yellow sorghum

His home is a private house, and taxis can't get in. The driver of the family has been waiting at the foot of the mountain early, and the bright yellow headlights are dazzling.

"The little brother who was with you just now gave me the money, and this is your change."

Yu Minglang looked at the messy pile of coins in the hands of the uncle driver, and subconsciously wanted to refuse. This amount of money was nothing to him, and it was too troublesome to keep it on his body on weekdays. At the edge of his mouth, Qi Sen's smile flashed in his mind, and he swallowed the words at last, reaching out his hand to take over the scattered dozens of dollars.

"Thank you."

My own driver got out of the car and opened the door for him very competently. The taxi driver probably knew this place. Seeing this battle, he couldn't help but babbled, feeling a little bit in his heart, a rich man.

Someone came to the house, and when he got out of the car, he saw a black car parked in the open space in the front yard.

"Is anyone here?"

The driver replied: "Yes, I came in the afternoon and stayed until now."

He lowered his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes a few times, and then turned to the living room window with warm orange lights. Yu Zhengyan had never received guests alone at home, anyway, he had been like this since he could remember. Now it seems that Yu Zhengyan not only entertained guests There are guests, and someone is staying for dinner. It seems that they are very important guests.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, he heard the sound of talking and laughing from inside, which was hidden in the living room and spread to the door.

The housekeeper happened to pass by the front door, and when he saw him, his footsteps paused: "The young master is back."

He hummed and prepared to go upstairs.

But the housekeeper stopped him, glanced left and right, and said with a bit of blame in his tone: "Where are the people waiting for the young master?"

After he finished speaking, he smiled kindly again: "Fortunately, I met him, sir, let the young master go to the living room."

Yu Minglang frowned: "Isn't Dad entertaining guests?"

The butler smiled and nodded: "Yes, so let the young master pass."

The butler smiled peacefully, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes: "Master, go quickly."

He felt a little strange, who was this guest? Not only did Yu Zhengyan make an exception, but he had to meet him himself. He obeyed his father's wishes and went to the living room. Yu Zhengyan was sitting on the sofa with a sketch in his hand. Jinsi's teacup was talking about something, with a smile on his face, he saw Yu Minglang, and stretched out his hand to beckon him: "Minglang, come here."

There were still two people sitting on the sofa, a man and a woman, and they were also looking at him at this time.

The man is a bit older, in his 60s, but he doesn't look old, he is very energetic, his face is stiff and wrinkled, he wears a black suit, no tie, and his hair is neatly combed with a little silver in it. It looks normal, but it's hard to hide the temperament on his body. It's as majestic as Yu Zhengyan, but a little more ruthless than Yu Zhengyan. It's like a saber that has been tempered with blood. In comparison, it seems to be so gentle.

Contrary to him, the girl sitting next to him looks about the same age as Yu Minglang, delicate and boneless, her hair hangs lazily on her shoulders with slight curls, her porcelain-white side face is small and pretty, like a delicate flower. The soft rose petals look like they were spoiled and raised in the palm of the hand.

His appearance undoubtedly attracted the attention of the three of them. When the girl saw him, her smart eyes flickered slightly, she pursed her lips and smiled at him, charming but graceful.

"This is Mr. Ling?"

The old man looked at him, with a flash of admiration in his eyes. From the smile on his face, it could be seen that he had a good impression of this young man whom he had met for the first time, and even his tone became lighter.

Yu Zhengyan obviously noticed it too, and the smile on his face was even bigger. He asked Yu Minglang to sit beside him, and introduced the two of them to him: "Young son Yu Minglang, Minglang, this is Commander Zhu and Miss Zhu."

Yu Minglang nodded at the two of them, with a decent smile on his face: "Hello Commander Zhu, Miss Zhu."

He has a polite face, but he is very uncomfortable. Since he appeared here, the girl has been looking at him, her eyes fell on her body, with a polite look, even if she looked over, she never dodged her eyes, and the corners of her mouth kept hanging. With a smile that belongs only to a lady, it is generous and decent, but it makes him feel disgusted for no reason.

In this situation, a respectable old man showed up at his home with his precious granddaughter, and was treated so courteously by his father, even if he was a fool, he knew what was going on.

The old man known as Commander Zhu laughed when he heard the words, and said honestly and forcefully: "Haha, what is your name Commander Zhu, with such an identity, let's call him Grandpa."

Zhu Zheng's remarks made people feel a lot closer. He took the hand of the girl next to him, held it on his rough palm, and stroked it lightly: "This is my granddaughter, and the name is elegant."

After hearing this, Yu Minglang praised, "A man lives up to his name."

Zhu Ya smiled, her face was covered with a layer of blush, and her voice was crisp and clear: "Young Master Yu's name is right, the person lives up to his name, bright and clear, it's really nice."

A few people were polite for a while, and the two adults chatted again. There were many topics, chatting, chatting, but most of them revolved around the two of them. The meaning between the lines was clear to everyone, but the lady was surprisingly calm. It seems that he knew it early in the morning, sitting obediently beside his grandfather, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two during the conversation, his conversation and demeanor are full of elegance and education, which makes people feel happy after seeing it.

And Yu Minglang sat next to Yu Zhengyan, didn't take the initiative to say a word, even at the back, he couldn't even hold back the smile on his face, only when Zhu Zheng asked him, he would answer politely.

"Miss Zhu is studying at the Korean Girls' School, which is not far from Mingming's school. Both of them are young people, so they must have a lot of topics to talk about. If you have time, you can ask them out to have fun and promote your relationship."

Zhu Ya slowly put down the porcelain cup in her hand, her lips curled up slightly: "I also really want to hang out with Minglang more, it's not interesting to stay by myself."

She was familiar with her name, and it didn't take long before she called Minglang.

Zhu Zheng laughed and scolded in a low voice: "Don't look at the weakness of Yaya Wen, but she is actually a crazy girl in her bones."

The girls said so, if Yu Minglang refused, wouldn't it be a shame for others, but the word "good" couldn't be said, so Yu Zhengyan answered for him: "I also mentioned to Minglang before. However, Minglang himself said that he also wanted to get to know Ms. Zhu more."

"Really?" Zhu Zheng's eyes became more satisfied, "I heard that Young Master Yu has just returned from Melbourne. I may not know about the new places in City A these years. I can ask Ya Yaduo to take them to play when I have time. Play."

After the words fell, Yu Minglang's face turned pale for a moment, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. What does this mean?Did Yu Zhengyan decide for himself... When did he mention this Miss Zhu to himself, and when did he express to Yu Zhengyan that he was very satisfied with this lady?

"father!"

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Hurry up and write, it’s still too late haha, because there are a lot of things during the day, so the update will be a bit late, the little cutie who goes to bed early can wake up to watch the update in the morning, haha, see you tomorrow, sleep~