1922 Oil Bottle

Lu Wenqing smiled, and his eyes fell on Xiaotuanzi.

Xiaotuanzi was lying beside Xia Qingwei.

"Ouch, this little guy is so cute." Lu Wenqing liked it when he saw it, and as he said, he stretched out his fingers, trying to keep silent about that little face.

"Mom." Wang Juhuai called.

Lu Wenqing stopped, turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Wang Juhuai said: "The baby has only been born for a few days, and his immunity is weak. You have traveled long distances, why don't I take you back to the hotel first."

This sentence made Lu Wenqing and Wang Taihong dissatisfied with so many things that they didn't know which one to say first.

Lu Wenqing withdrew her hand in displeasure.

Anyway, that is her own grandson, so she naturally wishes him well.

Since Wang Juhuai said that this is not good, then she just doesn't touch it.

But my heart is not convinced.

Today's children are spoiled.

When Wang Juhuai and Wang Jugu were born, the relatives of the family came and touched them directly, and didn't pay much attention to this.

As a result, even now, her own grandma needs a lot of attention even if she wants to touch her grandson because she likes her grandson.

Putting this question aside, Lu Wenqing said, "We have just arrived, and we haven't spoken a few words to Qingwei, and we haven't paid much attention to our grandson. Are you going to send us back?"

Wang Juhuai didn't want them to cause trouble here.

Did you really not hear what you said just now?

Just looking at Lu Mann's knowing expression, he knew that he knew it very well.

Wang Juhuai said: "You have traveled by plane for more than ten hours, and you can't rest well on the plane. There is still jet lag. Why don't you go back and rest first, and recharge your energy before talking. Besides, you haven't packed your luggage yet, why don't you go to the airport first?" Clean up."

What Wang Juhuai said was reasonable, and Lu Wenqing couldn't say anything against it.

"It's better to rest early, this journey is quite tiring." Lu Wenqing said reluctantly, "But why did you send us to the hotel? I thought we were staying at your house."

"We don't have any extra rooms in our house." Wang Juhuai said lightly.

How could he have recruited them to the house and made things difficult for Xia Qingwei and Lu Mann?

"How could it be?" Lu Wenqing didn't believe it, and became more and more angry.

For Xia Qingwei's sake, his own son didn't even let them live at home.

As far as they knew, it was the house that Wang Juhuai bought, and it was a villa, enough for them to live in.

His son's house is just like theirs.

Why not let them go home?

To see my son, I was treated like a guest and sent to the hotel.

Lu Wenqing was very unhappy.

Wang Juhuai explained: "At home, Qingwei and I have bedrooms, and Manman's bedroom. Manman is also preparing for pregnancy. When she is pregnant, the future child will use the children's room with Yijun, and Wei Zhong's room, the room of the aunt at home. , and the rest is the creative studio where I work. It has been fully utilized, and there is really no room left. We can’t let you sleep on the sofa or on the floor. It’s not that we don’t have the money to stay in the hotel, but the hotel is more comfortable .”

"Why does it take up so much! She—" Lu Wenqing wanted to talk about Lu Man, but held back anyway.

Lu Mann was not Wang Juhuai's own daughter, but an oil bottle brought by Xia Qingwei.

What else did Wang Juhuai do with her?

It's fine to reserve a room for Wei Zhong and Auntie, but Lu Mann doesn't live at home.