Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Feng Yiping's ability to deal with feelings is indeed average, but he still has his emotional intelligence.

The matter before him is of great importance, not only to Huang Jingping and Ma Ling, but also to Amanda and Vincent, so he has been pondering over how to speak and how to say it.

He felt that, at least, when confessing, he must not emphasize how good Ma Ling is, how understanding he is, how good Vincent is, how admired he is, and he must not mention himself and Ma. Spiritual fit.

Regarding Ma Ling's family, never accepting, resisting, not disagreeing..., don't say so.

To say this can only make Huang Jingping feel more painful.

Therefore, in addition to acknowledging that Ma Ling looks good, he used direct narratives, but apparently, such a straightforward fact would have been a big blow to Huang Jingping.

Looking at Huang Jingping who was sitting there crumbling, he was also very uncomfortable. He rubbed Huang Jingping's cold hands, "Jingping, listen to me, this incident has always troubled me and is uncomfortable. Of course, this It’s my fault and I cannot blame others,"

Huang Jingping let him hold her hands, her eyes closed, her face pale, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, but she was like a plant in the turbulent waves. She was swaying and swaying. He watched the next moment. The appearance of falling down.

"Jingping," Feng Yiping hugged her, feeling as if he was holding a block of ice in his arms, but Huang Jingping still seemed to be unconscious, without any response.

Feng Yiping quickly helped her lie down and covered her with a quilt.

At this time, Huang Jingping closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and even her long hair seemed to be a lot boring, "Jingping, speak," Feng Yiping held her hand, "Don't scare me ,"

Huang Jingping slowly turned her head to the side and turned her body over.

Feng Yiping breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm confessing to you today, what I think is..., I don't mean anything else, I don't want you to forgive, it's not..., I just feel that the mistake has been made and things are already difficult...,"

"I have caused irreversible harm. I just thought, maybe, if I explain this to you myself, it will cause you less harm than if you know it through other channels,"

Huang Jingping covered her head with a quilt, and Feng Yiping immediately shut her mouth, "I'm sorry, Jingping, I...,"

But then, he didn't hear the cry, the hand he was holding tightly was still very cold, "Wait a minute,"

Feng Yiping impulsively said, "Owen, immediately boil a pot of mineral water."

"Okay," Irving didn't talk nonsense, turned around and ordered his hands to find the electric kettle.

In South America, or when Chinese tourists have not bought it all over the world, it is a rare thing in many parts of the world.

"The boiling water will be ready soon," Feng Yiping hurriedly returned to the master bedroom, and was shocked to find that there was no one on the bed. He panicked, "Jingping," he rushed to the bathroom, no one, and then hurried back to the living room. I was about to go to the balcony and found that Huang Jingping hugged Amanda, came out of the children's room in front of the master bedroom, and stumbled towards the master bedroom.

Amanda must have been exhausted in the past two days. In her mother's arms, she would still sleep soundly. It may be that Huang Jingping's hug posture was not good at this time, and her small body twisted a few times.

Feng Yiping looked at Huang Jingping's unsteady walking, sad and guilty, and hurriedly walked over, "I'll come,"

Huang Jingping sideways, hugged Amanda tighter, and continued to walk forward. Feng Yiping could only open his hands and follow aside, like an old mother with outstretched wings, worried that the mother and daughter would fall.

Fortunately, although Huang Jingping walked swayingly, she was still safe, walked to the bed and gently put Amanda on the bed, and then lay down on her own, holding her daughter tightly, just like before. He said nothing, and closed his eyes.

Feng Yiping wanted to explain again, but he was worried that he would be quarreling with his daughter, so he could only walk around in the bedroom, but he didn't dare to make too much noise. Finally, he had to sit at the end of the bed and watch them both.

If yesterday, this was still a very warm picture, but now, between here and there, it seems that a barrier has been erected. The family that was intimate yesterday has now been divided into two.

I don't know how to explain this situation to her after her daughter woke up.

I said that it was best not to let my daughter know it before I said it, it has become what it is now.

Ugh!

"Boss," Irving whispered in the living room.

Feng Yiping went out quietly and saw Owen holding a tray with a glass kettle on it, "Boiling water,"

"Thank you,"

At this moment, someone yelled again behind him, "Carol,"

He looked back and saw that Huang Jingping was standing at the door of the bedroom holding the door, looking so haggard that made people feel distressed, "Go, go back and have a sip of water, Owen, called Carol,"

Huang Jingping avoided his hand again and stood stubbornly by the door. Over there, Carol had already walked in. Seeing Huang Jingping's appearance, he was surprised, "Huang, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Huang Jingping shook her head, "You can arrange it and go home early tomorrow morning."

Carol and Owen looked at Feng Yiping on the side, and Feng Yiping nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Carol, who was still a little confused, walked out of the suite with him at Owen's sign. As the door was gently closed, the suite fell into embarrassing silence.

Huang Jingping still lay back beside Amanda as if she hadn't seen Feng Yiping.

"Take off your coat, so it's more comfortable,"

Huang Jingping didn't speak, but coldly looked at his stretched hand.

Feng Yiping retracted his hands in a sigh, "Then I'll let the water go, you take a bath,"

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Feng Yiping sat on the edge of the bathtub blankly, listening to the splashing water, just like Huang Jingping, the whole person was motionless.

He knew how much harm he would bring to Huang Jingping by confessing his own initiative. He had imagined many results beforehand. Huang Jingping was crying and scolding him, even crying and beating him, or crying silently... …, the only thing he did not expect was that he did not cry or make trouble.

Although this situation was less dynamic than the tumultuous, turbulent scenes he was worried about, he didn't seem to be so embarrassed, but this situation worries him the most.

If she cries a lot, it's okay, crying out is equivalent to letting her decompress, and crying will reduce her anger.

If she insists on not crying, it should be good news, which means that she cares very much about the present day, and will do everything possible to recover and solve it.

But now she really can't even cry, which is a bit tricky.

How frustrated is her heart, how sad is it, how disappointed is it that she can't even cry?

If such emotions cannot be vented in time, how intense will they be when they cannot be suppressed in the future?

Think about her resolute decision to leave her job behind and go to the city to find herself in the city without telling her parents, alas!

When he woke up, he found that the water had overflowed from the bathtub and his pants were soaked.

"Jingping, anyway, let's take a hot bath first,"

Huang Jingping did not move.

He walked to the bed in wet pants and shook Huang Jingping gently, "Go take a shower, okay?"

Huang Jingping moved down to the other side, Amanda in his arms moved, Feng Yiping quickly stopped further movements.

"Then you go to bed first," he turned off the light and sat aside, in the dark, looking at the bed over there, sitting in the middle of the night.

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"Dad Dad~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Feng Yiping woke up and found that it was already bright. When did he fall asleep?

Amanda stood by the sofa, "Dad, we are going home,"

"Dad, is there an answer to your question?"

Feng Yiping was taken aback, what do I think?

"When I woke up, you slept here, my mother said, you woke up early in the morning to think about the problem, and ended up thinking too much, so you fell asleep."

"Where's mother?" Feng Yiping touched his daughter's head.

It seems that Huang Jingping is not going to let her daughter know what happened yesterday, at least, this is a good phenomenon.

"Mom is outside, she told me, we should go home,"

Is this not even talking to yourself? Feng Yiping sighed, "Ok, let's go home,"