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Rong Zhuo also relaxed for a while today, and there were no outsiders at the dinner, so he also drank a few glasses.
"Nephew, don't blame the uncle for being so talkative." After drinking a few glasses, Duan Chengju couldn't help but act like an elder, "Does your father know about you and Qi Huwei?"
Rong Zhuo was stunned when he heard the words, and hurriedly said, "We... have nothing to do."
"Oh?" Duan Chengju said with a smile: "You don't have to hide in front of me, I'm not your father, and I won't interfere in your affairs, just ask casually."
It wasn't that Rong Zhuo didn't think about the problems the two of them were facing, but he had just made up his mind with Yu Jingdu, and he didn't even want to be in love yet, so he didn't want to make himself unhappy. Even if they had to face reality, they had to wait until they returned to Beijing.
But when Duan Chengju asked this question, he had to think about it.
Because Yu Jingdu was sitting next to him, even if he didn't pick up on it, the other party would definitely think about it.
"Does Uncle Tang have any advice for his nephew?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
"Uncle Tang travels from south to north, and has seen many people and things." Duan Chengju said, "In my opinion, your father is not a pedantic person, and he may not be able to beat mandarin ducks. Don't make things too big, don't delay him in hugging his grandson in the future, the other thing is not what you want?"
When Rong Zhuo heard this, his face suddenly sank.
But he didn't want to spend more time trying to argue with the other party.
He is a person who has received modern education, and he can't use the thinking of modern people to demand ancient people.
He doesn't have the habit of being a good teacher, and he doesn't delusionally think that he can change the other person's thinking.
It's just that after hearing this, he still felt flustered for no reason.
Because he knew that Duan Chengju was not the only one who had this idea.
Father Rong, the emperor, and even...
Rong Zhuo didn't want to think about it any more, so he could only drink the boring wine with a sullen face.
"Unhappy?" After dinner, Rong Zhuo sat in a daze in the warm pavilion, Yu Jingdu walked behind him, leaned down and hugged him from behind.
Rong Zhuo's body froze, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He and Yu Jingdu had just established a relationship, and he had not been able to get used to this kind of too intimate behavior.
But Yu Jingdu's natural attitude quickly infected him, and his body slowly relaxed.
"Would you like to talk to me about this?" Yu Jingdu asked him.
Rong Zhuo thought about it and shook his head.
This matter is too far away, and it is not something that should be talked about just after confirming the relationship.
How can you break up with someone without even kissing your mouth, whether to get married or not, do you want a DINK after marriage?
This topic is too rushed and too self-indulgent.
After all, love in this world, in all likelihood, cannot go that far.
Therefore, most people will choose to save such troubles and face them when that step comes. Otherwise, the result is likely to be that on the first day of their relationship, the two will break up because of who washes the dishes after marriage or who goes to their hometown for the New Year.
The budding love is always fragile and vulnerable, he has to let him grow some branches and leaves, and then go through the wind and rain...
Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little lost. He thought that if Yu Jingdu was not the King of Yan, it would be fine. If the other party was Qingshi, even if he was Dazhuang, he could imagine the future of the two of them affectionately.
"Actually, I have a lot of plans, but I'm telling you now, and I'm afraid you will think I'm coaxing you." Yu Jingdu said.
"Then don't say it." Rong Zhuo said, "At least I don't want to think about it before returning to the capital."
Yu Jingdu responded and rubbed his chin lightly on his neck.
There were no other hints in his action, but Rong Zhuo was too sensitive, and his neck immediately turned red.
"You..." Rong Zhuo got up and pushed him away, "I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."
"It just so happens that I'm sleepy too." Yu Jingdu said as a matter of course.
Rong Zhuo wanted to drive him away, but he was a little reluctant.
Especially after being affected by Duan Chengju's words tonight, he felt a little sad, but he actually wanted to hug Yu Jingdu.
When people are in love, it is inevitable that they will long for intimacy, and Rong Zhuo is no exception.
"Let's go." Rong Zhuo got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Yu Jingdu followed behind him a step away.
"What are you doing with me?" Rong Zhuo stood at the door after entering. He didn't let anyone in, but he was not willing to drive them away.
After all, he has been angry for two days, can we just forget about it?
"Little Master Rong, there is no heater in the next room, it's really cold at night." Yu Jingdu said.
Rong Zhuo heard him change this title, and somehow suddenly remembered when Yu Jingdu acted as a servant.
At that time, Yu Jingdu always called him that, Young Master Rong.
"What are you thinking?" Yu Jingdu couldn't help but ask when he saw him in a trance.
"I think of Da Zhuang." Rong Zhuo said.
Yu Jingdu's expression froze, "Can you not call me this name?"
"You don't like it?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
"I... you can call me something else, I have many names." Yu Jingdu said.
Rong Zhuo put on a slightly domineering look, "But I like this name."
Yu Jingdu looked helpless.
Seeing his deflated expression, Rong Zhuo's mood improved a lot.
"Good night, Da Zhuang." Rong Zhuo smiled at him and raised his hand to close the door.
Yu Jingdu, who was outside the door, had a thought, and raised his hand against the door panel.
Then, Rong Zhuo felt a flower in front of his eyes, and was hugged by the waist and pushed into the door.
Before he could react, Yu Jingdu pushed him against the door.
"It doesn't matter, you can call me as you like...but..." Yu Jingdu put one hand behind his head, wrapped his waist with one hand and moved him forward, then leaned forward and kissed him slightly rusty.