Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Lu Xiangdong took Lu Xiuche away from the hospital to a Chinese restaurant that was a little closer to the hospital and had visited it twice before.

The waiter in the Chinese restaurant knew Lu Xiangdong. When he saw his son coming in, he rushed forward and said, "Mr. Lu hasn't been here for a long time!"

"I've been busy recently, I have no time to come."

The waiter greeted the father and son: "Come on, you and the young master please come upstairs."

Just the two of them, Lu Xiangdong did n’t need a private room, and he sat down with Lu Xiuche in a somewhat remote place upstairs, and ordered the signature dishes of several restaurants, "What do you want to eat?"

Naturally, Lu Xiuche would not be polite to his own dad, and asked for a few dishes he likes at a stretch.

The restaurant didn't serve the food quickly, and waited for a while before serving two dishes.

The father and son ate slowly. Lu Xiangdong drove without a drink today, and asked for a pot of good tea.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit strange. Lu Xiangdong hesitated for a while and said, "I'm going to see Xiaofan today."

Lu Xiuche didn't look up, "What then?"

He wasn't surprised. Lu Xiangdong was surprised if he didn't go to see Yu Yuanfan.

Lu Xiangdong remembered Yu Yuanfan, looking hysterically, and shook his head. "When he saw me, he begged me to help him come out of it, and told me a lot ..."

Lu Xiuche nodded, took a bite of grunt meat, chewed two frowns, and took a sip of fruit juice, swallowing the meat indiscriminately.

He really doesn't like this kind of sweet and sour meat. He eats sweet and sweet and spicy is spicy, but he doesn't like the sweet and sour taste, especially the meat.

He thinks that this taste is probably only loved by little girls. He doesn't like it anyway.

It happened that the waiter brought a plate of salt and pepper pork ribs, and Lu Xiuche hurriedly clamped a piece and slammed it. He thought it was right. Meat is meat, so he should do it.

With two pieces of spare ribs connected, Lu Xiuche felt that the taste of grunt meat in his mouth was a little lighter.

He looked up and asked, "What about you? Do you want it or not?"

"I didn't agree." Lu Xiangdong stopped the chopsticks.

This is a little strange to make Lu Xiuche. He knows that Lu Xiangdong is not such a person: "You didn't agree? This ... is really rare."

"Xiaofan ... he deserves some punishment. His character now needs to be restrained, and ... he hurts not me, but your grandfather, and can say that the person who forgive him is your grandfather. Come out and ask your grandpa. "

Lu Xiuche nodded: "I didn't expect that you could do one more thing, not easy."

"Then when are you going to tell my grandpa that Yu Yuanfan hurt him?"

Lu Xiangdong thought for a moment: "I can't say for sure now that your grandpa is still weak, at least until he gets better, or the doctor agrees to let him out of the hospital."

Lu Xiuche felt that his dad really did what he did this time. Some did not agree as before, some indiscriminate promises, no rash promises, and no irritation of the old man.

Lu Xiangdong gave Lu Xiuche a piece of grunt meat: "You eat more, I think you seem to have lost weight recently,"

Lu Xiuche smoked at the corner of his mouth. Why did he have to glutinous meat for so many dishes? He didn't like it.

He raised his hand and chopsticks Dongpo meat, and pulled the good-looking grunt meat steak aside: "I don't like to eat grunt meat, you eat it yourself."