Chapter 417 You Picked It up, Right?

Ye Shuyun is now very angry, "How can anyone beat a child like this? Last time he asked Lu Yi to give that woman away, Lu Yi almost didn't lose his life. This time the woman almost didn't beat Huanhuan to death. What's wrong with sending someone named Miao to jail?"

"What Lu Yi did was based on the same logic. He didn't do anything wrong. Could it be that the Miao family made a mistake and didn't take responsibility for it, and now they still want to beat my son?"

"Um, you said..." Ye Shuyun recalled what Lu Shi said at that time and asked him in a low voice, "Are you really picked up by your father, and the one named Miao was born by your father?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Jin felt his face turn red and green, "How can you talk nonsense about this?"

"Why am I talking nonsense?" Ye Shuyun thought over and over again, but it was not right. "If you are not a relative, how can you be so kind to others, even if you want to kill your own grandson, other people's daughters are treasures. Is my son just a fool?" This is very possible. Ye Shuyun thought about the bloody plots she had seen before, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it became.

"You must have been picked up by your father."

Lu Jin "..."

"Your dad must have picked it up from the trash."

Lu Shi "..."

"Your dad must have picked you up from an unwanted trash heap."

Lu Jin "..."

The more Ye Shuyun talked, the more Lu Jin felt that this possibility was very high. After all, when Mr. Lu was young, he was always merciful, charming, and talented. Of course, in an era of warlords, it was normal to be flirtatious. Otherwise, there would be no Lu Qin's father. Although Lu Qin's father is gone now, Lu Qin is the proof that Mr. Zeng Jin had three wives and four concubines. Is it possible that the man named Miao is really the old man's wife outside? life's.

But it's impossible. If that were the case, no matter what happened to the old man, he would not force Lu Yi to marry that Miao Xinyuan.

So, on this point, Ye Shuyun was really right. He was the deceased old Mrs. Lu who was picked up from the garbage dump. She was not a flesh and blood of the Lu family. Therefore, she was the human treasure of the Miao family. A son is nothing but a root. Otherwise, why would he hate his grandson so much and wish he could kill him? But he is so kind to the family named Miao. Well, he has become a grandson.

Lu Jin had never thought that he was not a member of the Lu family, nor was he the biological child of Mr. Lu, because this was originally impossible. But now the seeds of doubt began to take root and sprout, and began to torment him. nerve.

He was always thinking about Mr. Lu's attitude towards his father and son. He had always beaten or scolded them since they were young. They all grew up under sticks. They said that beating means scolding and loving, but there is no such thing as love.

His son was beaten to bruises. If things had not ended happily, Lu Yi would have had to lie in the hospital for a long time. Frankly speaking, he never felt that there was anything wrong with his son.

He did the right thing. If he didn't do this, if he let the Miao family go because of his connections, then he would not be worthy of being a prosecutor or sitting in that position, and he would not be Lu Yi.

Mr. Lu beat his son and his wife indiscriminately, this time hitting all four of their family in the face.

He is not his biological child, yes, he is definitely not his biological child, he is definitely not his biological child.

Ye Shuyun was actually just joking and didn't take it seriously, but her words were just a joke, which made Lu Jin start to doubt his own life.

Lu Yi took a spoon and fed Yan Huan soup. It was made by the nanny at home. It replenished blood. What he was most afraid of was Yan Huan losing blood, because she was already severely anemic. The doctor said that she wouldn't be able to survive for more than a few months. Time can't be made up, so this is better, but the result is like this again, how can he not be anxious.

"Drink more."

Lu Yi gave Yan Huan another mouthful. When he saw that her lips were lighter in color than others, his heart tightened. The tightness was unbearable.

Yan Huan took another sip, and then she touched her belly.

"Can you not drink it? My stomach is so bloated." Even if you want to replenish blood, you can't do it like this. This is not replenishing blood, but feeding pigs.

"Drink some more," Lu Yi put the spoon to her mouth again, insisting that she eat more. She really ate less and was like a chicken every day. She would be full after eating just a little bit. It’s to protect your figure, but you can’t maintain it like this.

"What should I do if I get fat?"

Although she was complaining like this, Yan Huan didn't feel like she was getting fat. Anyway, she just ate Lu Yi's food, and it was really easy to maintain.

"If you are fat, you will be fat. If you are fat, you will look better."

Lu Yi pinched her face and said, "It's not good to be any thinner."

Li Huan really wanted to cry. She was an actor. She was an actor. She was an actor. How could a husband ruin his wife's figure like this?

A bowl of unknown soup was all force-fed by Lu Yi. When Yan Huan found out, he was full.

The action she wants to do most now is to lie down and touch her belly.

But I finally stood up, preparing to stand for a while to avoid getting really fat.

She raised her hand, which was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and waved it in front of Lu Yi.

Lu Yi pulled her wrist down, "Put it down, don't mess around."

Yan Huan heard this obediently and stopped moving. She suddenly came forward and looked at Lu Yi's facial features carefully. Lu Yi was not delicate at all, but he had a very attractive and masculine appearance, especially his raised eyes. When he squints, he feels dangerous, and when he opens his eyes, there is another cold light. His nose is very high, and his lips are well-shaped. In fact, they naturally rise, but what makes him feel cold is what makes him feel cold.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me?" Lu Yi put the bowl aside and sat in front of Yan Huan.

"You and your father look alike," Yan Huan said, tapping her chin, "very very similar." Yan Huan had this feeling all his life. Lu Yi and Lu Jin looked very similar, whether it was face shape, eyebrows, or eyes. They are all very similar, of course Lu Jin is rougher and rougher, while Lu Yi is more attractive. His skin is very good, not as rough as other men's, and is covered with blackheads and the like. His skin is inside a man's, It's already pretty good. The whole skin is not white, it's bronze, and it's full of malty fragrance.

Well, the taste of food. She touched Lu Yi's face with her forehead.

"That's my dad, of course he looks like him." Lu Yi smiled and rubbed her messy hair. It had grown a little, so she probably didn't need to cut it.