Luo Meiwei dragged her daughter back to her room, saying she wanted to help her take a bath, take a look at her daughter's wounds, and help her apply medicine.

Luo Zhenyu took advantage of the situation and took Ling Yu directly to the study.

Ling Yu's face was expressionless, his eyes were distant and deep. He followed step by step. When the housekeeper turned on the light in the study and he walked in, he was stunned.

The layout in the study room was actually exactly the same as the study room in his house in the family compound of Beishan Military Academy.

Whether it's the exquisite and beautiful wallpaper on the walls, the magnificent chandeliers overhead, the styles and colors of desks, sofas, bookcases, coffee tables, or even the texture on the floor under your feet, they are all so familiar.

"Haha." Luo Zhenyu saw his doubts, so he smiled: "I knew you were going to serve at Beishan Military Academy two years ago, and I wanted to decorate your house for you. I went to check it out at the time and found that there was a room with my study room.

They are almost the same, with the same orientation, the same size, and the same windows, so I asked Mo Qing to ask someone to copy it for you."

After Luo Zhenyu finished speaking, he led Ling Yu to sit down on the sofa, and then asked softly: "I heard from your sister that you like to drink Malaysian white coffee. Do you want a cup?"

Ling Yu slightly raised her lips: "Okay."

There was surprise in Luo Zhenyu's eyes, and he immediately ordered the housekeeper: "Go and prepare!"

"Yes, sir." The butler said politely, then closed the door and retreated.

Just when Ling Yu felt that the atmosphere was awkward, Luo Zhenyu suddenly took out pieces of his handwriting from the bookcase like a treasure, and spread them out on the coffee table for Ling Yu to read.

Ling Yu didn't do much research on calligraphy. He didn't know what kind of font Luo Zhenyu practiced and what the particularity of this font was. He just thought Luo Zhenyu's calligraphy looked domineering, and the ink

It's powerful and the shape is pretty good.

Ling Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Zhenyu's expression. At this moment, Luo Zhenyu was looking at him expectantly, as if the words he was about to say were very important to Luo Zhenyu.

Because of this, Ling Yu had more doubts about his biological mother.

It is not difficult to see that Luo Zhenyu actually cares about him.

It's just that this kind of care has been delayed for so long, and it comes again in the name of "adopted son". Ling Yu doesn't understand what kind of past can make a father who cares about him cruelly abandon him and deny his biological mother.

.

Come to think of it, I'm afraid it will be another sad past event.

Blinking, Ling Yu felt an inexplicable soreness in his throat. In order to cover up the loneliness and embarrassment, he coughed twice.

"Ahem, Uncle Luo's calligraphy is very beautiful, vigorous and powerful, and the font structure is also very good. I don't know how to read, but I think it's good at first glance."

Hearing this, Luo Zhenyu was like a child who got candy, grinning from ear to ear with joy. He quickly put away the calligraphy, then turned to the bookcase and said: "I have other calligraphy, and I also painted Chinese paintings.

I’ll show them all to you!”

The sudden shock caused Ling Yu's thoughts to become confused in the wind.

The Luo Zhenyu in front of him is already sixty-six years old, but his words and actions at the moment are like a three-year-old child. The reason why he is so excited is actually because of Ling Yu's words.

What is the myriad of thoughts and mixed feelings? It is difficult to describe the myriad of feelings in Ling Yu's heart at this moment.

After a while, the butler brought a tray, a delicate blue and white porcelain Biluochun was placed in front of Luo Zhenyu, a cup of fragrant white coffee was handed to Ling Yu, and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was placed on the coffee table.

"Try it, I asked the barista at home to brew it freshly for you according to the Malaysian taste."

Ling Yu calmly picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip: "The taste is very good."

After saying that, he saw Luo Zhenyu's inquiring eyes fall on his cup, and then turned to the butler's face: "What's going on?"

The housekeeper quickly explained with a smile: "Because it was the first time for Young Master Ling to come here, there was no special cup for him at home, and it would be rude to use the guest's cup. The eldest lady happened to come over to pour milk for Miss Sun. The eldest lady said that she would let Young Master Ling use Sun's cup."

Miss’s coffee cup, so...,...”

"Miss Sun?" Ling Yu was stunned. This title was quite unique: "Haha, is it Ruge?"

The butler nodded: "Yes."

Luo Zhenyu frowned in displeasure: "How did you do it? Before Ling Yu came, I asked you to get ready. I asked you more than once, and every time you said you were ready, but in the end you didn't even have a cup ready!

"

The butler bowed nervously: "I'm sorry, I'll go get ready right now."

"Go quickly! Let's see if there's anything missing!"

After training the butler, Luo Zhenyu looked at Ling Yu apologetically, fearing that it would be his first time here and he would feel slighted or wronged because of a cup. He was about to say something more to forgive Ling Yu, but found that Ling Yu was at this moment.

He was holding Jin Ruge's cup, looking at it carefully with a soft expression.

His eyes were like precious Tahitian black pearls, shining brightly, his complexion was as gentle as jade, and there was a doting smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had remembered something particularly happy.

Luo Zhenyu just looked at Ling Yu's focused smile and couldn't bear to disturb his thoughts.

He even wanted to know immediately what Ling Yu was thinking, what he liked, and why he was smiling like this. He wanted Ling Yu to continue to smile like this.

After watching for a while, he finally sighed, he still knew too little about this child.

After a while, Ling Yu found that he was lost in thought, and then he smiled sarcastically: "I'm sorry, this cup is so exquisitely made, so I was distracted for a moment."

Luo Zhenyu shook his head, smiled and waved his hands so that he didn't mind: "This cup was specially made by an Italian master for Ruge. She likes sunflowers the most. Not only does this cup have sunflowers, but there are also sunflowers in our yard.

There are all kinds of flowers planted in a circle, and the glass flower room on the roof of her building is also full of all kinds of sunflower paintings she painted, including sketches, ink paintings, and oil paints, they are all sunflowers!"

"Oh? Ru Ge likes sunflowers?" Ling Yu's eyes were sparkling. This was an unexpected discovery: "What is a glass flower house?"

"Yes." Seeing that Luo Zhenyu finally found a topic to talk about with Ling Yu, he immediately explained it to him one by one.

Ling Yu listened very carefully, and before he knew it, time passed by and he had already finished the coffee in his cup.

There was a knock on the study door from outside, and then the door was suddenly opened from the outside. A charming little head came in, and the air was filled with the fragrance of refreshing shower gel.
Chapter completed!