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Chapter 138 Dad, You Lied

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    It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Lu Chenxu drove home, and the three little girls were already asleep.

    Mother Lu accompanied Mrs. Lu to massage in the room.

    Father Lu said that he had an appointment with his old classmates to go out for a ride, and it would take several days before he came back.

    Mo Zizhong accompanied Mo Xiaodie in the living room while watching boring cartoons while waiting for him.

    Seeing him coming in, Mo Xiaodie hurried up to meet him, with a concerned look on his face: "Why is it so late? Have you eaten yet?"

    Hearing her concerned words, Lu Chenxu felt warm in his heart. He hugged her into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Not yet! I missed you, so I came back in a hurry."

    Mo Xiaodie blushed and pushed him away: "Zizhong is still there! I made porridge for you to nourish your stomach, so I'll go and serve you some rice."

    Only then did Lu Chenxu see his son watching TV on the sofa.

    He walked over: "Dabao, are you still asleep?"

    Mo Zizhong rolled his eyes at him: "Dad, you and your mother came back so late before the official wedding ceremony, it's not good!"

    Just like a little grown-up.

    "You kid! You're a big kid." Lu Chenxu couldn't help rubbing his little head.

    Mo Zizhong glanced at Mo Xiaodie in the kitchen, and asked in a low voice, "Father, where did you go when you came back so late?"

    "Working overtime in the company!" He replied naturally. As a father, there are many things he doesn't want his children to know.

    Mo Zizhong stared with small eyes: "Father, you are lying. You and Uncle Li left the company around seven o'clock in the evening."

    Lu Chenxu looked at his son with a look of surprise: "You, how do you know?"

    After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered Li Mingcheng's words. His son often invaded their company's monitoring system.

    Could it be that this kid has just hacked into their company's monitoring and checking posts?

    Mo Zizhong raised his face and threatened him: "Father, you'd better not play tricks, all the monitoring systems in Yucheng are a piece of cake for me."

    "Okay, Dad understands." Lu Chenxu supported his forehead and sighed.

    Sometimes the son born is too smart, which may not be a good thing.

    He was just threatened by the two boys Long Bai and Long Qian in the morning, and he was taught by Zizhong when he got home at night. Is he a bit too aggrieved and a failure as a father?

    "Dad, are you still telling the truth?" Mo Zizhong looked serious.

    Lu Chenxu glanced at the kitchen, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Go back to your room first, I have something to discuss with you after dinner."

    "Did you do something sorry for Mommy?"

    "No, Dabao, be obedient, go back first, and Dad will explain it to you later."

    Now Lu Chenxu finally believed Li Mingcheng's words, so don't try to hide anything from his clever son.

    As a father, being crushed by his son again and again is really uncomfortable.

    "Okay, I'll give you fifteen minutes." Mo Zizhong gave him a suspicious look, then got up and obediently went upstairs.

    When Mo Xiaodie warmed up the food and brought it out, he didn't see Mo Zizhong, so he was a little puzzled: "Dabao went to sleep?"

    Lu Chenxu hugged her from behind, buried his head in her neck and shoulders, his tone was full of grievance and depression: "Honey, tell me, these children are obviously premature, why are they so smart!"

    Mo Xiaodie reached out and rubbed the top of his head: "Who can blame this! Who made your genes too strong and smart!"

    "I didn't. In front of them, my father is simply mentally handicapped." He said in a low voice, the aggrieved words made Mo Xiaodie couldn't help laughing.

    "What, your son bullied you again?" She turned around and hugged him.

    Mo Zizhong had been telling her just now that he should not get used to his father's bad habits, and he must develop the good habit of coming home on time after get off work and reporting when he goes out.

    She thought her son was just joking!

    It seemed that when she was in the kitchen just now, the father and son had already talked, and Lu Chenxu, the father, lost.

    Lu Chenxu leaned next to her ear, and bit her earlobe lightly: "My son bullied me, I was hurt in my heart, you have to make it up to me."

    Then, he turned to her lips and kissed her directly.

    The two of them sat at the dining table for a while, before Lu Chenxu suddenly remembered that his son only gave him fifteen minutes to eat.

    He quickly glanced at his watch, fortunately, there are still five minutes.

    Watching him gobble up food all of a sudden.??The speed of eating, Mo Xiaodie looked puzzled: "Honey, why are you eating so fast? Your stomach is not good, this is not good for digestion."

    "It's too late, my son only gave me fifteen minutes to eat, so I'll go upstairs first. Thank you for your hard work, my wife, go back to your room and wait for me."

    He hurriedly drank the last mouthful of porridge, wiped his mouth, kissed Mo Xiaodie on the cheek, and ran upstairs.

    Mo Xiaodie looked at his back with a sympathetic look on his face. It seemed that he needed to talk to Dabao sometime, so that he could treat his father well.

    Lu Chenxu knocked on the door and entered Mo Zizhong's room.

    Mo Zizhong was sitting at the computer desk waiting for him.

    "Dad, you're a minute late." As soon as he sat down on the chair, Mo Zizhong pointed to the time on the computer to give his father a blow.

    "Really? My watch shows just the right time."

    He can't be suppressed by his son all the time, and he still has to show some father's majesty when appropriate.

    Mo Zizhong did not continue arguing with him, but changed the subject: "Father, where did you go with Uncle Li tonight?"

    It seems that Li Mingcheng is really right, and he can't hide anything from his son.

    So, Lu Chenxu explained to his son what happened today in detail.

    After Mo Zizhong listened, his brows were slightly frowned, and a trace of sternness gradually appeared on his small face: "You mean someone wanted to use the car accident to kill Mommy?"

    Lu Chenxu nodded: "The person said that the person who bribed them was Hongwei, but I don't believe it. Your mother and Hongwei have nothing to do with each other, so it can't be hers."

    Mo Zizhong raised his head and glanced at him: "But the second uncle had a feud with his mother, and Ye Lanxi was kicked out of the Lu family because of his mother. Could it be the second uncle?"

    Lu Chenxu shook his head with certainty: "Impossible, even if your second uncle gets angry again, he will never kill your mother."

    "That's impossible to say!"

    "My brother, I know best, it's absolutely impossible."

    "Okay, then what do you want me to do for you?" Seeing his father's determined face, Mo Zizhong didn't want to have unnecessary arguments with him.

    "Can you help me find out the monitoring of Jinhua Lane around ten o'clock in the evening three days ago?"

    "What does Dad want to do?" Mo Zizhong raised his eyebrows.

    "I want to confirm whether that person is Hongwei."

    Mo Zizhong didn't say anything, but turned around and typed some codes on the keyboard quickly. Five minutes later, a dim video was displayed on the computer.

    I could only vaguely see a woman wearing a red tight skirt with a big black umbrella, no matter from any angle, I couldn't see the woman's face.  After talking to some punks, the woman got into a black sedan.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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