Chapter 1207 Children of the Lu Family

"I can't find out Anze's father," Chu Lu took the file in Xia Ruoxin's hand and put it away. "I am planning to regard Zheng Anze as my heir. I will naturally find out all his past, but... I have never found out who Anze's father is, but in the end I could only find out that Zheng Yule is an orphan, and Zheng Anze's father is also unknown now."

"Do I know who his father is?" Xia Ruoxin lowered her eyelashes slightly. Sometimes she wondered if this was destiny. Anze would be the child of the Lu family and he would call her aunt.

Chu Lu had a bad feeling in his heart, "Ruoxin, don't tell me that Anze's biological father is Lu Jinrong?" In fact, he just said it casually, but when Xia Ruoxin nodded to him, he Never once did I hate my mouth like this.

The most successful heir he had worked so hard to cultivate turned out to be Lu Jinrong's son. No, he didn't agree. Yes, he wouldn't agree. It was he who found Anze, and now his name is in his household registration. Basically, that was his Chu family's child, the heir he had trained, not the Lu family's, and it was impossible for Lu Jinrong, a bastard, to take advantage of him.

Zheng Anze came back from school. He was carrying his new notebook on his back. I have to say that the notebook that his aunt gave him was really useful. It also attracted a lot of envy and jealousy from others, including Lin Qing's of course. However, Lin Qing always liked it. We are just a few grades away from him and we are not in the same campus, so we rarely meet him. However, when we do meet him, it is indispensable for him to be sour and sarcastic.

And Zheng Anze doesn't want to take these things to heart. His time is precious, and he doesn't care about these non-nutritive things with Lin Qing. If he has time, he can go to his uncle's company to work for an extra day, or work for primary school students. Tutor and earn your own living expenses.

The pocket money his uncle gave him was not much. Except for basic living expenses, it was all earned by himself. He didn't feel there was anything wrong with this. He liked a down-to-earth life.

The uncle said that the more you do now and the more difficult it is to start, the higher your achievements will be in the future. He will always remember it in his heart and dare not forget it.

He rang the doorbell, and after a while, the nanny at home came over and opened the door. However, as soon as he walked over, he realized that something was not right. There were guests at home today.

And why were they all staring at him as if they had seen a ghost? He touched his face. Could it be that his face had not been washed today, and he stood there without moving. Finally he raised his head, Looking at Lu Jinrong, Lu Jinrong's expression was very complicated at this time, and his eyes were stained with too many things, and for a while, Zheng Anze couldn't understand it.

"Mom, Meow Meow is hungry," Xiao Yudian opened the door and came out, followed by a fat cat, a purebred white Garfield, who was now too fat to walk.

Xia Ruoxin walked over, picked up the fat cat, and then held her daughter's little hand.

"Be good and take Meow Meow to play, and don't come out."

Xiao Yudian looked at this, then that, and finally she stretched out her little hands and picked up the fat cat hard. However, as soon as she picked it up, the cat fell to the ground. The cat was too heavy and she couldn't hold it. , the nanny had no choice but to pick up the cat with one hand, and then took her into the room. The atmosphere outside was very weird, and it even felt like it might be about to explode.

This is not a war, but it feels more tense than a war.

"Come here Anze," Xia Ruoxin waved to Zheng Anze who had been standing still.

Zheng Anze walked over and stood in front of Xia Ruoxin. When he turned his face slightly, he saw a middle-aged woman whose eyes never seemed to leave his side, her suddenly excited face, and her forbearance. Can't hold back tears.

And she actually gave Zheng An an extraordinarily familiar feeling.

It seems, it seems, yes, it seems. It's like looking in the mirror.

He always thought that he and his mother looked alike. In fact, he and Zheng Yule only had about two points of similarity in appearance. However, today he discovered that there was actually another person who looked so similar to him in this world. Yes, aunt.

"Child," Jian Qingying wanted to hold back her tears, but she just couldn't help it. When Xia Ruoxin told them that they might have a grandson, she almost cried her eyes out, almost all night long. She didn't sleep, and until this child came in, her heart was not restless, and now she saw it, yes she saw it, it couldn't be wrong, it was her grandson, and this child looked like her.

Auntie, hello, Zheng Anze shouted politely.

But Jian Qingying became even more sad.

"Child, I am grandma, I am your grandma," Jian Qingying said and couldn't help hugging Zheng Anze tightly and crying loudly. The children of their Lu family and her grandson had grown so big.

Zheng Anze froze, not knowing what to do, and he actually had a strange feeling in his heart, as if the blood in his body had found a companion, and they were all resonating.

Xia Ruoxin stretched out her hand and placed something in front of Gu Zheng Anze, "You'll know just by looking at this."

Xia Ruoxin was holding a necklace in her hand, and there was a small heart-shaped pendant under the necklace. This was his, but he put his hand on his neck and pulled out an identical one.

No, this is not his. His was always there, never leaving his body.

He took the one in Xia Ruoxin's hand with trembling hands, and then opened it. The same photo, the same woman, but the difference was that the woman was there, and the man's face was not painted. The photo was a little faded, but the two people's faces were The facial features are still very clear.

One was his mother, and the other's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked towards Lu Jinrong.

The man in the photo is him, Lu Jinrong.

He suddenly twitched the corners of his lips, as if he understood.

"Mr. Lu, why are you so sure that I am your child? After all, a photo can't mean anything?" Although he said this, he was actually sure that his mother never said that his father was Who, but only when looking at this necklace, she would be in a daze, cry, and feel sad. Until she died, her eyes were distracted, always staring in the direction of his chest, and he knew that mother What she was looking at was not him, but the necklace, her own past.