Chapter 2127 Eighteenth Coming of Age Ceremony (9)

Lu Zishu shook his head.

"My brother only said that this is my eldest nephew, but where did he come from? He doesn't have a wife!"

Ruan Jiaojiao remained silent and asked her, who was she going to ask?

Lu Zishu didn't want an answer, he just wanted to find someone to chat with him. If Ruan Lei was not around, that person would naturally be Ruan Jiaojiao. After all, they grew up together.

Lu Zishu didn't stay at Ruan's house for long, and he was soon called back by Zhao Li, who asked him to buy two sets of children's clothes temporarily.

After Lu Zishu left, Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in Duan Xu's arms and sighed quietly.

Thinking of something, he turned around and asked Duan Xu: "Brother Xu, what were you staring at that child just now?"

Duan Xu replied: "He has a strong smell of blood."

Duan Xu's answer was considered a good one, because he didn't want to scare Ruan Jiaojiao, but he actually smelled a strong smell of death from the little boy.

If one person dies, two people die, three or even four or five people die, they will not have the smell of death on their bodies. Only people who may have come out of the pile of dead people will have the smell of death on their bodies. Children have it, and Lu Jing has it. There are also.

Ruan Jiaojiao raised her head in surprise: "The smell of blood? Is he injured?"

Duan Xu shook his head: "No, it should have been contaminated somewhere."

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked suspiciously, and felt relieved after thinking that Lu Jing didn't look injured.

As for the Lu family, Lu Zhiwei came back at around seven o'clock in the evening. Although he already knew the general information from Zhao Li, he was still quite shocked when he saw Lu Jin and the little boy sitting on him when he entered the door.

"Dad." Lu Jing raised his eyes and shouted, then asked the little boy in his arms to call him grandpa.

The little boy was very obedient. He almost did whatever he said and immediately called Lu Zhiwei "Grandpa".

Lu Zhiwei could only nod with a weird expression.

The child had a little energy, and after running around for the past few days, he quickly became tired and fell asleep in Lu Jing's arms. Lu Jing did not send him back to his room, but asked Lu Zishu to find him. He took off the thin quilt and held the little boy in his arms to cover him.

Then he said to Zhao Li and others: "Mom and Dad, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

"Won't you put this child in? It won't be comfortable if you put it here." Zhao Li said hesitantly.

Lu Jing shook his head and said calmly: "No need, he won't feel safe if he doesn't see me when I send him in."

Zhao Li was silent when she thought of how the little boy woke up crying while he was taking a bath.

Lu Zhiwei asked straight to the point: "What's going on with this child? Whose is it?"

"Mine." Lu Zhen lowered his eyes, covering the emotion in his eyes at this moment: "From the moment I brought him back, he is my son, a member of our Lu family, and the grandson of your parents."

"What do you mean? Why can't I understand? Did you adopt this child?" Lu Zishu asked.

"It's not adoption, this child is mine." Lu Zhen raised his head and looked at everyone in the Lu family: "This child is mine. No matter who asks in the future, you must answer this way."

Lu Zishu scratched his head: "I still don't understand, so is this true?"

He really didn't understand and was completely confused by Lu Jing's words. He could tell at a glance that this child was of mixed race. Judging from his age, he must be about four years old.

Including the time of pregnancy, it was five years, and Lu Jing had not yet gone abroad at that time.