Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Feng Yiping was a little helpless, "Can't you change the reason?"

"Her reason is quite good," Ma Ling patted Feng Yiping's face, "Of course, you are the best,"

Ma Ling went to get the clothes. Feng Yiping figured out another meaning in her words, "What do you mean, I belong to her too?"

"So, she belongs to you?" Ma Ling smiled and put on his coat, "I also belong to you?"

This is the kind of question for which the answer is affirmative, but you can't make a positive answer.

He took Ma Ling's hand and kissed it, "It is not who belongs to whom, it is love that maintains our relationship."

"Yes, we all love you, who doesn't love you," Ma Ling helped him adjust his tie, "Vincent loves you," she kissed his lips, "I love you too," she again Gave him a kiss on the lips.

Then I felt that the kiss seemed to be sticky.

No way, they don't have that much during the day, and at night, it is exactly that traditional time.

She stretched out her hand to support Feng Yiping who was smiling and looking at her, "Well, you go,"

"Okay," Feng Yiping went to his son's room and helped the little guy tuck the quilt. "Remember to apologize to him for me tomorrow morning."

Ma Ling nodded.

Walking to the door, Ma Ling smiled and followed out, "Key,"

"Thank you, I really forgot." Feng Yiping took the key from her hand and stretched out his hand. Ma Ling immediately threw it into his arms, gave him a strong hug, and quickly released it.

Feng Yiping glanced at this other warm home again, and Ma Ling, who looked particularly gentle under the light, waved to her and turned into the car.

Seeing the car's taillights flashing a few times, the car completely disappeared at the corner, and the smile on Ma Ling's face disappeared. She came out without wearing a jacket. She felt a little cold now.

She leaned on the door and looked at the direction the car disappeared. Isn't it too stupid for me to do this?

But thinking of Feng Yiping, thinking of Feng Yiping's frowning eyebrows when he fell asleep in the afternoon, thinking of Amanda over there, thinking of Huang Jingping during the previous meetings...

She shook her head, put her hands on her shoulders, walked home slowly, but did not return to the bedroom, lying on the sofa in the hall, sighing heavily.

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There was no smile on Feng Yiping's face after getting in the car.

Of course, this is not because he was kicked out of the house again.

In fact, this time, he was kicked out willingly.

No matter how incompetent he is in emotional matters, no matter how unclear he is, he also knows that if he really lives on Ma Ling's side recently, then this matter will definitely be more difficult to solve in the future.

He didn’t know if Huang Jingping did this, but he knew that if Huang Jingping didn’t think about it clearly when he was on a business trip, then he would understand it soon. She did it, she definitely helped the horse. Lingyuanmeng: She wouldn't let you go home, that would be great, we welcome you.

Therefore, for the sake of Huang Jingping, he especially cannot be on Ma Ling's side recently.

He also believes that Huang Jingping should contact Ma Ling to meet recently. For the sake of this meeting, both parties can remain calm. During this time, he cannot live on Ma Ling's side. This is actually for Ma Ling's sake.

And for Huang Jingping's sake, it's actually for his own sake, and for his own sake, that's also for Ma Ling's sake, and vice versa.

When he arrived earlier, Ma Ling didn't ask him to move the suitcase, and he didn't mention it. He had such a guess at that time.

Of course, if Ma Ling asked him to carry his luggage in at night, he believed that as long as he explained a few words, Ma Ling would understand.

But Ma Ling took the initiative to kick him out, which made him really relieved.

Ma Ling did not intend to take this good opportunity to do anything, which fully shows that she is true and thinks about herself wholeheartedly.

However, looking at the brightly lit houses outside, the silhouettes of loving each other on the window, and the children laughing and playing in the courtyard, Feng Yiping will inevitably feel a little depressed and a little lonely.

The warm and peaceful neighborhood was quickly left behind. After driving on a sparsely populated road for more than 20 minutes, they arrived at the house they had just visited not long ago, the house with the vineyard.

In the house, there are more photos of Ma Ling and his son, and a lot of small objects and decorations for living in the house. It is estimated that Ma Ling did not expect that she and Vincent could not live in this house recently.

Feng Yiping lay down on the fluffy bed in the bedroom. The sheets and quilts had been changed. With a nice fragrance, he closed his eyes, but he felt completely drowsy.

Maybe the effect of that afternoon nap was too good.

He came to the study and turned on the computer, but his heart couldn't calm down and couldn't immerse himself in work.

He opened the drawers one by one, and saw the stationery that was prepared in it, as well as a few photo frames buckled on them. At first glance, they were all his own photos...

He came downstairs holding the computer.

Owen had already burnt the fireplace, "Boss, the boiler is also on, and it will warm up soon,"

"Well, you guys, live here too at night, arrange it yourself,"

This house, plus the attached facilities, is the largest of the three houses, and Feng Yiping is really afraid of being deserted now.

"Okay, we have arrangements," Irving said.

Because I didn’t expect Feng Yiping to live here so soon, the relevant security measures here, such as monitoring facilities, are not as complete as those two houses, and the surrounding environment is not too familiar. For the first few days, only people can come together. .

"If Carol asked about it, just tell the truth," Feng Yiping added.

"I understand," Irving nodded.

With so many people around, Feng Yiping was finally able to forcefully enter work again.

He just replied two emails in front of the fireplace. Tea, boiled mineral water, hot milk, fruit and some pastries were delivered immediately.

In such a special period, even Owen's work is exceptionally well.

After drinking two sips of hot water, Feng Yiping typed in his heart and began to dial Huang Jingping's phone, "Beep, beep, beep," the monotonous electronic tone was repeated, but he did not hear the familiar voice.

He dialed three times in a row, but no one answered. He put down the phone and walked irritably outside the mountain breeze hunting house. The lights outside the house immediately turned on again, and he waved his hand, and the lights went out one after another.

He walked back several times in the house with only a little light, and finally sat on the log chair in the courtyard, motionless.

Owen, who always stood not far behind him, looked at the boss who had hidden himself in the dark, stared at the sky blankly, and shook his head insignificantly.

Following Feng Yiping for so long, this is the first time he can see negative emotions such as loneliness and anxiety from his back.

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There was no light in the bedroom, and the light from the backyard came in, faintly illuminating the window sill.

The phone buzzed not far away, and Huang Jingping, who was sitting on the window sill with her legs in her arms, looked out the window dreamily, without even looking there.

Outside the house, the mountain breeze brought the sound of waves in the bay and some noise in the community.

She could hear those neighboring garages open more than ten meters below, and the children cheered happily.

Most of the Christmas holidays of Silicon Valley companies end tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will officially go to work. Many families who go on vacation choose to end their vacation today. The communities that were somewhat deserted these two days will quickly become lively.

Just at home...

Huang Jingping wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her pajamas again. On the glass windows, a face with redness and swelling, tears on her face and a very haggard face appeared.

She turned a blind eye to her appearance, leaned her head back against the window frame, and drew some tissues and wiped her nose indiscriminately. Tears couldn't help dripping from her eyes, flowing on the messy hair, dripping on the cold. Cool on the neck.

She kept pursing her lips, her body twitched, but there was no sound.

Feng Yiping was not around. After finally putting Amanda to sleep, she couldn't hold back anymore, and finally couldn't help crying.

She didn't know that she actually had so many tears.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the sweet scenes from junior high school couldn't help but appear before her eyes.

In every scene, there must be a concrete image that has been confused, but the thought of it will make her feel warm, happy, kind, sweet, and happy... and make her feel that the whole world is such a beautiful figure. .

This is the first opposite **** of her secret love when she first opened up. This is the only man she has ever tempted so far. This is her first love. This is her first kiss and the object of her first night. This is her. The only man, this is her lover, this is her daughter's father...

This is her only.

Of course, she had known for a long time that she was not his only.

When her worries were confirmed, that was her saddest moment last time.

However, because he had realized it a long time ago, there was still a person living in his heart, a very important person who he valued very much, and that sadness was only the one that was confirmed as expected.

For him and for his happiness, she willingly hid behind him, willingly took the opportunity to get married and vacated that position.

This time, it was completely beyond her expectations.

She didn’t know how good he was, she didn’t know how much temptation he had resisted, but she never expected that he actually gave birth to a child with an American girl, and it seemed that he had accepted it. she was.

Such news, to her, is nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

When she heard him talk about it, Huang Jingping felt that her heart was cracked and dry.

She didn't even know that it took almost two days to be so muddled.

When he was in front of her, she didn't want to think about some things, but when he was not around, those things that she didn't want to remember before came like a tide.

On the night when he first arrived in the United States, he and her just met, in the hotel, together, those scenes of them in the capital before the Spring Festival that year, the scene of him and their beloved child together …….

As a result, sadness floods like a tide.

She didn't know, she thought her heart was cracked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ dry and cracked, why did she still have so many tears.

What makes her even more sad is, even so, why does she still think of him that way? Even when sleeping, he would involuntarily hold the pillow that smelled like him.

He left, not as usual, for work, for business trips.

He left, he let him go by himself, and he didn't know when he would come back. From the moment he got in the car, this home and this house seemed to have collapsed.

Looking at the empty big bed, thinking that at this time, he might be on another big bed with another woman lying beside him. Huang Jingping hit the window frame with her head, clenching her teeth tightly, trying not to let her scream. …….

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When the outside was completely quiet, there were no more vehicles passing by on the street, and when the night darkened and the lights of the street lamps became lazy and soft, Ma Ling got up from the sofa in the lobby.

During this period of time lying on the sofa, my mind has been spinning without stopping, but when I sit up, I can't remember what I thought before.

Is he asleep now? Is he worried even when he is asleep? Is she asleep now, is she also hating herself when she is asleep?

Ma Ling felt that at this time, she was completely drowsy. It was a state of extreme fatigue and awakeness.

She didn't want to keep thinking about it like this, so that nothing could be solved, so she decided to work.

However, the jobs that I usually like very much do not have any attraction to her now. She is still thinking about the computer screen as before.

However, this time, an idea gradually became clear. She went upstairs and sat next to her son's bed. Finally, she simply squeezed onto her son's crib and hugged Vincent tightly.