It was not until Ye Wan entered the room that she realized she had forgotten something.

The suitcase is still in Lu Changchuan's car.

!!!

Go down and get it, feeling guilty and embarrassed.

Don’t take it…

Forget it, I won’t take it. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Ye Wan turned and entered the room.

Ye Wan had thought she could sleep in the next day, Saturday, but after lying in bed for half a day, she found that she had a rare insomnia.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Lu Changchuan's question came to his mind: So, you don't remember my birthday at all, right? In other words: So, you are such a scumbag, and you don't even try to cover it up? Ye Wan decided not to sleep.

Ye Wan got up and went to the study, where he turned on the computer.

After its last failure, the three-clawed crocodile suddenly became an invisible crocodile.

I've been checking for so long, but there's still no news.

He rechecked and reinforced the positioning program and search program, and opened the music charts to see the ranking of Shen Yuxin's new album.

When I looked back, the sky outside the window was already turning pale.

At this hour, the little guy is still lying in bed.

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang have already gotten up.

Ye Wan changed his clothes and trotted all the way to the Jiang family villa.

"Xiao Wan?"

Mother Jiang was looking at the several Datura plants she had planted in the nursery in the yard. When she looked up, she saw Ye Wan and her face was immediately filled with joy. "I thought you would be back tomorrow. I even told your second brother to remember to pick you up."

The two of them walked in affectionately, and the Jiang family villa became lively again.

…

It was already ten o'clock when Lu Changchuan woke up. He sent a WeChat message and learned that Ye Wan was at Jiang's house. He then took the suitcase from the car and gave it to Sister Lan.

Then, we drove to the Lu family’s old house.

When Lu Changchuan walked in, the housekeeper was taking out the books from the old man's study to dry them.

Seeing Lu Changchuan, he nodded and greeted: "Master Jiu, the eldest lady has arrived."

"good."

Then he slowly went to the living room.

In the living room of the old house, a young girl in a denim overalls skirt was sitting in a chair playing with her cell phone.

The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with short hair dyed chestnut with a few strands of blue and purple highlights.

Looks pretty cool.

Hearing footsteps in the corridor, the girl looked back, jumped up immediately, and hurriedly put the phone back into her pocket, "Uncle Jiu..."

"Do you know what I want to talk to you about?"

Lu Changchuan sat down and raised his chin, "Sit down."

Lu Tingshan looked bewildered, "I haven't gotten into any trouble recently..."

Seeing Lu Changchuan looking up at her, Lu Tingshan, who had just sat down, stood up again swiftly.

He raised his right hand and said, "Really? I swear, it's more real than pearls!"

"So, you're not going to manage your convoy anymore, right?"

Lu Tingshan suddenly remembered what Lu Changchuan said.

Like a balloon that had been popped, the playful smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he sat back in his chair.

He just looked at Lu Changchuan with a gloomy expression without saying anything.

Lu Changchuan is her uncle, only three years older than her.

She has loved running after him since she was little, and she is happy even if everyone calls her a follower.

But the older he gets, the more boring he becomes.

It became even more boring when he took charge of the Lu family and became the respected Mr. Lu Jiu, a wealthy man in the imperial capital.

At this moment, he was looking straight at her, as if waiting for her answer.

Lu Tingshan sneered: "You don't allow me to play racing, but you give me a team. What's the difference between a team and a toy?"

"Uncle Nine..."

Lu Tingshan looked at Lu Changchuan angrily, "I'm 21, not two years old. Why can't I make my own decisions about my own life?"

(End of this chapter)