lu Yao did not send him back to the room, but asked Lu Zishu to find a thin blanket and held the little boy in his arms to cover him.

Then he said to Zhao Li and others: "Mom and Dad, if you have anything to ask, just ask."

"This child, don't you put him in? It won't be comfortable to leave him here." Zhao Li said hesitantly.

Lu Yao shook his head and said lightly: "No, if you send him in without seeing me, he will feel insecure."

Zhao Li thought of the little boy crying when he woke up while taking a bath before, and fell silent.

Lu Zhiwei asked directly, "What's the matter with this child? Whose is he?"

"Mine." Lu Zhen lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes at that moment: "From the moment I brought him back, he is my son, a member of our Lu family, and your grandson."

"What do you mean? Why don't I understand? Did you adopt this child?" Lu Zishu asked.

"Not adopted, this child is mine." Lu Zhen raised his head and looked at everyone in the Lu family: "This child is mine, no matter who asks in the future, you must answer this way."

Lu Zishu scratched his head: "I still don't understand, is this true or not?"

He really didn't understand, and was completely confused by Lu Zhen's words. This child was obviously a mixed-race child at first glance, and judging from his age, he must be around four years old.

Including the time of pregnancy, it has been five years. At that time, Lu Zhen had not yet left the country.