Lu Zian gently kneaded her hands, and a fire seemed to burn in his eyes.

He has always been quiet and introverted, but after listening to such calm love words from his beloved, he can no longer control himself.

Under deep affection and intoxication, the almost uncontrollable desire was about to burst out.

He was a little embarrassed by Lu Zi'an's focused eyes. Chen Mange lowered his eyes slightly and bit his lips, but a smile slowly spread on his face.

The moonlight shines on the leaves, shaking.

Lu Zian finally couldn't help it, leaned slightly and kissed her soft lips.

The night is quiet.

Chen Mange's long eyelashes gently swept on Lu Zi'an's face, giving him a brand new throbbing.

His subordinates used a little force, pulled her over, and sat on his lap with her arms.

No one came to Wushuang Building to disturb them, they had a whole night to express their feelings.

This night was long and short, soft and hard.

They did not deliberately hide their actions when they came back, so although there was no media report, many familiar people knew about this news in private.

The next morning, Zhuo Peng's cell phone rang wildly.

Zhuo Peng closed his eyes and reached out to pick it up and glanced, and he woke up instantly.

Clearing his throat, he answered the phone: "Hey?"

"You little brat, you won't let me get angry when Zi'an comes back, right?" Old Master Zhuo's voice came over, obviously suppressing his anger: "It makes everyone know, but I don't know! You are still a boss, what's the use of me?"

He knew.

Zhuo Peng looked at the time and it was almost time to start. He turned on the amplification and while putting on his clothes, he casually said: "Don't always learn these untuned Internet words from Zou Kai. I didn't mean to not tell you, but he just came back yesterday. I don't know your personality. Once you tell you, you will definitely come yesterday. Why bother? He has seven days off. If you want to come to see him, just order a ticket today."

After saying that, he snorted coldly: "I've been in Changyan for so long, but I haven't heard that you made a special trip and flew over to find me because you wanted to see me."

Every time I come over to do business, I take a look at him, or call him back by phone.

Mr. Zhuo's face turned red, and he was not righteous and strong: "Very good, you guessed it right. I've arrived at the airport now, and the cold wind is blowing here. There are not a single car here in the early morning. Please send someone to pick me up."

"..." Zhuo Peng paused his hands in his pants and gritted his teeth: "Grandpa! Do you know that you have high blood pressure? The doctor said you can't..."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't quit, hurry up, I'm wearing less clothes, it's very cold early in the morning!" Mr. Zhuo hung up the phone in a hurry, took a sip of hot tea, and narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Ah, that, waiter, this fried dumpling, let's have another serving."

The taste is really good.

Zhuo Peng touched his forehead and was so embarrassed that he couldn't do anything to him.

He was worried about his health, so he didn't tell him, thinking that he would not inform him if he booked a plane ticket for him today.

Alas, it turns out that old people are like this? They are like children.

What else can I do? I can only spoil it.

He arranged for the driver to pick up his grandfather, and notified the secretary to change all the itineraries today.

They came to the Lu family, so Zhuo Peng even had breakfast.

Mr. Zhuo looked at the breakfast that was full of color, fragrance and taste, and suddenly regretted the fried dumplings he had just eaten.

Seeing the desire in his eyes, Zhuo Peng glanced at him expressionlessly: "Hyperlipidemia."

"...I've eaten!" Mr. Zhuo was serious, but he finally pretended to be serious. After seeing the coffee, he instantly turned into a kind father's face: "Oh, coffee, come on, come on, I hug, oh, it's a lot heavier. Have you had a good meal recently, right?"

Coffee is an orange cat. It used to be so lively and small, but now that scene is gone forever.

As the saying goes, nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and one is crushed and collapsed.

Coffee is more than half a month old. Not only can it collapse the pit, but it can even overwhelm people.

But this doesn't affect its cuteness at all.

Everyone talked around the coffee for a while before Lu Zi'an finally came from Wushuang Tower.

He obviously washed up and looked refreshed.

When he saw Zhuo Peng and Mr. Zhuo, he was also very happy: "Long time no see, Mr. Zhuo, you still look so energetic."

Mr. Zhuo happily raised his coffee's paws and waved: "Let's chat later, you can have breakfast first!"

Anyway, he has a whole day, so he is not in a hurry.

While Lu Zi'an was having breakfast, Lu's father and Mr. Zhuo talked about the furniture at home.

This inevitably talks about wood and other things: "If you want to talk about beds, it's better to have red sandalwood... As for the table and chairs, of course it's rosewood..."

Mr. Zhuo was very happy to talk. As he continued to talk about this, Dad Lu gradually became a little unbearable.

People are like this. No matter how skilled a skill is before, it will gradually lose its spirituality if it is not used for a long time.

Dad Lu used to be very skilled, but he hadn't carved it for so long. Just looking at it, he still didn't experience it deeply enough.

The subtle gap between him was naturally noticed by the gentleman Zhuo.

He laughed happily, and said lightly, saying: "Sitting on rosewood, sleeping on rosewood, using chicken wings, and placing ebony. If you can complete a set of furniture according to this rule, that's really..."

Two tsks, thousands of words, all in this laughter.

Dad Lu also nodded with a smile, but he was thinking about Lu Zi'an's list in his heart.

Rosewood flowers and full moon carved bed

Rosewood Landscape Book Sofa Eight-Piece Set...

Isn’t it just that this chapter is in line? I originally felt that Lu Zian deliberately prepared this list to delay time, but now he has changed his mind.

Forget it, it’s harder. It’s easy for anyone to get married, not to mention that Zi'an and Manman are not easy. It’s time to put more effort into it.

Lu Zian naturally didn't know that his father's thoughts had changed as they talked.

After breakfast, I came over and chatted with Mr. Zhuo for a long time.

When talking about the changes in the industry in recent years, Mr. Zhuo is naturally more experienced than Shen Mange and others.

A few years ago, let’s not talk about it anymore. Take Changyan as an example. There are many aristocratic tribes. Although it is not very obvious, the faction is actually distinguished based on the surname.

The craftsmen are intimate with each other and are guarding against hostility.

For the short term, they may join forces for the sake of profit, but in a blink of an eye they are stabbing the knife and making various plans.

This terrible situation not only occurs among peers, but also among masters and apprentices.

In the situation at that time, all of them were pessimistic.

Even if they are willing to change their own ideas, they cannot change the views of others.

If they use their own skills to bet on an unknown future, none of them will have the courage to do so.

Lu Zian's appearance was like a rain falling from the scorching sun.

It’s too early, and it won’t work. If it’s too late, it’s really too late.

Lu Zian, it was just right now.

The right time and innovations that have not yet come out of poverty have fully alleviated this decline and even a prosperous scene.

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhuo was even more emotional: "...Old Chen and the others arrived in the morning and said they wanted to invite you to have tea. I wonder if you have free time today?"

Without waiting for Lu Zian to answer, he paused and added: "Actually, there is nothing else, just everyone wants to ask what plans do you have for the future..."
Chapter completed!