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"I'm Master Lin's subordinate, Lin Yuan. Our master heard the news that Mr. Su was injured and hospitalized, and wanted to have a good talk with Mr. Su. I wonder if Mr. Su is free to come to Lin's house?"

Su Zhengliang was secretly surprised, was he sent by Lin Xiluo's father?

The pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, Su Zhengliang met Lin Yuan's eyes that made him feel strange, and said in a calm voice, "Mr. Lin, what do you master want to talk to me about?"

Lin Yuan stared at Su Zhengliang's face for a while, and secretly curled his lips. This Su Zhengliang exuded a calm and gentle elegance, and he was quite calm when facing himself.However, I have to see how long his indifference can be maintained in front of the master.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan said with a half-smile, "Mr. Su is joking, the master wants to talk to you about the young master's affairs, but the master has avoided the world for many days and doesn't want to go in and out of public places too much. So, I can only trouble Mr. Su to come with me."

Su Zhengliang thought for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Sitting in the Lin family's private luxury car, Lin Yuan drove Su Zhengliang towards the Lin family's mansion in the suburbs.

The drizzle, like a naughty elf descending on the world, dances cheerfully in the air, playing the natural symphony of early spring.

Looking at the misty rain and fog outside the car window, listening to the slight sound of pattering raindrops hitting the car window glass, Su Zhengliang's black eyes were full of waves.

**********The Lin family mansion has arrived.

Under the leadership of Lin Yuan, Su Zhengliang walked along the undulating lotus pond corridor, passed through the Ming and Qing style octagonal promenade courtyard, and stopped in front of a lattice sliding door at the end of the promenade.

Lin Yuan announced to the sliding door, "Master, Mr. Su is here."

A gloomy and gloomy male voice slowly raised from the other side of the sliding door, "Let him in."

Lin Yuan opened the sliding door with one hand, and bowed respectfully towards the room, "Master, if there is no other order, Lin Yuan will leave first."

"go."

"Yes."

Lin Yuan turned to look at Su Zhengliang, "Mr. Su, you can go in now."

Su Zhengliang nodded, and then he took several deep breaths, walked in gently, and closed the sliding door.

Standing in this study room full of rich book atmosphere and light tea fragrance, Su Zhengliang raised his eyes slightly, looking at everything in the room.

Father Lin's sonorous voice came from the big pear tree table in front of him, "Don't stand there anymore, just take off your shoes."

"it is good."

Su Zhengliang took off his shoes, stepped on the clean wooden floor, and made a slight sound of footsteps. After a few steps, he stopped at Father Lin who was reading a book in the armchair behind the desk.

Father Lin, who was dressed in traditional Hanfu, looked at the book in his hand without looking sideways, pointed to the carved wooden chair on Su Zhengliang's right, and said slowly, "Sit."

Su Zhengliang walked over silently and sat on the wooden chair. A rectangular tea table was placed in front of the wooden chair. Above the tea table was a set of high-quality tea sets, teapots and cups, which came from one of the four major official kilns in China. Ru Kiln.

"Drink tea."

Su Zhengliang nodded and did as he did. He poured a cup of tea. The fresh scent of jasmine tea, with the light brown liquid poured out from the spout, wafted in his breath, making him feel refreshed.

Putting down the teapot, Su Zhengliang saw that the other teacup was empty, and asked kindly, "Uncle Lin, do you want to pour you a cup too?"

Father Lin snorted disdainfully, and said lazily, "Don't call me Uncle Lin, I don't like the jasmine you drink."

Su Zhengliang realized that the other party's words implied a hint of sarcasm, slightly trembling his thick eyelashes, and remained silent.

Ever since Lin Yuan went to the hospital to look for him, Su Zhengliang knew that Father Lin would definitely make things difficult for him.However, he firmly believed that as long as he relied on his courage and love for Lin Xiluo, Father Lin would slowly and sincerely accept him.

However, from the very Ming and Qing style architecture of the Lin House, the antique decoration and layout in the study, to Father Lin's clothing and personal preferences, it is not difficult to see that Father Lin is a man who attaches great importance to Chinese traditions. As a human being, the Lin family must also be deeply influenced by the deep-rooted traditional Chinese thought.

It is definitely a difficult challenge for Su Zhengliang to let such a man who is deeply influenced by thousands of years of traditional Chinese thinking accept the fact that his son's lover is of the same sex, and let him accept himself.

Father Lin's peripheral vision was unbearable, and he glanced at Su Zhengliang, who looked innocent, "I heard from Xi Luo, you and him started dating in college?"

"Yes."

"How many years has it been since?"

Su Zhengliang's clear voice was neither too fast nor too slow, "If you add those six years, it's not too much, it's exactly ten years."

Father Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's been ten years, and it's really long."

"Yes."

Father Lin turned a page of the book, "Do you love my son?"

"I love him."

Hearing Su Zhengliang's answer, Father Lin still didn't raise his eyes, and asked contemptuously, "What do you love him for? The status of Lin's heir? The status of Lin's group president? The right to call the shots in the business world? Or?" There was a playful coldness in the father's sharp eyes, "You want to use him to achieve your own goal of getting ahead?"

Facing Lin's father's ridicule and ridicule, Su Zhengliang was neither humble nor overbearing, "Mr. Lin, when I knew Xi Luo, I didn't know his identity at all. How could I use his feelings for me to achieve your so-called goal of getting ahead?"

Father Lin put down his book and looked directly at Su Zhengliang who was diagonally opposite, "Then why do you love my son?"

"I love the way he is galloping in the business world to turn the tide, I love the way he is arrogant and dominates everything like an emperor, I love the way he is calm and steady in the face of crisis, not arrogant or rash, and I love the way he brings me That feeling of intoxication and peace of mind. For me, Lin Xiluo has already been integrated into my life."

Speaking of this, Su Zhengliang's fair face was dazzled by two faint blushes, his narrow black eyes shone with a bright and soft light, as if Lin Xiluo was by his side, making him intoxicated with happiness .

"It seems that you were really poisoned by my son, what a pity," Father Lin sighed lightly, and clicked his tongue regretfully.

Su Zhengliang's complexion changed slightly. He didn't know what Father Lin meant by his words, "Mr. Lin, why did you say that? It's a pity, what are you referring to?"

Father Lin looked into Su Zhengliang's clear eyes, shook his head and smiled wryly, "You really think my son loves you?"

Su Zhengliang replied unswervingly, "Of course Xiluo loves me, and he also told me that when he comes back from the United States, he will..."

Father Lin interrupted Su Zhengliang, "He will tell me that he will never marry anyone else in this life, right?"

Su Zhengliang nodded, "Yes."

Father Lin picked up the teacup in hand, took a sip of tea, and then said, "If you are a woman with a prominent family background, then I might agree with you and him. However, you are a man with such an ordinary family background. Can't extend the Lin family's heirs, and can't bring any help to the Lin family's career, as the heir of the Lin family, how could Xi Luota continue like this with you?"

Su Zhengliang bit his lip, "Mr. Lin, Xiluo..."

Father Lin frowned and took out a recording pen, "This is the last sentence Xi Luo said to me before going to the United States. It's not too late for you to answer me after listening."

After finishing speaking, Father Lin pressed the play button, Lin Xiluo's gloomy and melodious voice echoed in the quiet study room, "Don't worry about your heirs, as for marriage, please give me some time to think about it. "