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Yu Minglang's ears seemed to be covered with oil. He didn't hear a word of what Yu Zhengyan said next, but only felt the buzzing sound, which made his ears hurt.

The giant cake was pushed up and placed on the trolley, almost as tall as him. The white cream was bright and psychedelic under the lights.

Yu Zhengyan handed him the cold silver knife, and he put the microphone to his mouth, his words were extremely gentle: "Mingming, come here."

Yu Minglang took the knife and smiled, "Thank you, Dad."

He picked up the knife, but before he dropped it, he saw Yu Zhengyan lowered his head slightly, and was very close to him, leaning against his ear, as if whispering, but the microphone in his hand was placed near his mouth, his tone was soft, The words spoken were enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

He said: "Mingming, I said before that on your day, I will grant you a wish."

With a smile, he withdrew the microphone slightly, and said in a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Minglang, Dad always knew what you wanted, but you are Dad's son."

Yu Minglang held the knife, but did not move. He held the handle of the knife very hard, and his fingertips were white.

Yu Zhengyan straightened up, his eyes scanned the people holding the wine glasses below, and paused for a few seconds: "I am here, and I promise my son Yu Minglang that in the not-too-distant future, I will make the Yu family a big brother." The property is all entrusted to him, he will be the sole heir of the Yu family, and no one can replace him."

After he finished speaking, he raised his wine glass, made a toast gesture to everyone, and drank it in one gulp.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand to embrace Yu Minglang: "Minglang, do you like this gift?"

In front of all those in power, Yu Zhengyan handed over the Yu family to Yu Minglang in a certain way, announcing that from now on, he, Yu Minglang, would be the prince of the Yu family and no one could replace him.

The people below were silent for a few seconds. It was unknown who was taking the lead, but congratulations sounded one after another, breaking the silence.

Yu Zhengyan passed the knife in his hand forward and hit the butter: "Minglang, cut it."

He approached Yu Minglang's ear: "Just be obedient and don't do any tricks under Dad's nose."

"The recent stock market is very turbulent. You are a child and your family can't handle it."

Yu Minglang tilted his hand and cut it crookedly. A cherry on top rolled to the ground and landed at his feet. With his eyes lowered, Yu Minglang took the handkerchief from the side and wiped it off under his palm. of cream.

His movements were slow and unhurried: "Father, ask other people to cut it, my hands and feet are too clumsy."

Yu Zhengyan looked at his son's side face, the expression in his eyes flickered, suddenly a person came up, he clung to Yu Zhengyan's ear, and said something, Yu Zhengyan frowned, and after the person finished speaking, , standing on the side in a regular manner.

Yu Zhengyan patted Yu Minglang on the shoulder, and said to him: "Then let someone else come. Dad still has some things to deal with. Come and find you later."

After he finished speaking, Yu Minglang dropped the knife in his hand on the tray beside him as the man left. His action was not gentle. The people below looked puzzled, watching the father and son leave one by one.

He walked down, the housekeeper was there, he was in no mood to deal with those entertainments now, didn't Yu Zhengyan say he would be back later?He is not yet the head of the Yu family, it is better to leave these matters to Dad, he sneered.

The butler moved a little, blocking his way: "Where are you going, young master?"

Yu Minglang tugged on his tie and breathed a sigh of relief: "Go to the toilet."

The butler glanced at him, with the calmness unique to his age, he turned slightly and lowered his eyebrows: "Then come back quickly, the young master, there is no master here."

He added another sentence: "Young Patriarch."

This is a title that only appeared in TV dramas in the 80s and [-]s. This old man, Yu Minglang frowned, feeling a little disgusted with this title.

The guests were all inside the house, and the garden of the Yu family was empty. Yu Minglang was sitting next to the water fountain. He took off his coat and threw it on the frosted tiles. The splash of water splashed on his sleeves, and the dense bushes blocked him tightly.

He sat there blankly, thinking about what Yu Zhengyan said in his head, he just felt that his father's move was really good, and his son who was about to break free was firmly tied to his side again.

His ears moved suddenly, and a rustling sound not far away interrupted his thoughts.

"Sining, you are so reckless!"

"Am I reckless? Where am I?!"

"you you!"

The two were arguing, one of them had a familiar voice, and the other suppressed his anger, his throat roaring like a young animal.

"Sining, come with me!"

The man's voice was a little choked: "Qisen, I don't want to leave, I don't want to."

Yu Minglang paused, he stood up, walked behind the bushes, the flaming branches just blocked his face, through the mottled gap, he saw not far away, the two pulled, their backs turned to his. The boy was wearing a gray sweater and black sweatpants, and it was Qi Sen who was facing him.

Qi Sen frowned, and he grabbed the boy's arm with his hand, as if begging: "Let's go, Si Ning, let's go."

The boy named Si Ning grabbed Qi Sen's hand with his backhand: "I came here specially to see him."

Qi Sen was silent for a while: "Didn't you see it?"

The boy was about the same height as Qi Sen, with a slender figure, and his arms were covered with a thin layer of muscle, which gave him a sense of beauty from behind, but he put his hands on Qi Sen's shoulders, and suddenly burst into tears, A boy in his [-]s was crying like a child.

Yu Minglang's expression was hidden in the night, and he vaguely heard Si Ning crying: "I... I'm not reconciled!"

Qi Sen was silent for a while, and put his hand on Si Ning's: "You shouldn't, you're here now."

"Let's go quickly."

He took Si Ning's arm and walked for a while, but he was stunned again. The garden barriers behind Yu's house were messy, and he might have lost his way. Yu Minglang smiled, picked up his coat, and walked around the bushes out.

Standing not far from them, he said to them, "I can take you out."

Qi Sen turned his head and saw a boy in a snow-white shirt standing not far away, smiling at him, no one who saw this face once would forget it, his pupils moved: "Aren't you... ..."

Yu Minglang walked towards them, Sining heard footsteps, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes in a bit of embarrassment, but his eyes were still red, and when he approached Yu Minglang, he realized that this young man named Sining was exactly the same as Qi Sen on weekdays. The NO.14 that hooks the shoulders.

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