Married to the Male Lead’s Brother

The strange sister said that when he grows up, he will be with him.

Now he's grown up and can be together.

He knows that when two people are together, they can hold hands and kiss.

Thinking of this, Lu Jue's beautiful peach eyes became even brighter. He stared at Ning Zhi blankly, "It's my sister, I'm together."

Ning Zhi sometimes forgets what he said to himself, but Lu Jue remembers it firmly.

She pinched the boy's face, "yes, we will be together when you grow up, but not now, I will wait for you in the future."

Lu Jue pursed his lips, "It can be done now."

He can be with the strange sister now.

"Xiao Jue, what are you talking about?"

Mother Lu sat in the back of the car, with Lu Jue's head resting on Ning Zhi's shoulder. From Mother Lu's point of view, her son was bowing his head, not knowing what he was talking about together.

Ning Zhi reached out and covered Lu Jue's mouth, telling him to stop talking to her.

In Mother Lu's eyes, he has been talking to himself, which will frighten Mother Lu, and even the driver next to him glances over from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Lu Jue blinked, letting Ningzhi cover his mouth.

The Song family's villa was built near the mountain. This area is full of rich people's residences. The environment is quiet and beautiful, and the greening facilities are well done. It is a quiet place in the busy city.

After Mother Lu got out of the car, she saw her son in the passenger seat sitting quietly, looking unwilling and reluctant to move, she walked over and opened the door, "Xiaojue, we're at grandma's house, get out of the car. Bar."

"Let's get out of the car." Ning Zhi maintained a posture along the way, but fortunately she didn't feel it now, otherwise, her legs must be numb.

She blushed and got off Lu Jue's lap.

Lu Jue's arms were empty, he looked down at the empty position, his thin lips pursed tightly.

Inside the house, Mrs. Song was already waiting for her daughter and grandson to arrive.

Ning Zhi saw that the old lady sitting on the sofa was wearing a thin burgundy coat, her hair was gray, and her expression was not bad.

When Mrs. Song saw her daughter and grandson, her wrinkled face burst into a smile, "You guys are here? Why is it so long today?"

Mother Lu approached and sat down beside her, as if acting like a spoiled child, "Really, the time is the same as before, it took less than forty minutes to get here, it must be my mother that you are thinking about us, and it will take a long time. ."

On the opposite side, Mother Lu's sister Song Rou couldn't help but say, "Mom really misses you. She asked you what time you were leaving early."

The old lady snorted, "I miss my good grandson."

Old Mrs. Song looked at Lu Jue, who was wearing a red backpack and was wearing a red suit. Her face was full of joy, and she almost narrowed her eyes when she smiled, "My good grandson seems to be growing again, wearing this outfit is really good. jīng god."

In the eyes of the elderly, wearing red clothes is good-looking, showing spirit, and children should wear red more, and they look happy and make people happy.

"Xiaojue come and sit, don't stand." Grandma waved to Lujue, motioning him to come and sit beside her.

Ning Zhi took Lu Jue's hand and pulled him over, "Let's sit next to grandma."

Grandma saw that Lu Jue really sat down obediently, the smile on her face became stronger, and the grandson responded to her.

Seeing the joy on the old man's face, Ning Zhi leaned close to Lu Jue's ear and taught him, "You have to call grandma and say hello to grandma."

Lu Jue blinked, he quickly glanced at his grandmother, and said slowly, "Wo, good grandma."

Hearing Lu Jue's words, Mrs. Song looked at him in astonishment, with a little unbelievable joy, "Did you hear that? Xiao Jue is saying hello to me."

"Yes, I heard, Mom, it seems that Xiaojue misses you too." Song Rou said with a smile.

Old Mrs. Song couldn't be more pleasantly surprised, and the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes smiled deeper, "My good grandson, this is good."

In the eyes of the old man, he could not hide his love for his grandson.

"Hello grandma, hello auntie."

At this time, Lu Yuanyuan, who was still standing, politely greeted Mrs. Song and Song Rou.

"Yuan Yuan also quickly sit down." Song Rou greeted him.

Mrs. Song nodded, with kindness in her eyes, and said, "Don't stand, sit down."

The difference in her attitude towards Lu Jue and Lu Yuanyuan is obvious. Mrs. Song's love for Lu Jue, her grandson, is not concealed at all, while Lu Yuanyuan is the kindness of an ordinary grandmother to her younger generation, with a bit of alienation.

Mrs. Song's gaze turned to Lu Jue next to him again. Seeing his quiet and obedient appearance, she reached out to touch his head.

However, in the next second, Lu Jue dodged away.

When Mrs. Song's hand fell in the air, she was not angry, but smiled and said, "One day you can let grandma touch her head, and grandma will be satisfied."

Beside him, Ning Zhi stretched out his hands, put them on either side of Lu Jue's face, and held his head.

Then, she pressed Lu Jue's head and approached her grandmother, "Grandma touch his head."

Mrs. Song was startled when she saw the good grandson's head bowed and leaned in front of her.

"Mom, Xiaojue is asking you to touch his head, please touch him." Song Rou smiled.

Mother Lu smiled and looked very envious. She also wanted to touch her son's head.

Mrs. Song was pleasantly surprised. She reached out her hand and gently stroked his head, as if afraid of scaring Lu Jue.