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The driver was just asking casually. After all, he was a person who did things, so he couldn't be too curious about the master's affairs.

When he returned to the house, he saw that the lights in the study were still on, and through the half-closed curtains, he seemed to be able to see a figure inside.

As soon as the door opened, the butler was standing at the door waiting for him, standing straight, with a trace of concern in his cloudy eyes, he went forward to take off Yu Minglang's schoolbag, and carried it in his arm: "It's cold outside, hurry up, young master!" Come in."

As he walked, he asked, "Is it because I haven't eaten yet? I left someone in the kitchen, keeping it warm."

He ordered others to bring the food, and it was placed at one end of the long table. The food was steaming and reflected in the light, giving it a warm feeling.

Yu Minglang sat down and paused with the hand holding the chopsticks. He raised his eyes and saw the chair opposite. Usually, Yu Zhengyan was sitting there. He thought for a while and asked a question he had wanted since he was a child. Question asked: "Why, the dining table at home is so long?"

The butler was taken aback by his question, then laughed, with creases in the corners of his eyes: "You asked me this question when I was a child."

Yu Minglang was at a loss: "Is there?"

The butler smiled and nodded, and he put the last dish in front of Yu Minglang: "The table has always been so long, counting from the old man's generation, it was a long time ago."

"There must be some rules at home."

He said this nonsensically, and nodded at Yu Minglang after finishing speaking: "I'll go down first, the young master will go to the study after eating, sir, I have something to see you."

The leather shoes "da da" disappeared around the corner. After the butler left, there was no sound in Nuo Da's place. Yu Minglang was well educated, so he didn't make a sound when he ate. A few servants stood behind him, facing each other. Expressionless, like a ghost, he ate a few mouthfuls, as if he couldn't eat, sighed, put down the chopsticks, pushed away the chair and stood up.

The door of the study room was ajar, and he saw Yu Zhengyan lowering his head to deal with official business. He wondered if it was because the company's affairs were too much work for him, and his face that didn't look old was full of tiredness.

The sound of pushing the door made him stop what he was doing, and turned his gaze to the door. Seeing that it was Yu Minglang, he put down the things in his hand: "I'm back."

Yu Minglang nodded, came in and closed the door behind his back. He sat on the sofa in the study, and Yu Zhengyan stepped aside from the table and sat next to him. The two faced each other, and Yu Zhengyan posed a comfortable pose , asked casually: "I heard that you are going to participate in a drama?"

Knowing that it was the housekeeper who told him, Yu Minglang was not surprised at all, and hummed lightly.

Yu Zhengyan smiled very relieved, even Yu Minglang didn't know why he laughed like this, it was just a trivial matter, there was nothing to be happy about.

He exhorted like an ordinary father: "Don't forget your homework."

Yu Zhengyan didn't talk about this topic, instead he changed the subject and told him, "I'm going to a business banquet with my father in two days."

There were some subtle changes in Yu Minglang's expression. He quickly tasted the words in his mind, and nodded with a normal expression to indicate that he understood, but his heart was very clear. This was the first time Yu Zhengyan took him To attend a banquet of this nature, Yu Zhengyan will take him to formally get involved in the business circle. He is the heir of the Yu family, and it's time.

Connections, he repeatedly chewed on the two words that the housekeeper said that night. He was thinking about how to turn his father's connections into his own.

Yu Zhengyan looked at his son's calm and well-behaved face, and there was some warning in his words: "What happened that night, I hope it won't happen again."

Yu Minglang pursed his lips: "I was ignorant that night and couldn't tell the difference."

Seeing him admitting his mistake, Yu Zhengyan let go of his heart that was hanging in the air. He didn't know where the premonition came from. He always felt that the rope that was holding his son in his hand was becoming more and more unstable. Seeing him In this way, he felt more at ease in his heart, and he kept admonishing himself to develop as he hoped, absolutely nothing could go wrong.

"Go to rest early." He rubbed the top of his son's head affectionately, "I still have some business to deal with."

The two stood up at the same time, Yu Minglang nodded at him: "You go ahead, I'm going back."

He could feel Yu Zhengyan's satisfaction, and his gradually relaxed vigilance towards him. He squeezed his palm, he was still that good son, a smile appeared on the corner of Yu Minglang's mouth, against his face, he looked innocent and harmless .

He found the old dictionary from the bottom of the box. His mother's photo was pasted on the inside of the bookcase. Because of the long time, the edges of the photo were slightly yellowed and curled up. The woman in the photo smiled calmly and had long hair. Like ink, scattered on the sides, the two of them are like carved out of the same mold, male and female, but Yu Minglang is not feminine, there is only a calmness between his brows, just like his father.

His fingers slowly stroked the woman's face: "You said, did I do the right thing?"

The wind blew through the curtains, like a response, he looked at it for a while, then closed the dictionary and stuffed it into the bottom of the box, he was fighting for it, not wanting to get it.

The pressure that Yu Zhengyan imposed on him made him breathless. The man almost pervertedly wanted to control everything about him, inserting himself into his life from all aspects. The two seemed ordinary, but he was under surveillance all the time. .

He let out a breath and fell on the bed. The phone on the bedside vibrated twice, and the screen lighted up slightly.

He reached out to grab it, and opened the screen with his finger. It was a text message from Wei Mo.

"Want to come out to play?"

Yu Minglang looked at the screen, the light hit his indifferent face, and after a few seconds, he replied.

"No, I've been busy recently."

If he keeps going out, Yu Zhengyan will definitely notice, he will check everyone around him, if he finds out that his son is gay, he chuckles and shakes his head.

The other party can be said to reply in seconds.

"Haha, I forgot that you are still a student with heavy studies."

There was a strong sense of ridicule, but he didn't care. He spun the phone twice and threw it on the bed. After a while, there were two buzzing sounds there again.

He took it over and took a look, it was still Wei Mo.

"Forgot to tell you."

"how?"

"After you left that day, someone came over and asked me for your contact information."

He tilted his head and watched for a while, then replied.

"Then did you give it?"

"No."

Another one popped up: "How could I give it to him? He looks like a gentle scum, how could I give your contact information to others casually."

Wei Mo knows how to measure his limits. It is a pleasant thing to associate with such a person, and he does not reject it.

That person is also strange, he only found his companion after he left, but he is also a little clever, if he was there, he would definitely not give it to him.

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Trying to be on the list, I have only been on the list now (laughing and crying), on the importance of hard work~ I feel sorry for the number of words, there are many things, I will try to be thick and long when I have time~

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