"Damn it, how come Hao Jianren has several sons older than him? This plot development is just too absurd."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then he thought of the absurd truth...
I felt an urge to burst out laughing, so I simply kept my mouth shut, my face turning a little red from holding it in.
Leng Yue's eyes widened, and she almost dropped her drink. She instinctively covered her mouth, nearly spitting out the beverage she had just drunk.
'What did he say? And how many sons are three to five years older than him? Wow, this is explosive!'
After regaining her senses, Leng Yue immediately perked up and straightened her back.
This reversal really caught her completely off guard.
She put down the cup and stared intently at Hao Jianren and the others with wide eyes.
Luckily, there were no watermelon vendors nearby. Otherwise, if I had given her a piece of watermelon, with her curious expression, she would have been the perfect example of a typical watermelon-eating spectator!
Just as everyone was stunned by the news and didn't know what to say.
Zhang Ming responded listlessly, his words barely audible: "You gigolo... from now on, don't say a word."
Unlike me, money is just a number to me... hiccup... hiccup...
At this point, Zhang Ming shook his head slightly, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, and continued, "No bragging, my current savings are enough for the rest of my life—without eating or drinking."
These two are absolutely brilliant!
Lu Qingzhou, Su Qingyao, Leng Yue and the others looked at each other, their faces flushed red.
Su Qingyao pursed her lips tightly, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
Her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Lu Qingzhou's arm, her body trembling slightly as she suppressed a laugh. 'Qingzhou's two friends are just too hilarious.'
final,
Zhang Ming and Hao Jianren launched into another round of rambling nonsense.
They were so drunk that with a loud thud, the two of them plopped down on the ground, their arms and legs still flailing wildly in the air.
Lu Qingzhou sighed helplessly, knowing that tonight's late-night snack should end.
He stepped forward, helped the two up, took out his phone, called a car for them, and gave the driver a few more instructions to take good care of them.
Everyone then dispersed.
The engine hummed softly in the enclosed car, and Leng Yue's knuckles on the steering wheel turned slightly white.
The rearview mirror reflected the image of Lu Qingzhou fixing Su Qingyao's hair.
The night breeze swept past the car window.
The hustle and bustle of the barbecue stalls was shattered into fragments.
Leng Yue clearly remembered the gentle smile that naturally appeared on Lu Qingzhou's lips when Su Qingyao leaned on his shoulder.
The jasmine scent of the car air freshener mixed with the soft laughter coming from the back seat, making her eyes slightly hot.
"Mommy, look at my tummy, it's so round!" Zhouzhou's soft, sweet voice came from the back seat. Leng Yue saw Zhouzhou looking up in the mirror, her swollen belly rising and falling gently with her breath.
Su Qingyao lightly tapped her nose with her fingertip, "It's because our Zhouzhou ate all the corn."
Lu Qingzhou placed his palm on Zhouzhou's little belly, "Daddy will rub it for you."
This heartwarming scene of the family of three made Leng Yue's throat tighten, and she quickly looked away.
The underground parking lot of Guanlan No. 1 was bathed in a dim yellow light.
Leng Yue slowly drove the Maybach into the parking space.
The engine noise stopped abruptly, and she rubbed her temples.
Hearing Lu Qingzhou open the door, and Su Qingyao's gentle scolding for him to be careful not to hurt Zhouzhou.
She counted to ten breaths before pushing open the door and getting out of the car. Her heels tapped hesitantly on the ground, and the two-meter distance she deliberately maintained acted as an invisible barrier, separating her from the overlapping shadows of Lu Qingzhou and Su Qingyao.
Lu Qingzhou seemed to realize that the footsteps behind him hadn't kept up.
He held the sleeping Zhouzhou and glanced back. The moment their eyes met, Leng Yue hurriedly turned her head away, her hair falling down to cover her somewhat flustered eyes.
Lu Qingzhou gazed at her slender back.
Something felt off. 'What's wrong with this woman? She usually hums even while waiting at a red light, why is she so quiet today? Like her soul has been ripped out.'
In the end, they simply assumed that Leng Yue was too tired because she came back too late, and they didn't think much of it.
Back home,
The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on.
Lu Qingzhou carried Zhouzhou into the bedroom, bent down and gently placed Zhouzhou on the bed, carefully tucking the blankets in.
The little girl smacked her lips, her chubby little hands unconsciously waving in the air, then turned over and continued to drift off into a sweet dream.
Looking at Zhouzhou's peaceful sleeping face, Lu Qingzhou smiled and couldn't help but kiss her forehead.
As soon as I turned to leave the bedroom, the effects of the alcohol surged through my veins like a raging tide.
His steps suddenly became unsteady and he staggered. After finally reaching the sofa, he collapsed onto it as if his body had fallen apart.
It felt like the ceiling was spinning right in front of me.
at the same time,
Leng Yue changed into a light blue, loose-fitting nightgown. The soft color made her skin look even whiter than snow, giving her a languid air.
She was originally walking towards the bathroom.
As I passed through the living room, I caught a glimpse of Lu Qingzhou on the sofa out of the corner of my eye.
His brows were furrowed, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his tie was askew.
Leng Yue unconsciously stopped, a hint of hesitation and concern flashing in her eyes. Torn between her own feelings, she finally stepped forward slowly.
She lifted her foot and gently nudged the tip of his shoe: "Hey, are you... alright?"
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