After her death, the crazy boss killed all the villains and committed suicide

"grandmother,"

Luo Yang changed into a neo-Chinese style white ink-splashed landscape dress and walked down from upstairs.

"Okay, let's go."

The long curly hair like a waterfall was half tied behind her head, which made her eyebrows and eyes look even colder and more distant.

But this natural sense of keeping strangers away will gradually disappear when she smiles, making people's hearts soften.

No matter what kind of clothes she wears, she always has her own style.

Old Madam Lu looked at her granddaughter-in-law and liked her more and more.

"It's good to be young, you look good in anything you wear,"

She looked kind.

"Come on, grandma will go shopping with you."

The smile on Uncle Qiao's face never faded.

The old lady hasn't been this happy for a long time, and hopes that the young lady can spend more time with her.

Just as the two were about to leave, they saw Xu Xing waiting outside.

Madam Lu raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"That brat asked you to go with us?"

"Yes, Mr. Lu asked me to follow you,"

Xu Xing smiled and nodded.

"Alright,"

Mrs. Lu held Luo Yang's hand, asked Xu Xing to come over, and got into the car directly.

"Xiaoxing, let's go."

what?

Xu Xing looked at Madam Lu and Luo Yang, then looked to the other side.

Did the old lady and the lady forget something?

Seeing Xu Xing standing there without moving, Luo Yang narrowed her beautiful eyes and spoke slowly.

"what happened?"

Xu Xing spoke truthfully.

"Mr. Lu, he——"

Just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a deep and magnetic voice.

"Won't you wait for me?"

The neatly ironed white new Chinese-style ink-splashed suit without a single wrinkle wrapped around the man's slender and upright body.

Cold eyebrows, high nose bridge, and thin lips.

An impeccable face, noble and handsome.

Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he still exuded a strong aura of being superior and in control of everything.

The clothes were all sent according to Yangyang's dressing style. Although they are basically in black, white and gray, most of them are neo-Chinese style.

I thought this brat wouldn't know how to wear it, but I didn't expect this.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu's smile deepened.

She has a really good eye.

The faint smile at the corner of Luo Yang's mouth spread to his eyes.

"Aci, you want to go with us?"

"Um,"

Lu Jingci noticed the teasing in his grandmother's eyes, and maneuvered the wheelchair to get into the car. His narrow, dark eyes looked intently and tenderly at Luo Yang sitting opposite him.

"I'll go with you."

He had to be the first to see Yangyang in a dress.

What is this called?

There is always someone who can conquer this bad boy.

Madam Lu was not willing to miss the opportunity to tease her grandson.

"Tsk tsk, Xiaoxing, can you help me see where the sun is setting outside?"

It was a fight between gods, Xu Xingke didn't dare to respond. He pursed his lips, suppressed his smile, started the car and slowly drove away.

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The Song Family Manor.

"elder brother,"

Song Jiarou brought the coffee she had brewed herself to Song Sili.

"I brewed this according to your taste. Try it and see how it tastes."

There was a hint of flattery in the soft and slow voice.

Song Sili stopped what he was doing and looked up at Song Jiarou.

Song Jiarou was wearing a black short dress, which made her slender body look even thinner, as if it would fall down with a gust of wind.

That palm-sized face, which was pale as a bloodshot, looked almost transparent.

The whole person is like an extremely fragile flower that needs care.

He sighed deeply in his heart, brought the coffee over and stirred it slowly, looking at Song Jiarou with gentle eyes.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"