Jealousy.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jun Ye heard it and stretched out a hand in front of his brother, meaning, "Let me scratch it for you, so you won't be jealous anymore."
Lu Huan's face turned red and then green, caught in an awkward situation.
And Mrs. Lu was almost dropping her jaw: It was rare for the elder son to crack a joke.
Yue Yaya, who turned her head at the noise, saw this scene and couldn't help but break into a smile for a moment.
The most moved was Jun Ye, who through the car's front mirror saw his mother, brother, and sister behind him. His usually icy brows were like touched by a burst of spring breeze, pleasantly relaxing: Such a harmonious family scene was something he had longed for who knows how long.
Safe journey back to Beijing. Upon arriving at the airport, they had Secretary Liu take everyone home.
Jun Ye needed to hurry to his unit.
"Lu Jun, what would you like to eat tonight?" Mrs. Lu caught up with her elder son to ask.
