Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Lu Ziyan found this street before Lu Xixiao by luck while searching blindly.

When Lu Ziyan saw the little guy sitting alone in front of the table, he felt so guilty that he almost burst into tears.

He braked suddenly, opened the door and rushed out.

The little guy was playing with General Black when something wrapped in the wind rushed in front of him and the next second he was hugged by someone.

"Wow... Jingyuan... you scared me to death..."

Lu Ziyin knelt on the ground, hugged the person and cried loudly without caring about his image: "If anything happens to you, I will not live anymore."

Lu Ziyan was absolutely not exaggerating. If the person was really lost, even if Lu Xixiao spared his life, he would blame himself to death.

"How are you? Are you hurt? Are you scared? Did anyone bully you? Did you cry? Did the dog bite you? Don't be afraid, uncle is here." Lu Ziyin held the little guy's face and kept checking it, crying and sobbing.

"Uncle didn't mean it. I will never leave you alone in the car again. Uncle will take you home right now."

Lu Ziyin wanted to carry the child away, but the little guy shook his head and pushed his hand away. Seeing that refusal was useless, he turned around, jumped off the chair and ran towards the store.

He was going to wait for his little grandfather here. He was hungry and hadn't eaten his wontons yet. His sister had gone to the bathroom and hadn't come back yet.

"Jingyuan."

Lu Ziyan was still nervous and anxious. He reached out and grabbed the little guy's clothes and lifted him up from the ground.

When Wen Li came out of the store, he saw the little guy being caught in mid-air, flapping his arms and legs, and the Black General on the table was screaming in panic.

She took a quick step forward, picked up the little guy and kicked Lu Ziyin out.

Lu Ziyin didn't know what happened. He was thrown out for no apparent reason. His chest felt like it was hit by a jack. The pain was so severe that he almost fainted.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce was rushing towards this side, and Lu Xixiao in the car happened to witness this scene.

"!!!" Lu Qi, who was driving, had a frown on his face for two seconds.

Wen Li was just about to check if the little guy in his arms was okay.

But the little guy stretched out his two little arms in shock towards the twisted man on the ground: "Uncle..."

The words were spoken in a baby voice, full of worry.

Wen Li's eyelids twitched slightly: "He is your uncle?"

The first time I heard the little guy speak, it wasn't a good thing.

The car drove over and Lu Xixiao's tall figure appeared.

He glanced at Lu Ziyin, who was lying on the ground in agony, and turned his head to instruct the accompanying bodyguard: "Send him to the hospital."

The man walked towards Wen Li with an expressionless face, coldness and hidden murderous intent. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and both his height and aura gave an absolute sense of oppression to ordinary people.

Lu Xixiao reached out and took the person from Wen Li, looked at the little guy, and made sure that he was okay.

He looked at Wen Li and said in a serious tone, "Miss Wen."

Wen Li was puzzled by the unkindness in his eyes.

"Miss Wen, can you tell me why Jing Yuan is with you?"

Because of the little guy, Lu Xixiao asked very tactfully.

However, his posture sounded like a question, which still made Wen Li unhappy. She lazily put her hands in her trouser pockets and met Lu Xixiao's cold gaze.

"What do you mean, Mr. Lu?"

This conversation, which required looking up at each other, made Wen Li even more unhappy.

Feeling the tit-for-tat between the two, the little guy quickly withdrew his gaze from the car that Lu Ziyin was leaving in.

He shook his head at Lu Xixiao, anxious to explain himself.

Seeing this, Lu Xixiao restrained his breath again: "I don't want to doubt Miss Wen, it's just that Jing Yuan is missing, and I want to know what happened."

Wen Li found it funny: "You, as a father, lost the child, and you have the nerve to ask me? Or do you think I kidnapped the child?"

Lu Qi, who was standing by, couldn't help but worry for Wen Li.

If this is a performance, then this move is really dangerous.

Lu Xixiao's eyes darkened.

The little fellow was anxious, patting his body with his little hands and said to Lu Xixiao: "It's not my sister. I haven't seen you for a long time."

The sentence was very unclear and a little unclear.

This is probably the longest sentence the little guy has ever said.

Lu Xixiao looked at the little guy. After a moment of silence, his tense expression seemed to relax. He looked back at Wen Li.

He condescended to apologize: "I'm sorry, Miss Wen."

This unprecedented scene made Lu Qi a little dumbfounded: For the sake of Young Master Jing Yuan, it was not easy for Fifth Master~

Wen Li glanced at him and ignored him, walking to the table and sitting down. The wontons were steaming, and he had little appetite left.

If this man had not helped her last time and understood her feelings about her son being lost, Wen Li would not have given up so easily.

Lu Xixiao took one last look at Wen Li, picked her up and prepared to leave: "Go home."

The little guy shook his head and looked at Wen Li.

"elder sister."

Then he looked at his bowl of dumplings on the table.

"eat."

My stomach growled.

He twisted himself to get off Lu Xixiao, pulled him to the table, climbed onto the chair, and pushed the dumplings in front of Lu Xixiao, meaning that they should eat together.

Lu Xixiao watched for a while, then seemed to compromise and said, "You eat."

The little guy scooped up a dumpling with a spoon and blew it carefully.

At this time, Lu Qi received several road surveillance videos sent by his subordinates. After watching them, he hesitated for a moment, walked to Lu Xixiao's side, and lowered his voice: "Sir."

Lu Xixiao looked at his phone and clearly saw the little guy chasing Wen Li in the crowd on the screen.

If Wen Li hadn't discovered it, I'm afraid it would have been lost.

But everything seemed too coincidental, Lu Qi thought.

The atmosphere was not very good and the scene was not harmonious. Wen Li and the little guy were sitting and eating, while the tall and long-legged Lu Xixiao was standing straight.

"Handsome guy, would you like something to eat? My wontons and dumplings are all handmade." The shop owner shouted to Lu Xixiao.

Lu Xixiao: “…”

He looked at the shop owner who was holding a large iron spoon and looked terrified, and replied, "No need."

"There's a chair there, sit down and wait."

The shop owner seems enthusiastic, but he is actually very nervous. It is obvious that he is not an ordinary person. He should not run this small business.

Lu Qi was very observant and quickly brought a chair over.

The little guy also pulled Lu Xixiao at this time.

Lu Xixiao sat down, and the scene became much more harmonious.

The little guy scooped up a dumpling and put it in front of him. Lu Xixiao took it and fed the little guy skillfully.

Lu Qi: Why do I seem to see embarrassment in Fifth Master?

Seeing the little guy eating one after another without stopping, Lu Xixiao couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you eat at night?"

He glanced at Wen Li who was eating quietly without any expression.

Wen Li took the black general who was circling around the edge of the table to the ground.

Lu Xixiao followed her movements and quickly looked away.

Seeing that Lu Xixiao had nothing to eat, the little guy sensibly gave him the soy milk. After being rejected as well, he had to drink it himself.

The little guy ate with gusto, and Lu Xixiao frowned when he saw it.

The little guy has been weak and difficult to raise since he was young. He is never allowed to eat anything from outside, let alone from the roadside.

Lu Xixiao put down the spoon and took out a handkerchief to wipe the little guy's mouth: "Don't eat too much at night, it will cause indigestion."

At this moment, something pressed lightly on the instep.

Lu Xixiao looked down and saw a dark object next to his feet in the shadow blocked by the table.

sneaking,

General Hei stepped on Lu Xixiao's leather shoes with one paw and raised one of his hind legs towards his feet.

The next second, Lu Xixiao felt a stream of hot water pouring down his ankles, soaking his trouser legs and socks, and flowing into his shoes...