817: C817 Be Stuffed with Dog Food at All Times

C817 Be Stuffed with Dog Food at All Times

On Monday, if you get in Lu Chengchuan's car, you're ready to go back to school.

Before the car door had even closed, he saw Lu Zihao hurriedly chasing after him.

"Little Uncle, Little Aunt, bring me along. I also want to go to T University." Lu Zihao didn't wait for them to respond after he finished speaking. He directly opened the door of the passenger seat and got in, "Lu Yuan, let's drive!"

In just a single meal, he had already won the approval of all his family!

This time, he was going to go through the manual procedures. From Tuesday onwards, he would officially become an intern at T University!

If: '...' This kid, he's going back to being the villain.

Lu Chengchuan did not say anything either, silently holding onto Ru's waist and closing the car door.

The car slowly slid out of the Lu family mansion.

If he was tortured by Lu Chengchuan for two days out of nowhere, he would fall asleep not long after getting on the car.

Lu Chengchuan pulled her into his embrace, allowing her to sleep more comfortably.

"…" From the rearview mirror, Lu Zihao saw the two of them intimately leaning against each other, as if they were in a world of their own, with no one able to enter.

Somehow, his face burned slowly.

Little Uncle and Little Aunt were even more affectionate than the couples he had met. Even his parents, a couple of decades old, couldn't compare to the feelings they had between each other.

Embarrassed, he looked away. Staring at the scenery outside the window, he began to sympathize with Lu Yuan.

A single dog being stuffed with dog food all the time was pretty miserable.

When they were almost at school, Lu Chengchuan, who had been silent all this while, suddenly opened his mouth: "If there's anything, you're not allowed to trouble your little aunt."

Lu Zihao twitched his mouth in disapproval. Little Aunt shouldn't bother him!

Besides, what troubles would a Lu Family like him face?

Who would dare to cause trouble for him?

However, he didn't dare to say these words to Lu Chengchuan in person.

Just as he was about to say "oh", he suddenly remembered that he had to go to the Wei household with Little Aunt this afternoon.

Seeing that Lu Chengchuan was hugging him so tightly, he decided to inform him.

"In the afternoon, there's also a Wei family general meeting …"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Chuan interrupted him, "Have Xiao Yan go with you."

Lu Zihao: "…" All right.

When the car stopped in front of the main entrance, Lu Zihao got off first.

After all, it was just a car, so he didn't get off the car and ran. He stood by the side of the road and waited for them to enter the school together.

If he had just fallen asleep, he would have to squint for a long time before he could recover his soul.

Out of habit, he gave Lu Chengchuan a kiss on his handsome face, then picked up his backpack and got off the car.

Suddenly, Lu Chengchuan pulled her from behind, causing her to fall back into his embrace.

She was stunned for half a second. "What's wrong?"1

"Remember what you promised me." Lu Chengchuan gently bit her earlobe before letting her go.

If you touch your ears, blush and get out of the car.

Two days after the weekend, while Lu Chengchuan was tormenting her, he forced her to promise not to get close to anyone other than him.

This included Lu Zihao.

If she didn't understand, she would have to confirm again and again even though she had already promised him.

What had she done to make him so insecure?

Can't you just tell her to change it?

Gazing at his car as it drove away, if he secretly sighed.

"If you don't want to, you can go back." Lu Zihao shrugged.

In any case, with his uncle here, it didn't matter even if he didn't study.

Little Uncle knows how to take a wife.

If she rolled her eyes at him and said snappily, "Let's go."

Lu Zihao clicked his tongue and followed her.

"Little Guo!"

A boisterous female voice came from behind the two of them.

If they stopped.

This sound...

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