The queen's wife is too sultry

The moment Lu Qing heard "Gu Zheng", Lu Qing's eyes darkened slightly, then he walked to Lu Zhendong's side, and slapped him on the shoulder with a smile: "Okay dad, your son will do things for me, you still have Nothing to worry about."

With this slap, Lu Zhendong instantly lost his balance while holding Langhao's wrist, Mo fainted into a mass of black on the white rice paper, and the beauty of the whole work was instantly destroyed.

The old father turned dark immediately, threw the brush aside, and glared at Lu Qing: "Ruiyao has developed well in your hands these years, but sometimes your decisions are too radical and domineering. The directors of the group treat you more or less Some dissatisfaction."

Lu Qing glanced at his father's half-written works, "The world is pitched, there is no limit to joys and sorrows, and reunion is as good as before." The first few words are smooth and vigorous, but the round characters are particularly awkward and abrupt because of his destruction. The meaning of the words is completely destroyed.

"You want Ruiyao to enter the American real estate market. I have seen a few projects, but they are not mature enough. Some shareholders will definitely not approve."

"That's the case." Lu Qing looked at the word "Reunion", and was slightly lost in thought, "If you didn't distribute the shares in your hand to the second uncle and his family."

"Okay." Lu Zhendong snorted softly, interrupted Lu Qing, took out a new piece of clean white rice paper from the side again, stained the wolf hair with ink, and swiped the brush again.

His tone sank, with vague ambiguity: "Today is a family banquet, so you don't mention these things at the table later, so as not to make your grandpa unhappy."

Lu Qing pursed his lips, his peach blossom eyes dimmed, and stood silently beside his father.

After a while, he suddenly said: "The three sentences just now were not very good, why didn't you write them?"

The words on the paper are still beautiful, but it is quite different from the sentence just now.

It turned out that the one was crumpled up by his father and thrown into the trash can without mercy.

Lu Zhendong paused, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly: "Some people will be unhappy after reading it, so they simply don't write." Feeling disappointed and helpless.

Lu Qing clenched his fists and looked at his father fixedly.

After a while, he turned around, with mixed feelings in his heart: "I'm going to see my mother."

Lu Qing left the study and came to his mother's studio.

Chu Fei was holding a framed painting in her hand and was trying to hang it up.

Lu Qing hurried forward, wanting to help, but she shook his head and refused.

Chu Fei's father is Chu Ci, a well-known landscape painter in China, who is also Lu Qing's grandfather.

She has been fascinated by it since she was a child, and inherited her father's talent. After being taught by him, she emerged in the painting world and won many national awards in her twenties.

Chu Fei put the painting in front of Lu Qing, "Look, how is the painting?"

She is dressed in a beige gauze dress, light and elegant, and her face, which has always pursued nature, is elegant and intellectual even if there are traces left by the years.

Painting all the year round made her feel calm and calm, and she rarely got angry. Standing beside her, Lu Qing was influenced by his temperament, and his originally agitated heart gradually calmed down.

Lu Qing blinked and joked, "Mom, you are already the chairman of the Painting Association, so you still need my evaluation."

He looked at the painting in his hand, it was a few peach trees, the background of misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, distant and fresh, the pink petals were vivid on the paper, the green leaves were full of vitality, the brushwork was just right, and the fire was perfect.

"You kid, you are full of the careful planning of some businessmen, why didn't you inherit the slightest talent from me."

Chu Fei glared at him, and hung the painting up again. The position she hung was in the center, which showed how much she attached importance to the painting.

He hugged his mother from behind and rubbed her cheek affectionately: "Your son can make money, okay? I'll hold a painting exhibition for you some other day, and I'll put this painting in the center."

Chu Fei's eyes froze, she looked deeply at the painting, then patted Lu Qing's hand, and said warmly: "There is no need for this painting, just show it to me at home."

Lu Qing's face froze, looking at the peach blossoms on the painting, he vaguely understood the meaning of his mother's words, and tacitly stopped mentioning it.

"Let's go, the family feast is about to start, don't keep your grandpa waiting too long."

The two walked out of the door, and the moment the door was closed, Lu Qing unconsciously held his breath, and his eyes stayed on the painting for a few more seconds.

Then gently close the door.

"They're all here, sit down."

Lu Liangping took the main seat, looked around at everyone standing there, then nodded, and the others sat down.

According to seniority, from the main position forward, the eldest son Lu Zhendong and his wife Chu Fei, the second son Lu Yingjie and his wife, and the youngest son Lu Junfeng.

There are many juniors, sitting on the other side with Lu Qing.

Guo Lu is special, sitting next to Lu Sichun, she takes care of her personally.

Everyone started to move their chopsticks, and the table was filled with exquisite dishes, including all kinds of delicacies.

There were so many people, everyone in the Lu family was in high spirits, chatting and laughing, discussing life or the company, including Lu Yingjie, who was often gloomy because of his family's brows in recent years, unconsciously smiled.

Knowing that Lu Liangping asked him: "Yingjie, why didn't Chu Xiao come with you?"

Lu Yingjie's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and a bit of embarrassment appeared on his pale face: "Dad, I told you before, he has a lot of things recently, so..."

Lu Liangping frowned, and everyone's hearts were lifted instantly, and they all stopped their chopsticks and looked at him.

"It's good for young people to have their own careers, but we must not forget the rules."

Lu Yingjie bowed his head: "Dad, what you said is right, I will definitely say him later."

"This child has a special status. You were the one who felt sorry for him a few years ago. Now that you're back, you should stop thinking about it and make it up to him."

When the big and small of the Lu family met, Lu Yingjie was taught by his father to be a human being. Lu Yingjie felt a little uneasy on his face. He lowered his eyes, hiding the shadow in his eyes: "Yes, father."

Lu Liangping looked away in satisfaction, took a sip from his wine glass, and everyone continued talking and laughing.

After dinner, Lu Liangping chatted and laughed with the juniors in the living room, only Lu Yingjie stood alone on the balcony and smoked.

Lu Qing came to the balcony, crossed his arms and asked, "Second Uncle, are you looking for me?"

Lu Yingjie turned around, his temples were slightly gray, and he looked at Lu Qing with suspicious eyes, "Why didn't you bring Chu Xiao back?"

Chen Chuxiao was his illegitimate son, and he only recognized him a few years ago, but the relationship between father and son was extremely bad, and the only person in the Lu family who could talk to Chen Chuxiao was Lu Qing.

Lu Qing shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face: "He is an adult, and he doesn't want to come back, so I can't tie him back."

"Lu Qing." Lu Yingjie said with a sullen face, displeased: "If you hadn't blocked me secretly, why would he be so presumptuous now!"

"Uncle, what you said is wrong. He likes to sing, so you can't justify what you said. I'm his cousin anyway, so I can't let you bully him, right?"

His tone was clearly teasing, the corners of his mouth were raised, but his eyes were indifferent, and he looked directly at Lu Yingjie without flinching.