yellow sorghum

"There is an old saying in China, do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

He sneered: "You don't understand even if you tell me."

"but..."

"Beep, beep..."

Yu Minglang hung up the phone, and with a swipe of his finger, he was added to the blacklist.

With Liam behind him in a blink of an eye, he now has to deal with his deadlocked relationship with his father.

Yu Zhengyan returned home the next day, and he turned down the social engagements that day. Wang Xiping watched him put down the documents early, and asked with a smile, "Boss is in a good mood today?"

Yu Zhengyan looked at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows and fastened his tie. His eyes were slightly wrinkled, and he had the charm of a mature man. Wang Xiping was amazed when he saw it. Yu Zhengyan said, "Minglang told me to go back to eat."

Wang Xiping: "Young master is more sensible."

Yu Zhengyan smiled: "He has always been sensible, but it's just that his mother left too early, and he kept everything in his heart."

He turned to look at Wang Xiping: "When Minglang was still young, Gu Ji told me to find a mother for the child, but I refused. Although I don't love Sujuan, that seat has always been available. It is reserved for her, and she can only be alone, whether alive or dead. Before the old man was alive, I also promised him that I would not let any woman except Sujuan enter the gate of Yu's house. I worry too much, I have thought about everything, but I have never thought about Mingming, tell me, am I doing the right thing?"

Wang Xiping's expression didn't change much. Behind the thin glasses, there was a comfortable expression: "The boss has his own worries, and everything can't be both. Now, the young master takes the initiative to get close to you. It's not the best." ?"

He looked at his own reflection on the glass: "That's right, the past is in the past. Does it mean that Mingming has begun to understand me?"

Yu Zhengyan's office is on the [-]th floor. Looking down from the top, the traffic is busy, like ants.

This is the empire he has worked so hard for, and in the future, it will be handed over to Yu Minglang, his son.

Wang Xiping thought of something, and suddenly asked: "Is it really good for the young master to go to that school?"

"what happened?"

"This······"

He suddenly interrupted Wang Xiping: "I know your scruples."

He pondered for a while: "No, it's only a year. You know, this school is the best choice."

He grabbed the coat on the side and put it on: "Get off work, I'll go back first."

Wang Xiping leaned slightly towards him: "The driver is waiting for you downstairs."

"Thanks for your hard work."

He stood in the elevator, thinking about Wang Xiping's words, was he worried?He has thought about it, but he knows his son, and the two will not have any intersection.

He asked the driver to drive the car in through the main entrance and drove towards the garage. Yu Minglang was standing on the lawn with his bare feet and a water pipe in his hand. The dripping water came out of the pipe, splashing mud on his rolled-up trousers Above, Yu Zhengyan looked at his thin body from the car window, and his ankles were even more white and slender against the mud.

He called out: "Qingming."

The young man turned his head, and the black and soft hair was pressed against his cheek. Although the sun was setting, the autumn tiger was still scorching hot. Sweat soaked his hair and flowed through his eyes, forcing him to squint. This appearance, very much like plain silk, Yu Zhengyan opened his mouth, a little stunned.

Seeing him coming, Yu Minglang had a smile on his face, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, like an indifferent nobleman in a European manor.

Yu Zhengyan knocked on the seat: "Stop."

He pushed open the car door and walked into the mud, not caring at all that his priceless leather shoes were wet with mud, Yu Minglang stood under the setting sun, watching Yu Zhengyan walking towards him step by step.

He took the plastic water pipe from Yu Minglang's hand and held it in his hand: "Dad, come."

The gardener in the garden leaned on a broom for weeding, and watched in horror as the owner and the young master were holding the water pipe covered in mud. He was about to step forward when the housekeeper came out from nowhere and put his hand on the gardener's shoulder: "You don't have to. go."

The gardener looked at the butler with a slight frost on his temples, and swallowed: "Okay, okay."

Yu Zhengyan looked at his son, but Yu Minglang's gaze was on the water column.

"Why are you outside?"

The corners of Yu Minglang's mouth curled up: "Seeing that the sunset outside is beautiful, I wanted to go out for a walk and wait for you to come back by the way."

Yu Zhengyan threw the pipe on the ground and took Yu Minglang's hand: "Let's go in and eat."

He didn't feel the slight stiffness in the palm of his hand at all, just for a few seconds, Yu Minglang turned to hold his hand: "Let's go, everything is ready in the kitchen."

"What are you preparing?"

He tilted his head and counted with his fingers: "Your favorite steamed fish, and steak... and some more."

The two sat at both ends of the dining table, the chandelier above their heads was shining with multicolored lights, Yu Minglang sat at the other end, with a smile in his eyes, watching Yu Zhengyan fasten the napkin, but there was no smile in his eyes, the butler put the two of them together. The dishes among the people were laid out, and they stood quietly beside them.

Yu Zhengyan's appetite was very good, and he ate a little more than usual. In the end, the two of them finished eating. When the dishes were removed, Yu Minglang suddenly said, "Dad, wait a minute."

He stood up, nodded to the butler, and walked towards Yu Zhengyan. The butler pushed the dining cart and followed behind him.

Yu Zhengyan looked at him for a while, not knowing what he was going to do, but he took a plate from the back of the dining car and put it in front of Yu Zhengyan.

Yu Zhengyan raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"

Yu Minglang placed his hand on the curved stainless steel lid carelessly: "I personally made dessert for you."

After he finished speaking, he slowly opened the lid, and there was a small piece of pastry inside, covered with a thin layer of yellow jam, poured with chocolate beans, and placed a red cherry.

This is the first time for Yu Minglang to cook for Yu Zhengyan. He was flattered for a moment after eating all kinds of delicacies, and he was even a little glad that he made the decision to take him back to China. The father and son have not been so harmonious for a long time up.

His joy was on his face, and he even said to him when he picked up the spoon: "Dad is very happy that you can do this for me."

He took a sip and fed it into his mouth, it was sweet and soft.

"Your birthday is next week."

He suddenly mentioned it, and Yu Minglang nodded: "Yeah."

He put down the spoon and wiped his mouth: "Yes."

Yu Minglang nodded again, and he asked again: "How do you want to live?"

Yu Minglang obediently looked at the remaining residue: "All according to father."

Yu Zhengyan nodded in satisfaction, and he took off the napkin around his neck: "I want to hold a reception and introduce you to those shareholders."

Yu Minglang's expression faltered for a moment, his eyebrows drooped, and the light cast a shadow on his eyelashes: "Okay."

Yu Zhengyan nodded: "That's it, I'll ask someone to arrange it."

He stood up, patted Yu Minglang on the shoulder, and walked away from him. Yu Zhengyan was going to hold a reception for him. Yu Minglang was thinking in his heart that he had never appeared in the eyes of the world before. The next time Yu Zhengyan will introduce him to those old men, that is to announce to outsiders that the power of his Yu family will be transferred to his son little by little.

His day will be a power handover ceremony.

Yu Minglang licked his lips and ordered: "Uncle Gu, please ask someone to clean it up."

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