749: C749 When You Get Home

C749 When You Get Home

Lo Poxin was startled. His face was filled with shock and joy, and his hands were trembling with excitement.

"You mean..."

Compared to Lo Poxin's excitement, Lo Yang seemed to be too calm and cold.

He smiled faintly and said, "Grandpa, if you have time for the wedding in a week, please come and attend."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, tidied his clothes, and prepared to leave.

Lo Poxin also immediately reacted. When he left, he suddenly called Lo Yang.

"Lo Yang."

Lo Yang politely stopped in his tracks.

Lo Poxin's old eyes were filled with tears. He said in a low voice, "Don't worry. Grandpa will definitely go."

Lo Yang nodded his head. He was very polite and distant.

After Lo Yang left, Lo Poxin faintly sighed.

The secretary beside him also hurriedly handed him a few tissues.

He wiped away the hot tears at the corners of his eyes.

Actually, perhaps even he himself did not know why he would be so moved when he heard this news.

It wasn't that he didn't have a great-grandson. Lo Xi was also his great-grandson.

Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many things in a short period of time, but when he heard the news, the arrival of a new life and the bloodline of the inheritance had touched his aged heart.

"Get ready." He smiled in relief. "Soon, there will be a joyous occasion at home."

The secretary nodded and also smiled, "Yes, Master."

Ever since Second Brother and Third Brother's family had an accident, Master had fallen into a negative mood.

He had also aged a lot, and it was rare for him to smile.

It was as if his only obsession had become the wedding of young master Lo Yang.

For so long, he had only seen the old master smile today.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As for young master Lo Yang... His prejudice towards the old master would probably not disappear for the rest of his life.

After Chang'an had a meal with them in the villa, she reminded them about Qianyu's schooling before preparing to leave.

At this time, the night also came late.

When Chang'an walked out, it was exactly dark.

She walked to the place where she parked the car and just as she was about to open the door and get into the car, she saw a familiar figure standing not far in front of her.

She was surprised. "Lo Yang?"

Lo Yang saw her and walked over.

Under the night sky, Lo Yang's tall figure became even more slender.2

He wore casual clothes with a light coffee style. Compared to the usual temperament of a young master from a noble family, he was much more approachable.

He carried a faint trace of warmth, like an ordinary man waiting for his wife.

"Why are you here?" Chang'an was puzzled.

Lo Yang looked at the villa.

At this time, the villa was still lit.

He smiled gently and said, "Our house is still lit. We are waiting for you to come home."

Chang'an's body was stunned for a moment.

A warm feeling flowed from the bottom of her heart to her limbs and bones.

Her whole body trembled slightly.

However, there was one lamp that was lit up for her.

He raised his hand and caressed her head lovingly.

He said softly, "Chang'an, let's go home."

Chang'an suddenly understood and immediately revealed a faint smile.

"Okay." She said.

Perhaps Lo Yang did not know that Chang'an had fallen in love with him.

It was also because of this sentence.

He had given her a home.

A home that she would never get lost in.

It was also the beginning and the end.

They learned what love was from each other, and what they would learn from each other... They told each other everything.

Chang'an looked at Lo Yang, who was sitting beside her, as she drove.

"Where's your car?"

Lo Yang smiled and said slowly, "Wenhu drove it away. I knew you would drive it over. If I had a car, how could I sit in the front passenger seat of my wife? "

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