Chapter 172 Ayan, Can I Give You a Daughter?

Qingqing felt that she had been ignored. If the man on the stairs was still interested in flirting with her, now he had no interest in her at all.

But Qingqing looked at the man infatuatedly. There was only a dim light in the room. The way the man bent over to smoke was indescribably uninhibited. At the same time, he bent over to smoke and frowned and said nothing... Lonely, his heart seemed...very lonely.

It's like, he has been walking alone in this world.

The image of the little girl just now flashed in Qingqing's mind. She also looked so lonely.

Two equally lonely people met each other in this world, and they warmed to each other from then on. Thirteen years passed in the blink of an eye, and from then on they were inextricably entangled, and... calamity.

"Master Yan, why are you ignoring Qingqing?" Qingqing stepped forward and hugged Lu Yan.

But she didn't get it, because the man's hand holding the cigarette gently touched her forehead and didn't let her get close.

A low, magnetic voice came into my ears, with a hint of sarcasm, "Don't move, control yourself."

“…”

Qingqing's pretty little face blushed, and she raised her eyes to look at the man, but in the smoke, the man's brown eyes became unpredictable, as if no one could see through his inner thoughts.

"Master Yan, don't you want Qingqing to serve you?"

Lu Yan took a drag on his cigarette and looked at the woman up and down with his brown eyes, indifferent and sinister, "No need."

At this time, there was a sound coming from the next door, ah!

The soundproofing effect here is very good, but I don't know whether it was because the woman screamed too loud or it was too quiet and depressing, so the girl's scream came over all of a sudden.

"Who lives next door? There are ghosts making noises there at night..."

Qingqing was still complaining, but the man's tall body froze. He threw half of the cigarette in the ashtray, pulled out his long legs and walked out of the room.

"Master Yan, where are you going?" Qingqing quickly chased after him.

…

Next room.

Lu Yan put his broad, rough palm on the doorknob. The door was not locked at all, so he opened it with a twist.

Lu Yan walked in with steady steps. His dark brown eyes quickly scanned the huge room but found no one.

"An'an!" he shouted.

At this time, the sound of gurgling water in the shower room reached his ears, and he immediately stepped into the shower room.

The frosted glass door inside was open, and as the hot water was released, the steaming heat overflowed. With a faint bath fragrance, Lu Yan came to the frosted glass door, and then his footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Master Yan, what's going on? Who's calling?" At this time Qingqing also walked in.

Qingqing looked into the frosted glass door and seemed to see a figure falling down on the white porcelain surface.

"Master Yan, this..."

At this time, a line of sight came over, and Qingqing trembled all over.

Lu Yan was staring at her, his usual lazy and unruly look had faded away, his brown eyes exuded a sinister and spicy gaze, staring at her inch by inch.

Qingqing's hands and feet were trembling, "Yan...Yan Ye, I didn't see anything. I won't say anything. I'm leaving first..."

Qingqing ran away.

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In the shower room.

An An fell to the white porcelain ground, and her fair knees turned red. She hugged herself with her slender arms and looked up at the man with her little head raised.

Lu Yan fixed his eyes on the girl's palm-sized fair face, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you fall on purpose?"

Her knees were broken and her flesh and blood were bruised. She had fallen hard.

An An nodded, "Yes."

"Why?"

"I told you, I don't like you bringing women into the room."

Lu Yan's eyes turned red a little bit, and he forced a sneer from his throat, "So, you are going to harm yourself?"

An An's ice-like eyes fell on him, "Ayan, I am yours, and you are mine. I don't allow you to be with other women!"

Ayan.

She called him Ayan.

Uncle Jin has always called him Ayan. Although Uncle Jin is not his father, he is better than his father. He respects and loves this man. Without him, he would have probably starved to death on the street.

It was Uncle Jin who brought him back to the Lu family and asked him to go to school and learn to read. Uncle Jin originally planned for him to go into business and take over the Lu family's business empire, but he was ambitious, rough, and a scumbag, and he couldn't be polite. A businessman, he went out to start a business at the age of 16. He didn't learn well and took away other people's docks.

His relationship with Uncle Jin was like a friend or a father. Uncle Jin did not impose anything on him, and he did not need him to take any responsibility towards the Lu family. However, he would not forget his roots as a man, and he knew that he owed it to the Lu family.

So he knew in his heart that Lu Qier was just an Adou who couldn't help her, but he would still help Lu Qier if she wanted to get it, even though she was the daughter of the Lu family.

Now the girl also calls him Ayan.

Lu Yan's shirt and trousers were already wet with hot water, and his bronzed skin and strong eight-pack abs were looming underneath. He looked at the girl and said slowly and hoarsely, "Don't call me that in the future. "

Seeing his cold and handsome face, the blush on An An's face slowly faded away, revealing a sickly pale face again. She stared at him stubbornly, "Then what should I call you?"

"Call me uncle."

An An hugged him, and her white and tender hands caressed every inch of his face with fascination. At this moment, her eyes were full of heartache and love, "Ayan, can I give you a daughter?"

Can I give you a daughter?

Lu Yan's tall and straight body was shaken. He raised his eyelids and looked at An An with cold eyes, "Put this sentence back in my stomach. If I hear it a second time in the future, I will send you home immediately." .”

Send her home for review.

An An's eyes turned red, and when she looked at him, crystal tears were about to overflow.

Lu Yan also realized that her words were serious. In his memory, she never cried much. She had leukemia since she was a child, which caused her to spend a lot of time in the hospital for chemotherapy. She never cried during injections or when her hair fell out.

But after these words came out of her mouth, she looked at him without crying, and Lu Yan felt that his heart was clenching.

He didn't know why he took her home in the first place, he should be alone.

How nice it is to be alone and carefree.

"Ayan, don't be angry, don't send me away, I won't dare anymore." An An sniffed her red nose.