Chapter 493 Finale (Part 1)
In July in Jincheng, the sun is scorching, and the hot sunlight makes the air slightly distorted.
Today is the first birthday of the little princess of the Lu family.
In the Lu family villa, Lu Shiman held his chin with his hand and looked at his daughter who was dressed like a small Christmas tree on the baby sofa with a complicated expression.
Over the green puffy gauze skirt, she wore a small vest with glittering gold embroidery. At least five small, sparkling rhinestone hairpins were pinned crookedly on her head, and two highly colorful bracelets hung on her wrists.
The little guy was completely unaware of his fashion disaster. He was still chewing on an equally shiny toy card in his hand. His big eyes like black grapes looked around curiously, and a satisfied smile hung on his chubby little face.
Lu Shiman smacked her lips, unable to bear watching it any longer, and silently looked away.
"Mom." Lu Yuzheng, who was wearing a black tuxedo and trying hard to dress himself up as a little gentleman, stood behind Lu Shiman, tilted his head, and stared at his sister on the sofa with a self-indulgent expression.
"Don't my sister look good the way I dress her up?" He asked in a baby voice, and even puffed out his chest deliberately, showing extreme confidence.
Lu Shiman's eyes swept back and forth several times between his son's expectant little face and his daughter's dazzling outfit, and he raised his eyebrows.
After struggling for a while, he still couldn't squeeze out a compliment that met his expectations.
"Mom?" Lu Yuzheng waited a long time for an answer. He tilted his head back, looking at Lu Shiman in confusion. He imitated an adult and sighed deeply, "Why don't you speak? Are you a quiet person by nature?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his chubby little fingers and pinned a bright pink butterfly hairpin on his sister.
Lu Shiman was amused by her son's choice of words and reached out to rub his head: "Well, your mother is a mute."
She sighed softly in her heart.
I can’t understand why the sons born in novels are all calm and sophisticated, and are either hackers or bigwigs at a young age.
Only she, her son is a chatterbox.
"Mom!" Lu Yuzheng immediately put his hands on his waist and corrected her seriously, his little mouth chattering with clear logic: "A mute person can't speak. You can speak, so you are not mute."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, as if he had discovered precious evidence: "Oh, I see. Do you think I dress my sister up unattractively?"
After saying that, he turned around, reached out his hand and tentatively pinched his sister's pink and chewy little face.
Little Tangxi on the sofa thought her brother was playing with her. She grinned, revealing a few small white teeth as big as rice grains, made a little "cluck" sound, and kicked her short legs happily twice.
Lu Shiman glanced at the Christmas tree daughter again, closed his eyes in pain, and still praised her against his will: "No, it's very beautiful. My son has such good taste... It's great!"
This is what being a parent is like. When a child poops, you always say that it is bright in color and has a beautiful shape.
After receiving his mother's approval, Lu Yuzheng clapped his hands excitedly: "Isn't it, Mom? I told you it looks good. My sister will wear this to the party tonight. It must be...sparkling!"
After saying that, she pulled out a rose pink sequined flower hairpin from her back, trying to add more to her sister's already saturated head.
Lu Shiman silently moved his butt and kept some distance.
Five years have passed since that shared brain hypnosis.
After leaving her sister-in-law's treatment center, she decided to have a baby.
Ji Linshen and his brothers naturally had no objection, and the two flew abroad the next day to carry out a series of cooperation.
A few months later, the tree took root and sprouted, and they had a son.
When Lu Shiman carried the child home, his brothers looked at him like they were looking at pandas in a zoo.
Strange and rare.
The name was given by the eldest brother, Lu Yuzheng, which means to have the courage to surpass and to sharpen one's edge.
Lu Shiman was very satisfied with the name. She had already pictured him in her mind as a cold, majestic, and imposing boss when he grew up.
However, ideals are full and reality is skinny.
As little Lu Yuzheng grew older, learned to walk, and began to call "Mom" in a soft, baby voice, Lu Shiman was horrified to discover...
The image of the iceberg president that she had in her mind was shattered into powder by her son's increasingly developed language system and his incessant chattering.
Lu Shiman felt that it would be impossible for her son to become a cool and domineering CEO in the future. After all, she had never seen a domineering CEO who talked endlessly.
So, Ji Linshen and I decided immediately to have another one. This little chatterbox was out of the question, so we should try for the next one.
So they flew abroad again, and after a series of cooperation, they had a daughter a few months later.
Today is my daughter's first birthday. Early in the morning, Lu Yuzheng volunteered to dress up his sister.
Lu Shiman felt that children should be given enough freedom, so she didn't care.
Only when I saw it did I realize that freedom was too much.
My daughter turned into a Christmas tree.
There was a noise on the stairs, and Lu Jianheng came down yawning: "Xixi baby, are you wearing the pink and blue princess dress that your third uncle bought you today?"
The little princess is named Lu Tangxi, which was also the name given by Lu Yannan. It means the crabapple blossoming in the morning light, bright, beautiful and full of vitality.
Lu Shiman jumped up from the sofa as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. "Third brother, you're just in time. I'm going to change my clothes. You watch over them."
After saying that, he rushed upstairs as if escaping.
Behind him came Lu Yuzheng's clear, adult-like sigh: "Ah, Mom, it's wrong to run away. You should face it seriously. There's something wrong with your aesthetic sense."
"Lu Yuzheng." Lu Jianheng looked at his little nephew's melancholy look like a little adult, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He walked forward with long legs, and rubbed Lu Yuzheng's head with his slender fingers with a bit of intimacy: "Even a 70-year-old grandmother like you finds your aesthetic taste so unfashionable, and you still dare to call it aesthetics?"
"Third uncle, you don't understand. Those princess dresses you prepared are too..." He was stuck, his little brows wrinkled in distress. It was obvious that the vocabulary of a four-year-old was not enough to accurately express her dislike of ordinary things.
Lu Jianheng ignored his nephew's stammer and walked straight around the sofa.
When his eyes fell on the shining Lu Tangxi in the baby sofa, he seemed to be flashed by a strong light, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.
"Lu Yuzheng." Lu Jianheng's voice rose a notch, with undisguised disdain: "You're spending Christmas here?"
As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the little pink ball that was still chewing the sequined card foolishly.
Little Tangxi was suddenly picked up, but she didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, she opened her big eyes curiously and looked at her third uncle's beautiful jawline.
Then, Baji bit his chin.
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