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Chapter 92 The Night of Anting
Bingbulin wore a light yellow short-sleeved dress, squatted down, and greeted a little boy who jumped at her.The little boy is estimated to be 3 or 4 years old, younger than Xiao Zhenqi.

Lu Zhenzhong wanted to keep watching, but Xiaoyu was already right in front of him.

"Uncle! You won't drive me back to Yilin, will you?"

Lu Zhenzhong had no choice but to look away, he put his arms around Xiaoyu's shoulders: "That depends on how naughty you are."

"I can help grandma take care of my younger sister. I can also do laundry, cook, and mop the floor. I am very capable."

While talking, Daewoo and Mother Lu arrived.Lu Zhenzhong put the large and small plastic bags in their hands into the trunk, opened the door, and arranged for them to get in the car.

After closing the car door, he looked back for a familiar figure.From time to time, children of different ages come out of the station.It's summer vacation, and it's time for the children to go to Shanghai to broaden their horizons.

Searched around, but did not see Bingbulin.Turning around, I saw Daewoo staring at him with his arms resting on the broken window of the car.

Raising his hand and touching Daewoo's head, Lu Zhenzhong calmed down and returned to the driving seat.

For Daewoo and Xiaoyu, Anting Xinyuan is as gorgeous as a home in a TV series.They looked around and chatted non-stop.Mama Lu, who has lived here for a few days, knows the way well, and sorts out the souvenirs she brought.

Sleeping is easy in summer, Mother Lu and Xiaoyu sleep on the bed, and Daewoo can sleep on a bamboo mat on the wooden floor.

Lu Zhenzhong hid in his bedroom and called Sang Baiyue on the pretext of taking a lunch break.

"My mother and they are all here."

"Me and Zhen Qi go over to welcome me?"

"Okay. Shall I pick you up?"

"No. Jarrah and I took the subway there."

Without Papa Lu and the people who are always blowing their beards and staring at each other, the harmony in the family has skyrocketed.

At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Sang Baiyue appeared with Xiao Zhenqi.Along with them, there are also big bags of snacks.Potato chips, cola, melon seeds, plum candy, chocolate, etc. emerged from the plastic bag.Xiaoyu's eyes were about to burst into light.

Xiaoyu was already lively, but under the temptation of snacks, her livelyness reached a new height.For her little cousin, whom she had little contact with and hardly knew, she resorted to eighteen weapons, and in a very short time, she got close to Zhenqi.

Zhen Qi had always wanted a big sister, and now she got her wish.

Mother Lu doesn't talk much, she talks less and does more.Sang Baiyue is also similar.Sang Baiyue has always had a good impression of her taciturn mother-in-law, but in the limited time they met before, they were all busy fighting against Father Lu.It's all right now, you can take it easy.

Sang Baiyue couldn't understand what Lu's mother said, and Daewoo happened to be the interpreter.

Lu Zhenzhong sat in his small study to supplement his knowledge on new energy vehicle technology research and development.Seeing that even without his participation, the family is harmonious and harmonious, I feel very relaxed.

After half a month of nurturing in the new department, he learned that the current automotive power technology is still in the chaotic period of the technical track.

Small-scale new car-making forces do not have the strength to lay out multiple new energy technology routes, and can only choose one of the multiple technology routes.Only powerful enterprises can choose multiple technical route layouts.

His new energy vehicle department has laid out a number of new energy technology routes such as pure electric, plug-in hybrid, extended-range hybrid, and fuel cells.

At present, there is no new energy technology route that can be called the mainstream. Who will have the upper hand in the future depends on the development of corresponding technologies.

Among these new energy technology lines, the discussion on the range-extended hybrid power is the most intense.What Lu Zhenzhong collected on the Internet was related discussions about extended-range hybrids.

After downloading the collected information to his mobile phone, he was going to use the fragments of time to digest the knowledge.After doing all this, get up and turn off the machine.

According to Sang Baiyue's arrangement, everyone went out for dinner that night.

Lu's mother said that it would be good to eat at home, but fortunately, Sang Baiyue couldn't understand what she said, and Daewoo happened to "forget" to translate this sentence.Lu Zhenzhong smiled without saying a word, put his hand on his mother's shoulder, and just pushed her away.

Mother Lu came to Shanghai today because she was dressed up by Lu Mei, so she is relatively confident.Seeing that everyone was going out, she who was being pushed had no choice but to follow.

A group of people left the community bustlingly.Lu Zhenzhong lived in it, seeing his closest relatives so comfortable, he was very satisfied.

In the youth commune with nice decoration and lighting, everyone takes turns ordering a dish they like.Lu's mother couldn't read, her eyes were blurry, and she couldn't see the price clearly. Lu Zhenzhong knew that his mother liked sweet and sour tastes, so he ordered sweet and sour pork for her.

The waiter brought the dishes plate by plate.The style is exquisite.Lu's mother liked it very much, but she couldn't help worrying.She leaned closer to her tall son and asked in a low voice in dialect if it would be expensive?Lu Zhenzhong held his mother's hand and replied, "This month, my income is this amount."

He stretched out three fingers.

When Mother Lu saw it, she didn't dare to guess: "Three thousand?"

Lu Zhenzhong leaned closer to his mother's ear: "Ten three thousand."

Mother Lu was startled at first, and then laughed heartily.

Everyone was happy with this meal.In the end, Lu Zhenzhong settled the bill under the watchful eyes of his family members, the corners of his lips curled up in joy.

After dinner, in the not-so-bustling night scene of Anting, the whole family chatted and laughed, and took a leisurely walk.Lu Zhenzhong hugged the little Zhenqi who was too full to walk, bathed in the cool night breeze, feeling relaxed and happy.

After returning home, Zhenqi insisted on sleeping with Xiaoyu. Mother Lu waved a cattail fan, lovingly embraced her little granddaughter, and listened to Xiaoyu's fairy tales with Zhenqi.

Daewoo couldn't stand those princess stories, so he rolled up the mat and ran to the living room to lay the floor.

That night, Lu Zhenzhong and Sang Baiyue slept in the master bedroom.

Lu Zhenzhong, who is in a good mood, is determined to persuade Sang Baiyue about the second child from tonight.

He took the small wooden box from the corner shelf.When taking out the small wooden box, I caught a glimpse of Bingbulin's home opposite from the corner of my eye.

Bingbulin's house was lit and the curtains were drawn, and Bingbulin could occasionally be seen walking past the window.After looking at the opposite window for a while, Lu Zhenzhong reached out and closed the curtains.

When Sang Baiyue saw the small wooden box, her face was more embarrassed than angry.

"I called you to ask about this wooden tea box before! You still lied and refused to admit that you took it."

"There is such a thing. But you remember wrongly. I didn't say I didn't take it. I just kept interrupting."

"Scheming!"

The two of them half sat on the bed, with their backs leaning against the head of the bed.

Lu Zhenzhong opened the small wooden box and took out a letter casually.

"You close your eyes and meditate. I'll read to you."

Sang Baiyue rested her head on Lu Zhenzhong's arm. After several adjustments, she found a comfortable position and closed her eyes comfortably.

(End of this chapter)