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"what?"

Yu Minglang's expression froze slightly, this voice of doubt was indeed from the heart, what are you waiting for?Where did this girl come from.

Seeing his shocked expression, the girl's expression changed immediately, her face turned a little pale, her lips squirmed twice, and she slowly let go of Yu Minglang's sleeve. He hadn't had much contact with girls before. Back then, most of those girls had bold personalities, like this, he had never met them before.

Subconsciously, he picked up that hand and slightly rubbed the cuff touched by the girl, but such tiny details fell into the girl's eyes.

"I said it in that letter..." She didn't know what to say for a while, she was a little anxious, she stomped her foot slightly, her face was red and white, and she spoke incoherently, "It's, it's that letter, that letter written on it!"

Yu Minglang suddenly remembered that the letter entrusting the girl's yearning was perfectly placed in his schoolbag, at the bottom of the book.

For a moment, he didn't know how to explain, how to tell her, he never opened it at all.

He looked at his phone, and the butler sent another message: "That classmate, I'm in a hurry and I have to leave. Let's talk next time."

The obvious refusal, after he finished speaking, he wanted to leave, Yu Minglang thought, covering it up in such a vague way not only saved her face, but also tactfully rejected her kindness, it was a good way to achieve both.

He smiled apologetically, put the phone back in his pocket, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, this girl who looked weak and quiet grabbed his arm, her eyes that were slightly glistening with tears were wide open, her face was flushed, and she looked desperate: "Student Yu, you really don't like me?"

Yu Minglang was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that this girl would be so bold, he looked around immediately, but luckily no one was paying attention to their position, he carefully pulled his hands out, and laughed dryly: "Student, what is this?" It's school."

After hearing this, the girl seemed even more excited. She tugged on Yu Minglang's sleeve and refused to let go, tears seemed to flow down her eyes: "But, Classmate Yu, I like you."

Yu Minglang frowned upon hearing this, what does she mean?She likes herself, so she has to respond?

Originally, he wanted to be more tactful, because he was concerned that this was a girl, but at this moment, he sneered in his heart, and shook off the girl's hand without showing any mercy. In her heart, she has always been the image of a polite and courteous son, gentle and elegant, with a kind of demeanor in every frown and smile. She never expected that she would be treated so roughly by the Prince Charming in her heart.

Yu Minglang's eyes were slightly cold. He looked at the girl's eyes with more and more tears, and said a few words: "Who do you think you are?"

Turning around and leaving without mercy, intermittent sobbing came from behind.

He looked up, but saw Qi Sen standing under a tree a few steps away from him, wearing the No. [-] jersey he had in Melbourne that day, holding a basketball, looking at a loss. When he saw Yu Minglang's face, his eyebrows moved, like It was the student who recognized him as the student who collided with him that day.

When Yu Minglang saw Qi Sen, he was also taken aback for a moment, his footsteps stopped, and he stood there, looking straight at Qi Sen with pure black pupils.

The eyes of the two collided, and the air became inexplicably awkward. Qi Sen scratched his head, neither staying nor leaving for a while.

Qi Sen saw the young man standing not far away looking at him, there seemed to be a lot of emotions in his dark eyes, which flashed past him, and he seemed to sigh, took a last look at himself, turned and left, his back was lonely .

Qi Sen opened his mouth, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, Yu Minglang's porcelain-white profile flashed across his mind, his nose was straight and three-dimensional, his eye sockets were deep, and the dark eyes seemed to contain many unspeakable secrets.

Yu Minglang's birthday was on the 29th, and his birthday party was held at his house at home. As early as four or five o'clock in the afternoon, a long motorcade lined up from the foot of the mountain to the gate of the house.

He was sitting by the window, the hanging creepers blocked his view, so Yu Minglang could only lift up the plants with his hands and look down. The car drove in from the corner and stopped at the door. It was grand, walked into the main house of Yu's family, most of the people who could attend this banquet were important shareholders of the company, or friends in business of Yu Zhengyan, and he would introduce Yu Minglang to them tonight.

Yu Minglang was dressed in a dark blue suit, casual yet dignified, with crosses crossed, the butler pushed the door in and stood at the door. He looked sideways: "Is it time?"

The butler said, "Sir, let you go down first."

He stood up and straightened his clothes: "Okay, I'll go down right away."

The housekeeper closed the door again. When he passed by the sofa, the mobile phone placed on it suddenly vibrated twice, and the screen flickered. Yu Minglang didn't pay much attention to it. He opened the door and walked out.

The phone flickered again, and two messages popped up.

"Hi."

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"surprise!"

Yu Minglang walked down the handrail, Yu Zhengyan was standing at the stairs, he was holding red wine in one hand, leaning his arms on the stairs, very chic, standing in front of him was a man in a suit and leather shoes, about 30 years old, wearing The gold-rimmed spectacle frames are elegant and graceful, and the two chat and laugh happily.

He called out, "Dad."

Yu Zhengyan looked back, with a smile on his face, and some wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

The man also looked at him, and Yu Zhengyan introduced him, "Mr. Hua, this is a dog."

The man narrowed his eyes, and his gold-rimmed glasses seemed to flicker, and he smiled: "Oh, so this is Mr. Ling, he is really a good-looking talent, and his temperament is very much like Mr. Yu's!"

Yu Minglang stood beside Yu Zhengyan, with a faint smile on his face, and Yu Zhengyan said to him, "Uncle Hua."

Yu Minglang: "Uncle Hua."

Yu Zhengyan dragged him back and forth in the hall. Those people were wearing suits and leather shoes with smiles on their faces. Everyone who saw him sighed, "Young Master Ling is really a good-looking talent."

The toasts were mixed, and the flickering crystal lamps illuminated everyone's smiling faces.

In the end, the banquet reached its climax. Yu Zhengyan pulled Yu Minglang to stand on the temporary stage, with the microphone in his hand, and Yu Minglang, who had just finished his job, stood beside him.

A smile appeared on Yu Zhengyan's face, and a mellow voice came out from the microphone: "Thank you for coming today."

He bent over gentlemanly, showing his mature charm.

His eyes looked at Yu Minglang, with the love from his father in his deep eyes: "Today is Quanziman's day. For the past 18 years, every second he has been by my side is a gift from God."

Hitting Yu Minglang's ears word by word, his eyes lowered slightly, and he didn't know what to think of.

The author has something to say:

Xiaogong will come out tomorrow hahaha

breakthrough scene