yellow sorghum

Yu Minglang put down his phone and suddenly felt a little heat on his face. Only by constantly showing weakness can Yu Zhengyan trust him even more.

"Master, come down to eat."

The butler knocked on the door, interrupting his thoughts. He took off his feet and put on his slippers.

Yu Minglang, 17 years old, less than a week away, is about to enter adulthood. His father once said that on that day, he would grant him a wish. Holding his cotton slacks, he thought to himself, It doesn't matter what he wants, but Yu Zhengyan will never go back on what he said.

The butler pulled out the chair of the dining table for him. It was the seat where he often sat. When he was a child, he always felt that the marble table was very long, as if it had no end in sight. Now it seemed that it was not as long as he thought.

The aunt pushed the dining car over, and the small wheels made a slight noise.

The butler supported the dining car and asked the aunt to go back. Except for the sound of the wheels of the dining car rolling, there was no movement. Yu Minglang sat there quietly, calm and elegant. The butler served him some simple dishes. After a dish of soup, he brought the last bowl of soup in front of him, steaming: "This is the Arhat soup specially made for you. You liked it very much when you were young."

Yu Minglang picked up the spoon and scooped up a small spoonful. The fragrant soup was still steaming, and there was a small piece of lotus root dangling in the spoon. Yu Minglang took a sip and nodded: "It still tastes the same."

The butler held his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, making the creases at the corners of the eyes deeper.

"Look, how nice it is at home."

Yu Minglang took another spoonful: "Yes."

The housekeeper was very relieved, and said to him: "I feel that the young master has matured a lot."

Yu Minglang raised his head and smiled at him, his facial features were profound: "I'll ask my father to come home tomorrow night."

The butler was slightly taken aback when he heard this. The relationship between the father and son of the Yu family has always been on thin ice, and he has noticed it for so many years.

"Is it about the accommodation?"

Yu Minglang shook his head: "No, I just want Dad to come back. I haven't seen him for several days."

The young man lowered his head slightly while eating, took a few mouthfuls and put down his chopsticks: "I'm done."

The butler looked at the dishes that hadn't been touched much, and persuaded him, "Don't eat any more?"

He stood up: "No, I still have some homework to do. If I'm not very hungry, I won't eat."

Yu Minglang pushed the chair away and made a "creak" sound on the floor. The butler watched him go up to the second floor. After three years of training in Melbourne, he couldn't understand this child more and more. I hope nothing happened.

He always felt that this little wolf cub showed Senhan's sharp claws where his father couldn't see.

In other families like this, father and son brothers would always kill each other, but that was because there were so many heirs in the family, and those children would do anything to seize power, but he was the only child in the Yu family, and Yu Minglang had no reason to do such a thing. For some reason, the butler smelled such a smell. He tore off the white gloves on his hands, looked at the amputated finger on his hands, and took a long breath. He didn't know what Yu Minglang would do in the end, but this child would never Simple, he brings people up with one hand, and he knows the temperament of young people best.He is loyal to Yu Zhengyan, and Yu Minglang, the master's son, must be guarded against.

After Yu Minglang went upstairs, he locked the door from the inside. The computer on the desk was still flashing. In standby mode, he moved the mouse, and the screen lit up. The black and red light shone on his face. Yu Minglang Supporting his chin with both hands, he stared at the screen. The red line on it was walking in disorder, like a small mountain. That was the latest stock market situation. He was browsing the stock market of a newly listed game company.

After reading it for a long time, he rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, and closed the web page. There was a total of 10 yuan in his account, which he had privately stored on another card. Yu Zhengyan didn't know about it. His son's financial discipline is not strict, but he will still check the accounts at any time. He will know every consumption on the card Yu Zhengyan gave him. His son can spend his money as he pleases, but he needs to know where the money is spent.

Of the 10 yuan, Yu Minglang took 5 yuan and threw it into the stock market, but... he almost lost everything.

As soon as he put himself on the bed, the phone rang suddenly, causing his head to hurt from the noise. He didn't even look at the caller ID, so he swiped his finger across the answer button and placed it next to his ear.

"Hey?"

His voice was a little tired, his eyes were closed, and his face looked tired.

He heard the sound of breathing over there, mixed with the sound of electric current, but the other party did not speak. The phone was put on for a few seconds before Yu Minglang picked it up and took a look. Such a call came from abroad, and he felt strange in his heart, could it be from Melbourne?But this is his new mobile phone number, except for the housekeeper and Yu Zhengyan, almost no one knows it.

He replied again, this time hello.

"Yu, is that you?"

Yu Minglang's fingers froze, and his face suddenly became ugly. Even on the phone, he could hear that voice across the ocean. How could he forget Liam's voice!

He picked up the phone, with a bad expression on his face, Liam seemed to know his next move, and suddenly yelled, even if the hands-free was not turned on, it was very noisy.

His voice was slightly flustered: "Yu, wait! Don't hang up!"

Yu Minglang was silent for a while, as if after a strong psychological struggle, he put the phone next to his ear again.

Liam was very happy when he saw that the phone didn't hang up, and chattered: "Yu, is it really you? Oh, my God, is it really you? I'm so happy, my God!"

Yu Minglang's face was full of black lines, listening to him talking indiscriminately there, the general meaning is that this phone is really yours, I'm really happy...

"My God..."

Just when Liam was about to sigh again, Yu Minglang finally interrupted the idiot: "Where did you get my phone number from?"

He rolled his eyes speechlessly at Liam's voice.

Liam didn't speak, the two sides of the phone were silent, only the sound of the other party's breathing could be heard, Yu Minglang suddenly warned sharply: "I don't care what channel you got my number from, in short, don't call again in the future."

Liam was silent for a while: "But, you are my friend..."

Yu Minglang held the phone firmly with his hand, and he could vaguely see his joints glowing white under the light.

He breathed out: "Stop hitting."

This sentence is three points stern and seven points helpless. When Liam said the word "friend", he was indeed shaken. Everything about Liam was a good candidate for the friend he needed, but what happened one after another made it difficult for him. It was beyond his expectations. He was cautious in everything, and unexpected things were not allowed to happen again.