Chapter 601 My Life, Why Can't I Be the Master?

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: [new] the fastest update! No ads! Chapter 601 Why can't I decide my own life? Ye Wan didn't realize that she had forgotten one thing until she entered the door. The suitcase is still in Lu Changchuan's car. ! ! ! Go down and get it, guilty and embarrassed. Don't take it... Forget it, don't take it, let's talk about it tomorrow. Ye Wan turned and entered the room. I thought I could sleep in on Saturday the next day, but after baking pancakes on the bed for a long time, Ye Wan realized that she had a rare insomnia. As soon as I closed my eyes, Lu Changchuan's question came to my mind: So, you don't remember my birthday at all, do you? To put it another way: So, you're so scumbag that you don't even cover it up? Ye Wan decided not to sleep anymore. Getting up and going to the study, Ye Wan turned on the computer. After the last miss, the three-clawed crocodile suddenly became an invisible crocodile. After checking for so long, there is no movement at all. Re-checked and strengthened the positioning program and search program, and opened the music list to see the ranking of Shen Yuxin's new album. Go back again,

The fish belly has been exposed outside the window.

At this point, the little bun is still in bed.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were already up.

Ye Wan changed her clothes and ran all the way to Jiang's villa.

"Little night?"

Jiang's mother was looking at the mandala plants she planted in the nursery in the yard. When she looked up and saw Ye Wan, her face was full of joy, "I thought you would come back tomorrow, and I told your second brother, Let him remember to pick you up."

The two entered the door affectionately, and there was another burst of excitement in the Jiang family villa.

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It was ten o'clock when Lu Changchuan woke up. He sent a WeChat message, knowing that Ye Wan was at Jiang's house, so he took the suitcase from the car and handed it to Sister Lan.

Then, he drove to the Lu family's old house.

When Lu Changchuan entered, the butler was taking out the books in the old man's study to dry.

Seeing Lu Changchuan, he nodded his head and said, "Jiuye, Missy has arrived."

"it is good."

Lu Changchuan nodded, picked up a few books, flipped through a few pages, and put them back.

Then he walked slowly to the living room.

In the living room of the old house, a young girl in a denim suspender skirt was sitting in a chair playing with her mobile phone.

The girl was in her early twenties, with short ear-length hair dyed maroon, and a few strands of blue and purple highlights.

It looks cool and cool.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor, the girl glanced back, jumped up immediately, and frantically put the phone back into her pocket, "Uncle Jiu..."

"Do you know what I want from you?"

Lu Changchuan sat down and raised his chin, "Sit down."

Lu Tingshan looked blank, "I haven't caused any trouble recently..."

Seeing Lu Changchuan raised his eyes and looked over, Lu Tingshan who had just sat down stood up quickly again.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, "Really, I swear, it's more real than pearls!"

"So, you don't plan to take care of your team, do you?"

Lu Tingshan immediately remembered what Lu Changchuan said.

Like a balloon that has been punctured, the hippie smile on his face was quickly put away, and he sat back in the chair.

He just looked at Lu Changchuan with a gloomy expression and didn't speak.

Lu Changchuan was her uncle, only three years older than her.

Since she was a child, she loved to run after him, even if everyone called her a follower, she would be happy.

But the older he got, the more boring he became.

It's even more boring when he takes charge of the Lu family and the Lu family and becomes the respected Lu Jiuye by everyone in the imperial capital.

At this moment, seeing him looking straight at her, he seemed to be waiting for her answer.

Lu Tingshan sneered and said, "Don't let me play racing cars, but give me a car team. What's the difference between a car team and a toy?"

"Uncle Nine..."

Lu Tingshan looked at Lu Changchuan angrily, "I'm 21, not two years old, why can't I decide my own life?"