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That night, Xia Yu stayed at home as expected. His room was on the second floor. Outside the balcony was a century-old camphor tree. Even in the autumn, it was lush and green, and naturally exuded a fragrance.
Before going to bed, the housekeeper, Grandma Wu, heated a bowl of milk for him and watched him drink it as if he were a child.
Xia Yu drank it obediently, but then laughed, "Grandma, I'm not a baby anymore. I don't need to drink sweet milk every day."
There was also honey in the milk bowl.
Grandma Wu shook her head and said in dialect, "Don't think that you are no longer a child in your twenties. Although you are an adult after getting married, you are still the same as before when you come back."
She watched Xia Yu grow up. She was originally a widow. After working for decades, she had already become a member of the Xia family. She looked at Xia Yu as if he were her own grandson.
She touched Xia Yu's face with her rough hands, and she liked him very much. "You should go home more often when you have time. But you are doing well out there, and your face is white and tender. Our young master is so good-looking."
Xia Yu laughed even harder.
He held Grandma Wu's hand and rubbed it like he did when they were children, "Grandma, you are biased. No one is as good as me."
"That's for sure."
Grandma Wu looked as if it was a matter of course. Who could be better than the little darling she raised
"Okay, go to bed early. If you want anything, just ring the bell. Grandma has gone to bed too."
Xia Yu watched the old lady walk away.
He returned to his bedroom and was looking at his phone, but then he slowly drank the bowl of sweet milk and fell into a daze again.
As the youngest son in the family, he has always been loved by the whole family, even Grandma Wu favors him, but in the first two years, he rarely came back.
It's not that he has become estranged from his family. It's that he was so persistent in pestering Lu Zhao that he made his family very angry. Later, when he came to his senses, he was too embarrassed to face his family.
His family didn't object to him liking men, but he shouldn't have liked Lu Zhao, who looked down on him, and he got hurt and didn't repent.
His parents sighed countless times behind his back, and his brother was so angry with him that he had a stomachache.
That's why Xu Zhan, the latecomer, is so liked by his family.
In fact, it may not be Xu Zhan.
As long as you love someone and treat him well, his family will like him very much.
Xia Yu drank a sip of sweet milk, and for a moment he felt a little stuffy in his heart, and indescribably confused.
He was in a good mood these days hanging out with Lu Zhao, as if he had found a lover who met his requirements in every way.
On the way here just now, he was still thinking about his next date with Lu Zhao.
Lu Zhao is very suitable for sleeping, with cold lips and cold eyes, handsome and arrogant, like a cold knight in the Middle Ages, but he will become a gentle lover at night.
But now, he didn't want to see Lu Zhao so much.
What his brother had just said to him brought back some not-so-good memories.
He remembered that one year, Lu Zhao went on a business trip with his tutor. He knew about it and followed them secretly. In fact, he didn't want to disturb Lu Zhao. He went over because he saw Lu Zhao suddenly posted a message on WeChat Moments saying that he had a cold and was a bit bored being left alone in the hotel.
At that time, they had been bed companions for half a year. Occasionally, Lu Zhao would kiss him and say that he had a charming face.