My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Lu Zijia's frank reaction was completely beyond the Song family's expectations, and they couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Miss Lu Er, you don't know, this son of mine usually makes a fool of himself, what jokes he told you, please don't take it seriously.

Today, Miss Lu Er is a rare guest at our Song family. After lunch, will you leave?

Of course, if Miss Lu Er is busy, I will never force it. "

Fang Yueqiu, who had packed up her emotions, came over and said politely to Lu Zijia with a slight smile.

Fang Yueqiu's words were as nice as Song Zhuohai's, but they repeatedly reminded Lu Zijia not to take Song Zixuan's words seriously.

Obviously, it was to make her forget what Song Zixuan said.

And the words behind her, as long as a smart person can hear, she is euphemistically seeing off guests.

When these little tricks were in the comprehension world, Lu Zijia had seen a lot of them, and naturally understood the hidden meaning of their words, but did not intend to expose them.

"Mrs. Song is very polite. Young Master Song's words are consistent. I will naturally remember and take it seriously."

Lu Zijia replied nonchalantly as if he didn't hear their surprise.

Just kidding, Song Zixuan had promised her five million for a shot before, so she took it seriously!

If Song Zixuan dared to lie to her, she would give him a bad luck charm, and let him go out every day to step on dog shit, drive a flat tire, and eat half to death!

"As for eating, you don't have to."

After she helped them deal with this matter, the Song family would not be in the mood to eat anymore.

In order not to starve, she must have slipped away first.

Fang Yueqiu, "..."

Song Zixuan, "..."

Was this woman really incapable of hearing what his mother was saying, or was she acting stupid on purpose?

Otherwise, if the answer, why does it make people feel particularly embarrassed?

As if unaware of the strange gaze of the Song family, Lu Zijia raised her hand to check the time on her watch.

"It's been twenty minutes since I got here, can we start?"

Lu Zijia turned to Song Zixuan, obviously not wanting to deal with Song Zhuohai and others.

"Can."

Song Zixuan didn't want to explain more, just nodded in agreement.

Because he knew that if he didn't let his family see Lu Zijia's ability with their own eyes, no matter how much time he took to explain, they wouldn't believe it.

That being the case, why not let them witness it with their own eyes?

"Zixuan."

Although Song Zhuohai didn't know what riddles they were playing, his prejudice against Lu Zijia remained undiminished.

If it wasn't for his son's face, he would have asked Lu Zijia to go out.

"Dad, take it as my willfulness!"

Song Zixuan took a deep look at his father, then got up and quickly followed Lu Zijia.

Looking at the backs of the two, the three elders of the Song family all frowned at different levels.

"I think they get along well. It's rare for Zixuan to invite people to play at home, so let him go." Old Man Song said.

Song Laozi has spoken, Song Zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu will naturally not object.

However, he couldn't help but glanced at Lu Zijia and Song Zixuan.

Lu Zijia didn't walk very far, but stopped not far from the stairs.

"Why, you also know how to appreciate paintings?"

Seeing Lu Zijia staring at the huge oil painting on the wall, Song Zixuan's face was smug, and his tone didn't seem to believe that Lu Zijia knew how to appreciate paintings.