Yu Moqin didn't like Liao Shuangwan and was not reluctant, she didn't give Yu Moqin any more unnatural care, "Twenty-seven is not old, everyone is married and has children at twenty-seven, and the old ..... next door"

"The daughters-in-law of the old Wang family have given birth to two, haven't they?" Yu Moqin took her words, which he had heard no less than ten times, and he had not stopped since he was twenty-five years old.

Liao Shuangwan was speechless for a moment, and after a long time, she let out a long sigh, "You go up to find your father first, he is waiting for you to report to him on Emperor Yu's work." ”

She said that she couldn't move this child, so she should leave it to Yu Yirong to clean it up.

Yu Moqin smiled helplessly at his mother's sight, and then listened to her words and went upstairs, when he walked to the door of the study, his expression was completely different from just now, and the ease of chatting with his mother no longer existed.

After knocking on the door, he waited for a rough "enter" from inside before pulling down the doorknob.

In the study, there are tall mahogany bookshelves on all sides, the murals above the bookshelves highlight the elegance of the owner's interest, and an old man with white temples and a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose surrounded by thousands of books in front of a desk of the same series surrounded by thousands of books is looking at the heavy books in his hand.

Even if his hair was as white as snow, it was difficult to hide the old man's handsome face, he rolled his eyelids up at Yu Moqin, who had already walked to the table, and said plainly, "Here." ”

"Hmm."

"The same old thing, let's talk about it." Yu Yirong is familiar with the conversation between him and his son.

Yu Moqin cleared his throat and began to report on Emperor Yu's recent performance, he analyzed it comprehensively, from the company's miscellaneous matters to important decisions.

After explaining, Yu Yirong nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, keep it up." ”

He has always been so plain and bland, basically people can't feel the joy behind this sentence, but as a father, who can really have such an excellent son?

"Then it's okay, I'll go out first." The atmosphere was very depressing, Yu Moqin had been very afraid of this study since he was a child, and he would be worried that he would be out of breath if he stayed here for a second.

"Wait." Yu Yirong stopped him, and then raised his chin lightly against the seat in front of him, "Sit down and talk to Dad." ”

Yu Moqin pulled out a chair and sat down, he leaned back on his legs, folded his ten fingers on his lap, and then relaxed a little, "Dad, what do you want to tell me?" ”

Yu Yirong finally covered the book in his hand, and when he got closer to Yu Moqin, he found that his son had lost a lot of weight, and he was distressed in his heart, but his tone was still flat: "You are also the eldest and not small, and Shuangwan also wants to hold a grandson." ”

In fact, the words also include him, who will want to have children and grandchildren full of children and grandchildren at this age.

Yu Moqin did not tell his family the news that he was married, after all, the current situation between himself and Wen Niannian is really not suitable for publicity, he planned it before receiving the certificate, and everything will not be made public until Wen Niannian is willing.

So he decided to continue to hide it, even from his parents, "I hope you can respect my thoughts in this matter." ”

This answer inevitably made Yu Yirong a little disappointed, he wanted to respect, but the wrinkled corners of his eyes showed the importance of time.

Yu Yirong opened his mouth again to explain something to his former self, but when Yu Moqin's eyes were alienated, all the words were like a mouthful of water being swallowed back.

"Okay." In the end, he was unable to compromise, "Don't talk about this, Dad has a friend recently, and his daughter is a well-known psychiatrist, I want to ......"

Before the words came out, Yu Moqin stood up directly, the chair and the carpet met and made a muffled dragging sound, his tone was slightly cold, as if he was very repulsive to what Yu Yirong was going to say next: "No need, Dad, I don't need anyone's help." ”