Chapter 111: The Rascal (2/2)



Shen Qinghuan raised her eyebrows, and regardless of his obstruction, she kissed him directly, feeling that his whole body was tense. Shen Qinghuan's lips were tightly pressed against her waist and she did not want to leave. Instead, she pressed closer and whispered to her waist, "Old man, does it still hurt?"

Lu Junze swallowed hard, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, his body trembling slightly because of endurance, his voice was low and hoarse: "No...it doesn't hurt anymore."

Shen Qinghuan then kissed it contentedly, and even made a "bo" sound, "You're right, just blow and kiss it."

Then she stood up, with a smile in her eyes, looking at the man's eyes full of desire. She fiddled with his tie mischievously, and looked at him innocently, "Auntie just said that grandpa asked you to go to the study. Don't keep them waiting too long, old man."

After saying that, she opened the door and pushed him out gently, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you in the room," and then slammed the door.

Lu Junze looked at the ruthless door and smiled helplessly, thinking about what had just happened...

Just wait and see, little devil.

Then he straightened his clothes, adjusted his mood, and walked towards the study.

Shen Qinghuan's little trick worked, and she happily threw herself on the bed. Needless to say, after all the fighting, she was a little tired.

Smelling the soothing scent of the bed, I fell asleep unknowingly.

Lu Junze strolled into the study room and sat down on a chair. Looking at the three men of the Lu family with serious faces, he smiled and said, "Grandpa, you are looking for me."

The old man was wondering what Qing Huan, this girl, liked about his grandson. If she was after money, the gifts she gave him today would be good things that money couldn't buy.

They all underestimated this girl. It could even be said that this girl was much more powerful than they had imagined.

After all, the information they found did not contain so much information, which means that she...

Thinking of this, the old man sat up straight: "Lu Junze, tell me, Qinghuan this child..." Before he finished speaking, Lu Junze frowned and interrupted the old man unceremoniously: "Grandpa, I will not marry Shen Qinghuan. If you don't agree, I will take my wife out and start my own family."

When Mr. Lu heard this,

This rascal is doing stupid things again!

He was so angry that he picked up his cane and wanted to hit him, but his arms were too short to reach him. He could only raise the cane and point it at Lu Junze, cursing, "You bastard, when did I say I didn't agree?"

Such a good granddaughter-in-law is hard to find even with a lantern! He even wanted to go to the ancestral grave to see if there was any smoke coming out. It turned out that such a good child was met by his eldest grandson! How could he not agree?

The more the old man looked at her, the more he felt that his child was not worthy of her. He said angrily, "I want to know if this child has ever told you where he got this gift from."

This price is not something a forensic doctor can afford, not to mention that some things cannot be bought with money.

It's fine as long as they are not separated. Lu Junze said nonchalantly: "I don't know. As long as she doesn't leave me, she can tell me whenever she wants. It doesn't matter if she doesn't tell me."

He was also worried that his family would ask out of curiosity, so he looked at them and threatened, "If you go ask my wife about this behind my back, or secretly investigate her, don't blame us for leaving and starting our own business."

Mr. Lu looked at this rascal and his hands were shaking with anger. Boss Lu quickly kissed him to calm him down, then looked at his son and said in a deep voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Then he coaxed the old man: "Dad, don't get angry with him. You can tell Qinghuan about it later."

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