Chapter 601 After all, I am this child's cousin

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"You go out, I don't want to talk to you!"

In the ward, there was a sudden scream.

Immediately afterwards, Su Qing and Qiao Mohan, who were waiting outside the ward, saw Lu Yuchen come out of the ward with a calm expression on his face.

When Lu Yuchen went out, he saw that they were both staring at him.

In an instant, the sullen look between his eyebrows was closed, and he returned to that expressionless high-cold look.

It's a pity that the two people outside had already heard the conversation inside.

Qiao Mohan couldn't help teasing, "Yuchen, my sister-in-law seems to be recovering well... That voice just now was quite loud!"

"Hmph, the scumbag deserves it, let you bully Xinluo!" Su Qing was more rude than Qiao Mohan, stood up and went to the ward.

Even looking at Lu Yuchen, he knew that this was driven out by Xinluo.

Lu Yuchen knew that he was wrong and didn't speak. After Su Qing entered, he pulled Qiao Mohan to stand up.

"Yuchen, you can actually explain it to your sister-in-law. After all, that incident can't be regarded as your doing..."

"Shut up." Lu Yuchen gave him a cold look.

He never wanted to tell Xinluo about that.

She was afraid that she would treat him as a monster, and even more afraid that even if he was already a monster, she would still be stupid enough to stay with him.

"Come out with me." Lu Yuchen said coolly.

"Where?"

"Go and see the children."

"Didn't you say that a son is more important than a wife?"

Lu Yuchen turned his head and gave Qiao Mohan a cold glance again.

Could he tell Qiao Mohan that the reason why he was kicked out by Xinluo was because Xinluo asked him about his child, but he didn't know what to do?

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"Yuchen, you finally remembered to see your son... Come, come, come, look... This child's small eyes, small nose, small mouth, small ears, don't they look like your childhood?"

As soon as Lu Yuchen arrived, he was grabbed by Zhuo Yarong, standing outside the glass window talking non-stop.

Before he saw Yue Ze, he had heard of what happened from Lu Qi.

Knowing that Yue Ze donated blood and saved Xinluo.

When I saw him at this time, my usual hostility was slightly lessened.

However, to find that Yue Ze looked at his son with an elusive kindness, this made Lu Yuchen feel a little unhappy.

"Well, it's a bit similar." Although Lu Yuchen didn't see how that wrinkled, monkey-like little baby looked like him.

But in order not to be nagged by Zhuo Yarong, she still agreed with her words.

Unexpectedly, a discordant voice was immediately inserted next to it.

"I think this child's ears are more like when I was a child."

Hearing this, Zhuo Yarong and Lu Yuchen were both stunned.

Especially Lu Yuchen, his face turned cold, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yue Ze, who had said these words out of shame.

It was his credit for saving Xinluo.

But saying this, it clearly exceeded the bottom line that Lu Yuchen could bear.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of danger in his expression, "Yue Ze, your words have crossed the line."

Xinluo is his wife, why does their child look like Yueze?

Even just saying that the ears are similar, that's not enough.

Yue Ze's face was still a little pale, but he curled his lips and smiled, "I know what I'm talking about. Anyway, the blood was drawn, and the Tang family was in trouble. It would be better to talk about this earlier."

Looking at this child, he suddenly didn't feel in the mood to toss anymore.

Some things should almost be revealed.

Lu Yuchen didn't know about the Tang family yet, so Zhuo Yarong immediately told him the matter in a simple manner.

After she finished speaking, Yue Ze took over the conversation and said lightly: "So, Xinluo is not from the Tang family. Speaking of which, it is not unusual for your child to look alike to me. After all, according to blood relationship, I am this child. uncle."

[The author has something to say] At least to 602, I still have time to write.