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He glanced at the flickering screen that read "Father."

Yu Minglang thanked his aunt, put the phone to his ear, held a glass of frozen milk in his hand, and just passed the glass to his mouth.

A voice came from over there: "Qingming."

There was a phone call between the father and son, and he could still feel that Yu Zhengyan's tone was a little different from usual.

He took a sip of the iced milk, and the milk stain remained at the corner of his mouth, circling around his mouth, and he promised, "Yes, Dad."

As usual, Yu Zhengyan asked him, "How have you been recently?"

Yu Minglang entered the room with the glass in hand, and the hand holding the glass closed the door with his index finger: "It's been good."

Then there was a moment of silence, and there was a slight "knock", "knock" sound from the microphone. Yu Minglang knew that his father was tapping his fingers on the table at this moment, and every time he made this action, he was thinking Things, Yu Minglang thought, he has something to ask himself.

Sure enough, he heard Yu Zhengyan ask him: "Have you entered the bar?"

The corner of Yu Minglang's mouth curled into a smile, which was seen by his father's people. Indeed, how could such a man allow his son to live alone in a foreign country? As early as Yu Minglang's first month here, he Knowing that Yu Zhengyan sent someone to follow him.

That was when he first arrived in Melbourne. When he saw the people sent by Yu Zhengyan, his face was being pressed against the wall by a tall black man. He was groping around, the most common robbery abroad happened to him, a thin looking Asian boy, he was only 16 years old at that time, indeed thin and weak.

If he remembers correctly, there are two people following him, two tall Caucasian men, placed on the border of Australia, very common, they are good at disguising and following, in this month, Yu Minglang has never found out Anything strange, until the black man was knocked to the ground.

One of them spoke blunt Chinese and said to him, "Master."

With just two words, he understood everything. It was the person Yu Zhengyan sent to protect him. It was originally the most common love a father has for his son, but when placed on Yu Minglang, this child who lacked affection since childhood On his body, he felt that what happened was particularly glaring. He glanced at his fist, which was thin and fragile, and felt ridiculous and mocking for a moment.

"You are good."

He walked around the two of them calmly, but said this sentence when he turned sideways.

Later...he was able to beat Liam to death.

Yu Zhengyan's order to the two of them was very simple, protect myson.

There is only such a sentence, what the employer means is that the distance cannot be overstepped, and they will not stop Yu Minglang from doing anything. Yu Zhengyan believes that his son should have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and he also believes that his son is not a golden thread in a cage. Bird, he will be a blood-drinking wolf in the future.

Yu Minglang put the milk cup on the table, and when the cup collided with the marble surface, there was a crisp "snap", he hummed calmly, he did enter the bar.

Yu Zhengyan: "You are not yet of age."

He hoped that Yu Minglang could keep his bottom line and not be like a bunch of dudes.

Yu Minglang: "Yes."

His son's non-painful answer, in his mind, seemed like a rebellious performance of a teenager in his youth, but he knew his son well and knew that he had his own way of doing things, so he asked patiently: "Tell me , why did you go in?"

Yu Minglang replied, "I also have my own social circle."

Yu Zhengyan weighed this sentence over and over again, but as a father, he really didn't approve of his son going in and out of that kind of place to make friends: "I hope you can think clearly before doing things, and don't lose more than you gain. I'm very happy that you can make friends." To a friend, but you should think about whether it is worth paying some price for this matter?"

Yu Minglang smiled, and the laughter came through the microphone, and there was a little electric voice: "It's worth it, Dad, I think it's worth it."

"The person who invited me is called Liam, and his full name is Liam Aron."

Yu Zhengyan made a breathy sound, signaling him to continue talking.

"You may not have heard of him, but you must have heard of his cousin Lucas Aron, and his father Lachlan Aron."

Yu Zheng chewed on the surname: "Aron..."

"This person is my classmate, and also the most powerful... dandy in my age family."

"His father is a well-known official in the political world, and has close ties with the trade unions. Their family's relationship is complicated and has infiltrated the Federation. Although Lachlan is only a small branch of Aron, it should not be underestimated. I am not in the business of political parties. I understand very well, but his cousin father must be no stranger, Lucas, a rising star in the Australian business world today, I heard that father seems to often go to New South Wales for a while, isn't it just for a business with Lucas company? ? Such a person with a prominent and complicated family background, do you think it is worth it?"

To make such a friend, so what if it's just a trip to a bar?

"That bar is owned by his cousin."

So he can go in unimpeded.

"But," Yu Zhengyan's voice became serious, "that child's behavior is not as good as I thought."

Yu Minglang: "Father, you who have been in shopping malls for many years should be familiar with the conduct of those people."

He hinted, as if talking back to his father, how clean would a business world be, a seemingly white tank?Yu Zhengyan pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches: "You don't have to do this, just finish your studies now."

He didn't think too much about it. This young man who was not yet full had complicated thoughts, which surprised him, but Yu Minglang said: "Dad, don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion. I will always make some friends that I can use in the future." people."

Yu Zhengyan didn't know how to answer. Yu Minglang was right. These friends were indeed very important in his future environment, but he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and when he asked again, there was a hint of warning :"no more chance."

Yu Minglang: "Yes."

This conversation was not pleasant, and the phone call ended without saying a few words at the end. Looking at the screen for five minutes and 20 seconds, Yu Minglang felt that it was too long.

He hung up the phone and sat by the bed. He must have drunk too much alcohol. At this moment, he felt a little bit of a headache. There was a "ding dong" in his ear, which was a text message.

He picked it up and took a look, the cold light hit his face, just a glance, Yu Minglang showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was, but the next second the phone was thrown on the carpet roughly On, bounced twice, and it was firmly lit.

The shiny screen reads, from Liam:

Five minutes.

There is also a picture attached to it. There is a puddle of white liquid on the gray toilet cubicle.

The author has something to say:

emmmmmmm that kind of home, nonsense, the plot needs it.