Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

57 Novels.com No pop-up advertisements to read the whole site's novels online, the website of this site:, register for free bookshelf. I have to say that children who seem to understand nothing, in fact, have instincts that are almost beasts. Sometimes, they seem to sniff in the air and can smell something unusual. The taste comes.

While the plane was waiting to take off, looking at her parents who had no communication as in the car, Amanda lay down on the table, and it took a few minutes to draw a picture, "Dad, mom, come and see,"

She held the piece of paper and said, "This is the plane I drew, do you think it looks like?"

Feng Yiping glanced at Huang Jingping. She was sitting on the other side of the aisle, still looking out the window with sunglasses, as if she hadn't heard her daughter.

"Well, that's great," he said, looking at the chicken-winged bucket of paper, "but, did you forget to paint?"

"Mom, come and take a look," the little guy put the painting in front of Feng Yiping and called to the other side's mother.

"Oh," Huang Jingping looked at it from a distance as if he had just heard it, "Yes, do you remember the many animals we saw this time? Can you draw more pictures?"

"Mom, I want you to come here," Amanda said coquettishly as her request.

"I'm too lazy to change, come, come here, baby," she hugged her daughter and kissed her face heavily. "Mom didn't sleep well last night. Now I want to sleep. Have fun by yourself, okay?"

"No, I want you to sit there and let's paint together," Amanda refused.

"Be obedient, play by yourself," Huang Jingping put her down, her voice stern.

The little guy's eyes suddenly became red.

"Come here Amanda, let's paint," Feng Yiping waved to his daughter.

Amanda rubbed her eyes and walked over aggrievedly, "Dad,"

"Let's paint the color, okay? Tell me, dad help you find what color you want," Feng Yiping kissed his daughter on the cheek, what a sensible little guy.

It seems that when I was young, when my parents quarreled, I did something similar?

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At 9 o'clock, Gulfstream was facing the rising sun and took off from the International Airport of Ministers Pistarini in Saezeza, and embarked on the way back.

Along the way, Huang Jingping has been wearing sunglasses, as if she was really sleeping all the time.

After little Amanda worked hard for a while, seeing that her own efforts did not work, she also fell asleep with worry, and only Feng Yiping, who hadn't slept much last night, was left. I will look at Huang Jingping over there. I will look at Amanda on the opposite side. When I look out the window, I think of Maling and Sente again.

He was also very sleepy, but his thoughts were mixed. I closed my eyes and worries in my mind. I couldn't sleep at all. Instead, he became more and more irritable. Finally, he took out the computer and forced himself to work.

Four hours later, Lin Ruhan walked over in the car, "Yiping, Jingping, it's time for dinner."

Huang Jingping, still wearing sunglasses, sat across from Feng Yiping and woken up Amanda who was still sleeping, "Baby, I'm eating,"

Amanda woke up when she rubbed her eyes and saw her mother sitting next to her, and quickly took her hand happily, "Mom,"

"Well, boy, let's wash our hands,"

Starting from a beef country like Argentina, the staple food for this afternoon is naturally steak. According to Feng Yiping’s taste and habits, there are fish, shrimp, lettuce, etc., as well as the gourd radish that Amanda likes to eat.

During the meal, Huang Jingping and Feng Yiping still had no communication, including the look in their eyes, but she did not refuse the food Feng Yiping gave her. When helping her daughter to peel the shrimp, she still did not forget Feng Yiping.

This made Amanda very happy. She thought her parents were finally reconciled again.

Because of this, after watching their actions, the low air pressure in the Gulfstream cabin since the start was effectively relieved.

In the eyes of Lin Ruhan and those other than Ou, the two of them are just like many young lovers, with a little friction, but they are still in the stage of breathing.

It's also Ou, maybe there is a guess.

Feng Yiping knew best that the reason she did that was to prevent Amanda from worrying and to take care of her own face in front of Lin Ruhan.

Didn't see that she still sat in her original seat after eating?

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At 7pm local time in San Francisco, after nearly 15 hours of flight, Gulfstream landed at Norman Mineta San Jose International Airport.

This time, Huang Jingping hugged Amanda and went down first. Ou Yanji quickly took Feng Yiping's bag from Lin Ruhan and whispered to him, "Boss, do you need to inform over there?"

Feng Yiping didn't speak, and shook her head. Based on what she knew about Huang Jingping, she would not lead people to block Ma Ling, and then think about what she would like. It is estimated that starting today, she won't even be able to make calls.

Of course, Ma Ling may be invited out to meet and chat, but it is definitely not now.

"Carol over there," he said again.

This time, Feng Yiping nodded, and now it is necessary to let Carol know Maling and Sente.

In case Huang Jingping is not angry, her brain gets hot and wants to find Ma Ling, then Carol is also a firewall.

On the way home, Feng Yiping closed his eyes and slumbered. Tonight, he should be able to talk about it. He needs to sort out what he should say.

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"Leticia, don't have to prepare my dinner for the night," Huang Jingping ordered when she arrived.

"Okay." Looking at the gold medal in the house with the lights on, still wearing sunglasses, Leticia knew the reason and didn't ask why.

Amanda, who was only having dinner with her dad and a little depressed, became bright again before going to bed. Mom, who was still wearing sunglasses, gave her a bath. Then, her dad read stories to her as usual.

Although she slept on the plane for several hours during the day, a child of this age couldn't sleep enough, and the little guy was really worried today. Holding the hands of her parents, she quickly fell asleep again.

Sitting on the other side of the bed, Huang Jingping fixedly looked at Amanda, who was asleep. After watching for a long time, she gently sucked her nose and touched her daughter's forehead without looking at Feng Yiping. She got up. go away.

Feng Yiping quickly followed.

Before the dressing table, Huang Jingping took off her mask. Feng Yiping was taken aback. He finally knew why she had been wearing sunglasses before, and why Amanda said that her mother had pink eye.

Under her eyes, there are two big eyeballs, and in the eyes, bloodshot...

"Jingping, I'm sorry, I...," He was about to walk over, but from the vanity mirror, he saw Huang Jingping take a look and quickly stopped.

"Argentina is also right," Huang Jingping finally spoke. She held her head up and rubbed skin care products towards her neck. "Argentina is the same as my life. It turns out that it is beautiful."

"Jingping, I..."

"Don't worry, I won't let Amanda know or be aware of it," Huang Jingping didn't want to listen to what he said anymore, and didn't give him a chance to explain.

Of course, the matter is here, what's the use of explanation?

"Jingping, let's talk, okay?" Feng Yiping begged.

"Sorry, I'm tired," she walked to the bedroom, "you get up early tomorrow, don't let Amanda find you sleeping in the guest room,"

This means driving myself to the guest room.

That's good, she really needs to be calm and calm.

Although she has been cold enough from last night to now, Feng Yiping believes that her heart is full of ups and downs.

In this way, when you are angry, not only can you not talk about the results, but it may make things worse.

"Then you should rest well,"

Feng Yiping turned off the light, looked at this familiar bedroom, and sighed.

He came to the study and prepared to sink himself into work again. After more than ten minutes, he closed his computer heavily, put his hands in his hair, and rubbed his hair in a mess.

Sleep, can't sleep, pieces, can't get in.

Now that I close my eyes, Huang Jingping and Amanda, Ma Ling and Sente are also turning in front of them.

Thinking of Amanda's careful thoughts today, thinking of his ecstatic expression every time he passed, he beat himself a few times on the head.

But he didn't call Ma Ling, and he didn't want to have another person tossing and turning tonight.

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The next morning, Amanda was pestering Feng Yiping, "Dad, shall we go to see Meihaomei at lunch? I haven't seen her for several days."

Feng Yiping was about to agree, and Huang Jingping, who was still wearing sunglasses, walked down from the building, "Amanda, Dad is going on a business trip today. Mom will take you there in the afternoon, okay?"

Feng Yiping looked at Huang Jingping, but Huang Jingping didn’t look at him, “We came back in a hurry yesterday because my father has a very important job to handle. Can you eat for yourself? Don’t delay your father.”

"Dad, are you going on a business trip again?"

Feng Yiping glanced at Huang Jingping, smiled and said to her daughter, "Yes, Dad is going on a business trip for a few days. Remember to be obedient at home and listen to my mother."

"I will, Dad, you have to take care of yourself too,"

"Dad will," Huang Jingping said, "Dad will have a good time when not at home,"

"Yes, Dad is the best," Amanda said loudly, not understanding the meaning of these two sentences.

"Yes, your father is the best," Huang Jingping also said.

However, unlike her daughter's cheerfulness and pride, her voice is very low.

Amanda didn't see, her father, this would have a wry smile.

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"Everything is packed for you," Huang Jingping said to the big boxes in the bedroom. "If you want to see Amanda, call ahead."

"I can still sleep in the guest room at night," Feng Yiping said.

"Why bother, it's not that there is no master room to let you sleep," Huang Jingping finally said a grievance.

"You know, I've never stayed overnight," Feng Yiping just said, feeling that he was wrong.

Sure enough, "Now it's as you wish," Huang Jingping said coldly, "Okay, don't say it, don't let Amanda hear it,"

"If the clothes are not enough, I will ask Carol to send them to you, or just buy new ones. I think she has good taste," she lifted a large suitcase.

"Let me come," Feng Yiping didn't tell this time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the end of the matter, can't Huang Jingping say a few words?

Besides, after thinking of a few words to make Huang Jingping change her mind, Feng Yiping knew she didn't have the ability.

She doesn't really want to see herself for the time being. It's really like a business trip.

Anyway, I used to travel frequently and return to China, and I couldn't see them for ten and a half months.

Ten minutes later, Huang Jingping held Amanda and said at the door, "Oh, take care of your boss,"

"I remembered," the strong man Ou said with a pleasing eyebrow. He knew that Huang Jingping knew about Ma Ling. He must have known about Ma Ling.

After reaching the bottom of the mountain, he asked Feng Yiping, who closed his eyes in the back seat, "Boss, where are you going?"

"Go to the new park," Feng Yiping said.

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"You are here," Feng Yiping said to Ma Ling, who was rushing over after receiving his own call in the new office.

"Have you not slept in these few days?" Ma Ling asked distressedly looking at his dark circles.

"Can't sleep," Feng Yiping said, "Where is Sente, how is it?"

"Why are you so stupid," Ma Ling hugged Feng Yiping, "I said, I will go back to Orlando, or go to Los Angeles, and I won't be up to this point."

"I don't want to put you and Sente under such pressure anymore," Feng Yiping said, "I should have settled this matter long ago."

"It's just that, at present, I haven't solved it well," Feng Yiping said with a laugh at himself.

"Don't tell me, you did a good job," Ma Ling's eyes were red, "I don't want to see you like this, I don't want you to be embarrassed,"

"Isn't I good," Feng Yiping patted her back twice, but couldn't help thinking of Huang Jingping. What would she be doing at this time?

"Let these all down first, okay, you have to sleep well and go," Ma Ling took Feng Yiping's hand.