During the whole dinner, Liang Rushui's eyebrows did not stretch. He looked at Song Yu's hands from time to time, then turned his head slightly, making a look that he couldn't bear to look at him, as if his eyes were getting hot.

Her husband Song Xiaozheng went to a party with a fishing friend tonight, and she had no one to discuss it, so she could only sigh silently.

The mother and son had an extremely quiet dinner. Because Song Yu had work matters to deal with, he went upstairs and entered the study without saying a few words to her.

Liang Rushui was wandering around the living room alone. When it was almost ten o'clock, she finally saw her husband and hurriedly met her.

Song Xiaozheng was frightened by her actions, and quickly lowered his head and sniffed his collar, sniffed his sleeves, and said nothing, "I just drank two drinks."

"Who wants to tell you this?" Liang Rushui grabbed her husband's hand, pulled him to the bedroom, and closed the door, "I have something important to tell you."

His wife rarely acted so seriously. Song Xiaozheng was infected by her emotions and couldn't help but become serious: "What's the matter?"

Liang Rushui sat by the bed, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "You don't know, Ah Yu is back today, he..." She seemed to be unable to speak, and paused for a while before continuing, "He had his ten fingers dyed the color of fancy colors. He looked quite satisfied with it. Do you think he likes boys?"

Song Xiaozheng's thoughts did not keep up with his wife's rhythm. After a while, he looked absent: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

"I don't think it's impossible. He was studying abroad alone and hadn't seen anyone know each other for so many years. He has been living at his aunt's house. I just called Shunhua, and she also said that she had never seen Ayu take a woman home for the night. Why didn't I expect it before?"

Song Xiaozheng finally understood it, but still felt it was a bit ridiculous: "You, are you thinking too much?"

"No!" Liang Rushui's tone was firm and could not be argued. "You can see Ayu's manicure with your own eyes. It's definitely a style that only little girls like. I want to do the same manicure!"

Song Xiaozheng twitched his forehead for a moment and said nothing.

Although he believed in his son, his wife said it was clear that he admitted that he had begun to shake.

Liang Rushui felt sadder the more he thought about it. He held his cheeks with both hands and looked like crying: "You don't know. At the dinner table, I'm embarrassed to ask Ah Yu too much, for fear that he would have a psychological burden. I'm not the kind of uninvited parent, I just... I just couldn't accept it for a while. I fed him up with shit and pee, oh no, it's not easy for me to raise him. I can tell me in advance if he has anything to do." She hiccupped and thought of something, and suddenly raised her head, "Honey, Ah Yu often mingled with those good brothers. Do you think the person he likes is who of them? Zhou Muyun? Or Yanbei? Or Qi Zheng?"

Song Xiaozheng sat on the sofa and suddenly felt that one head and two were big, why were he getting further and further?

Song Yu didn't go to the company one afternoon and one night. He had a lot of files to be processed. The computer screen was turned into a green light for eye protection. He worked for several hours in a row, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. However, there was still a small part that had not been processed, and it would only be more accumulated until tomorrow.

He took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows, showing a hint of fatigue. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, he got up and went downstairs with the cup, intending to make a cup of coffee for himself to refresh himself.

When his feet landed on the last step, Song Yu heard a low whisper from the master bedroom on the first floor. The living room was so quiet that it was enough to hear the needle. He had a very good hearing and could vaguely hear his name.

He paused for a moment, stopped for a moment, and stepped closer to the door.

In the room separated by the door, Liang Rushui said melancholy: "I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to check my health. Let's have another one while I'm young?"

Song Yu was shocked.

He is in his twenties, and his parents actually want to give him a younger brother or younger sister?

Liang Rushui's voice came out through the door panel and clearly reached Song Yu's ears: "We have to respect our son's choice. Since A Yu likes boys, we must support him." After a pause, she sighed, "His grandma doesn't know yet, right? Alas, the old man's thoughts are not very acceptable. How should I tell her, worry."

Song Yu: "???"

No, who likes boys?

Song Yu stood at the door with an empty cup in his arms, his posture seemed to be thinking about his mistakes. He kept thinking about Ms. Liang said just now, and he couldn't figure out why she thought so.

He tilted his head and was still thinking seriously, the door in front of him was suddenly pulled open from the inside. Liang Rushui was startled when he saw him, and then slowly squeezed out a smile: "A Yu, have you heard it all?"

Song Yu took a breath and said with a good temper: "If you are idle, go and have afternoon tea with Mrs. Zhou. Don't read novels all day long, think about something that is not available."

"Don't yell at me!" Liang Rushui stood on tiptoe and tried to push him over with momentum, "Then tell me, why do you want to do manicure?"

She said, grabbing Song Yu's hand and looking at the colorful manicures. Although she had seen it several times during the meal, she still felt it was eye-catching.

Song Yu looked helpless, because of the manicure, he was not only ridiculed by friends in the group, but also suspected by his mother when he returned home.

Liang Rushui: "You can't tell me, I know I'm not wrong..."

Song Yu interrupted her increasingly deviant thoughts: "My girlfriend asked me to do this. Are you satisfied with this answer?" He deliberately emphasized the three words "girlfriend".

Liang Rushui really grabbed the point at once, and her eyes were filled with excitement: "Girlfriend?! Are you serious?"

"Fake it." Song Yu turned around and walked to the bar, making coffee for himself, and said with his back to her, "I'm just telling you that I like women."

Liang Rushui stood there, looking at his back and thinking for a while, not sure whether he believed his words or was shocked by him. In short, she did not ask any further questions.

When Song met the stairs, Song Xiaozheng came out of the bedroom and said like a hindsight: "I just told you that you were thinking too much, and you blame me for not caring about my son."

Liang Rushui: "Is that so? Why do I think you discussed it with me seriously just now? I also analyzed that the person Ayu likes is most likely Zhou Muyun, because Ayun doesn't like to interact with girls either."

Song Xiaozheng touched his forehead and retreated back to the bedroom awkwardly.

Song Yu was fussed and couldn't calm down and came to work. The coffee was squandered. He took a sip and poured it all out. At this moment, he finally understood how scheming Meng Jianwan was, and he was simply killing people invisibly.

The next morning, Xie Yong took the driver to pick Song Yu up to the company, saying that he had found a manicurist for him and would come over immediately when he was on the way.

In fact, Xie Yong didn't know what Song Yu was looking for a manicure. Until the manicure arrived, Song Yu stretched out his ten fingers that had been hidden well before. Xie Yong immediately threw away the professional qualities that an assistant should have and laughed out loud on the spot.

Song Yu flew over with a light eye, and Xie Yong sat upright, smiling so hard that his face turned red: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I don't want to laugh." But I really couldn't help it.

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Zhou Muyun: I'm always confused by being cue for no reason, so I'm sorry to pay the appearance fee.

Song Xiaoba: QQ, no wonder you want the money you earn when your wife opens a restaurant.
Chapter completed!