Chapter 1600 Can’t Do It

The bedroom was quiet for a while.

Fang Yingzhi even said such words, and Feng Yiping was really a little difficult to deal with.

You don't dislike me, and I don't care about other conditions, so why don't you accept me?

If other factors are not considered, does Feng Yiping want to accept Fang Yingzhi? The answer is yes.

Beauty is actually a very subjective thing, but if many people think that a person is beautiful in their subjective consciousness, then this person must be good.

And in Feng Yiping's consciousness, Fang Yingzhi is indeed the type that attracts him.

"Things are not as absolute as you say,"

"There are still many things that can be changed by our will. As long as you change your mind, you will find that next to my tree, there is such a big forest,"

Fang Yingzhi shook her head, and Feng Yiping also shook his head, "I know, I think you will think I am hypocritical, yes, it is true, but hypocritical persistence is always a kind of persistence, right?"

"I think, apart from the limitations of objective conditions, from the nature of men, whether now or in the future, it is absolutely not ruled out that many people still miss the system of three wives and four concubines in their hearts. There are definitely many men who envy the ancient emperors who can have three thousand beauties in the harem,"

This is certain. From a biological point of view, males are born with the desire to spread their DNA widely.

"But no man will ever put these ideas into practice. In addition to secular constraints and legal restrictions, everyone's common persistence is also one of the important reasons,"

"That's because they don't have the conditions to implement it," Fang Yingzhi shook her head, "They don't have the ability to bring happiness to too many people,"

"It's the same for me. I can't bring happiness to too many people either. Even if I accept you, you must be unhappy, because you think, can Jingping accept you?"

"I won't let her accept me, because I won't let her know about what happened between you and me," Fang Yingzhi said.

"It's unrealistic. Jingping can't not know. From this basis, if I accept you, I will also be unhappy, because once Jingping knows, she will definitely leave me,"

"Also, have you considered your family? How can they accept that their daughter is with a man without knowing why...? These objective realities are binding on everyone, and we have to consider them, right?"

"You're wrong. This problem won't be a problem. I have many ways to make my parents accept it. Think about it. When I was a child, because of the family conditions, they could send me to my uncle to raise,"

It seems that she can never let go of her childhood.

This is indeed understandable. No matter who it happens to, the result will be the same.

"I can say for sure that I have many ways to make them not explicitly oppose even if they don't accept it,"

"There are many other girls' parents who will do the same," Fang Yingzhi said, "It's really not as difficult as you think,"

"Do you want me to give an example?" she said.

Her words are really a bit heartbreaking, but I have to say that although I don't want to admit it, this is probably the fact.

Feng Yiping's overwhelming advantage will indeed make many people succumb.

In the face of his huge wealth, it is not ruled out that many parents will persuade themselves, and it is even more possible that some parents will encourage their daughters to strive for such an opportunity.

Are there not enough related reports? Even now, those rich second-generations have a revolving lantern of "girlfriends" around them. Do the parents of those girls definitely not support their children's actions?

This is a somewhat uncomfortable reality.

This society and this world in the future are really so distorted on many issues.

Not to mention men, even powerful women are also the same.

For example, Ms. Deng, who successfully hooked up with Murdoch, her actions, whether in the East or the West, are absolutely contrary to traditional ethics and concepts. However, whether in China or abroad, aren't there still so many people, or from the perspective of ordinary people, absolutely successful people, who are proud to be her friends?

Aren't there still so many young men who are willing to be her foil?

How many people and media come to criticize such things?

This is reality, which may be a little cruel and certainly ugly, but this is reality.

Ms. Deng, let alone Ms. Deng, even Murdoch, can be compared with Feng Yiping now?

Moreover, in our country, the red flag is not falling at home, and the colorful flags are flying outside the home. This is really not just a saying.

This is the case in the business world and the political world.

Later news made us accustomed to such things.

Feng Yiping found that he had said the wrong thing and really shouldn't discuss the specific implementation difficulty of this matter.

"The key to the problem is that whether it is hypocrisy or not, I really can't do it with people," he concluded with this sentence. He didn't expect this would be the end of the conversation, but Owen helped him.

Fang Yingzhi was about to say something when Feng Yiping's phone rang. "Boss," Owen paused for a moment, "someone is coming up,"

"It's Mr. Jin and Assistant Wu," he added.

Owen's call came at the right time, "Jin Ling and the others are coming up, I'll wait for you in the living room,"

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When Jin Ling and the others came in, Fang Yingzhi just hurried out of the bedroom, "Why are you here? Is it over down there?"

"Not yet, isn't this because I'm worried about you? You're such a fool, what happened today, why did you drink so much? Are you feeling better now, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jin Ling asked.

"Except for a little dizziness, I'm much better now, but Yingzhi is feeling uncomfortable, I almost vomited all over her, and she had to help clean up, sorry Yingzhi, thank you," he said to Fang Yingzhi.

"It's okay," Fang Yingzhi whispered.

Jin Ling glanced at Fang Yingzhi, only to see that she had just put on makeup and helped clean up the scene after Feng Yiping got drunk, and washing her face was also her duty.

Her shirt seemed to be a little wrinkled, that is, she helped Feng Yiping up by herself, how could her clothes not be wrinkled?

"Boss Jin, it's nothing, I want to go home first, I'm wearing this," Fang Yingzhi said.

"Well, they are very lively downstairs, and those kids are playing games, nothing to do, you go back first, you must be smelling of alcohol,"

She had no idea what had happened in this short period of time just now.

"We're here to take care of him. Tell me, why did you drink so much? Not only do you feel uncomfortable, but you also cause so much trouble to everyone," she turned the conversation to Feng Yiping.

Fang Yingzhi had already walked to the door. She stood at the door for a while and looked at Feng Yiping deeply. The door was finally closed, and Feng Yiping finally breathed a sigh of relief. Such a moment was not easy for him.

"I'm much better now. I just want to sit down. No one needs to take care of me. You all go and get busy,"

"Go and get busy. I've made enough embarrassments in front of you today. Do you want to see more?" Feng Yiping said.

"Are you really okay?"

"What can happen? There are so many people downstairs. It's not good to be so negligent. You must take good care of them,"

As soon as Jin Ling and the others left, Feng Yiping punched him hard on the sofa. From now on, no matter what, he must not get drunk.

This drunkenness really messed things up.

Fortunately, I just wanted to sleep after drinking, not to make trouble, and would not say anything. Otherwise, if I said something I shouldn't say after drinking, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

He sighed, trying not to think about the beautiful moments just now. He just dozed off in the chair for a while, and his cell phone rang again. It was Ma Ling calling, "Ma Ling, um, ah?!" He stood up at once.

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In the small supermarket in Chinatown, San Francisco, Ma Ling looked at her son's hopeful eyes and knew that this time, she must reject his request no matter what.

Other things are fine, but she can't do this.

The risk is too great.

When the two little guys get together, they are likely to talk about their fathers, my father is this, my father is that.

This one said, my father is Chinese, the other said, my father is also, this one said, my father's surname is Feng, the other said, my father is also...

How should it end? Ma Ling felt that there was no way to end it.

"Vincent..."

Over there, Huang Jingping didn't care about her daughter's request.

This little boy does look cute, and her mother, although she looks equally young, looks very well-educated. Apart from the children in the community, her daughter has no other friends, so it's a good thing to make more friends.

"You like this little brother very much? Okay, this lady..." She was about to introduce herself when two girls carrying large and small bags walked into the supermarket and saw her at a glance, "Jingping," Wu Xinyang called.

"Keep your voice down," Zheng Jiayi touched her, "This is a public place,"

"Sorry, sorry," Wu Xinyang smiled and apologized to the people around her, squeezing next to Huang Jingping, "What a coincidence!"

"Xinyang, Jiayi, you are here to shop too,"

"Yes, it's okay to stay at home, sorry, Xinyang, she just drank a little wine," Zheng Jiayi explained with a smile.

"How about, let's go to my house next, you know, Yiping is not here either," Huang Jingping suggested.

The familiar name jumped into her ears, and Ma Ling's heart trembled over there. Sure enough! She was not wrong at all.

She quickly looked at her son. She was now called Feng Yiping, but Ping.

Vincent was looking at the two people talking with some confusion. Although they spoke in Mandarin, the little guy was obviously very sensitive to his father's name.

Fortunately, the character "Ping" in Huang Jingping's name is pronounced the same as the character "Ping" in Feng Yiping's name, otherwise, the little girl would probably ask out loud.

Wu Xinyang also helped, "Hello Amanda, this is your new friend, wow, so cute!"

Zheng Jiayi's eyes were also attracted to Vincent, oh, what a cute little guy!

Ma Ling was somewhat grateful to the two Chinese girls who joined later, as they had created an opportunity for her to escape.

She squatted down and saw the two little guys holding hands, feeling a little helpless, are you so close?

"Baby, look, my sister has something to do at home today, and we have something to do at home too, let's find time to play together next time, okay?"

Her reason was very strong, and Huang Jingping and the others also knew that on Thanksgiving Day, Americans also had to reunite with their families, so it would be bad to delay them and cause trouble for them.

"Yes, let's play with our brother next time, okay?"

The hands of the two little guys finally loosened, "Okay," both of them were a little reluctant.

"My name is Amanda," Amanda looked at Vincent.

"My name is Vincent,"

"Goodbye Vincent,"

"Goodbye Amanda,"

"Our Amanda is really generous," Zheng Jiayi kissed Amanda's little face, watching Ma Ling holding Vincent and walking out the door, "But, did you leave your contact information?"

"I really forgot," Huang Jingping just remembered.

It seemed that the two little guys were leading the conversation just now.

Wu Xinyang looked at the hot pot ingredients that Ma Ling had chosen but didn't pay for, and glanced at Amanda again, looking thoughtful.

"What are you thinking about? I told you to drink less. Jingping invited us to her house," Zheng Jiayi said.

"Okay," Wu Xinyang said immediately.

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"Jiayi, do you think that the little boy named Vincent looks a bit like Amanda?" Wu Xinyang just asked a question, and the next second he shouted, "Hey, be careful,"

Zheng Jiayi's hand trembled, and the car tilted, "What are you talking about, how is it possible?"

"Don't be nervous, listen to my analysis, you see, two equally young and beautiful mothers, the father of two children, you can see that they have oriental ancestry, and the two children are so close when they meet,"

"Also, don't you think Vincent's mother's behavior is a bit abnormal, picking out things but not buying them,"

"Please, does this support your conclusion?" Zheng Jiayi said.

"Well, it's a bit far-fetched," Wu Xinyang also felt that it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

But after hearing what Wu Xinyang said, Zheng Jiayi also remembered one thing, that Vincent's mother, she seemed to have seen it somewhere.