Chapter 1661: Can’t Cry

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

The matter before him was of great importance, not only to Huang Jingping and Ma Ling, but also to Amanda and Vincent, so he thought about how to speak and how to say it for a long time.

He felt that at least when he was confessing, he should never emphasize how nice Ma Ling was and how considerate he was, how kind Vincent was and how envious he was, and he should never mention himself and Ma Ling. Spiritual compatibility.

Regarding Ma Ling's family, from never accepting themselves, to resisting, to now not objecting..., don't say anything good either.

Saying this can only make Huang Jingping feel more painful.

Therefore, in addition to acknowledging that Ma Ling was good-looking, he used direct narration. But obviously, such a straightforward fact was a big enough blow to Huang Jingping.

Looking at Huang Jingping sitting there crumbling, he was also very uncomfortable. He rubbed Huang Jingping's cold hands and said, "Jingping, listen to me, this matter has always troubled me and made me uncomfortable. Of course, this It's my own fault and I can't blame anyone else."

Huang Jingping let him hold her hands, her eyes closed tightly, her face pale, sitting on the edge of the bed, but she was like a waterweed in the stormy sea, helpless, swaying, watching the next moment. He looked like he was about to fall down.

"Jingping," Feng Yiping hugged her, feeling like he was holding a ball of ice in his arms, but Huang Jingping still seemed to have lost consciousness and had no reaction.

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

At this time, Huang Jingping's eyes were closed, her face was pale, and even her long hair looked a lot duller. "Jingping, please speak," Feng Yiping held her hand, "Don't scare me. ,"

Huang Jingping slowly turned her head to one side and her body too.

Feng Yiping breathed a sigh of relief, just respond, just respond.

"I am confessing to you today. What I am thinking is..., I have no other meaning. I am not asking you to forgive me, it is not..., I just feel that the mistake has been made and things have become difficult..."

"Irreversible damage has been caused. I just thought that maybe, if I tell you about this myself, it will cause less harm to you than if you find out through other channels,"

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

But then, he didn't hear any crying. The hand he was holding tightly was still very cold, "Wait a moment,"

Feng Yiping rushed to the door, "Owen, boil a pot of mineral water immediately,"

"Okay," Owen said without any nonsense. He turned around and ordered his men to find an electric kettle.

In South America, or in other words, before Chinese tourists bought it all over the world, this was a rare thing in many places in the world.

"The water will be boiling soon." Feng Yiping hurried back to the master bedroom and was surprised to find that there was no one on the bed. He suddenly panicked, "Jingping," he rushed to the bathroom, but no one was there, and then hurried back to the living room. When I was about to go to the balcony to take a look, I saw Huang Jingping holding Amanda in her arms, coming out of the children's room in front of the master bedroom, and staggering towards the master bedroom.

Amanda must have been very tired in the past two days. She was still sleeping soundly in her mother's arms. Maybe Huang Jingping's holding position was not good at this time, and her little body twisted a few times.

Feng Yiping saw Huang Jingping walking unsteadily, feeling sad and guilty, and hurriedly walked over, "I'll do it,"

Huang Jingping turned away, hugged Amanda tighter, and continued to walk forward. Feng Yiping could only follow with open hands, like an old mother spreading her wings, worried that the mother and daughter would fall.

Fortunately, although Huang Jingping walked unsteadily, she was still steady. She walked to the bed and gently put Amanda on the bed. Then she also lay down, holding her daughter tightly, as before, He was silent and his eyes were closed.

Feng Yiping originally wanted to explain more, but he was worried about disturbing his daughter, so he could only walk around the bedroom, but he did not dare to make too much noise. In the end, he had to sit at the end of the bed and look at the two of them.

Yesterday, this would have been a very warm scene, but now, it seems that a barrier has been erected between this side and that side. The family that was so affectionate yesterday has now been divided into two parties.

I don’t know how to explain to my daughter when she wakes up and discovers this situation.

Even before he said what he said it was best not to let his daughter know, he had already become what he is now.

well!

"Boss," Owen called softly in the living room.

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

"Thanks,"

At this time, someone behind him called out again, "Carol,"

He looked back and saw Huang Jingping standing at the door of the bedroom holding the door. She looked so haggard that it made people feel distressed. "Let's go back and have a drink of boiled water. Owen, call Carol."

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

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

Carol and Owen both looked at Feng Yiping who was standing aside. Feng Yiping nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Carol, who was still a little confused, followed Owen's signal and walked out of the suite. As the door was gently closed, the suite fell into awkward silence again.

Huang Jingping acted as if she didn't see Feng Yiping, and still lay down beside Amanda.

"Take off your coat, it will be more comfortable that way,"

Huang Jingping didn't say anything, and looked coldly at his outstretched hand.

Feng Yiping retracted his hand awkwardly, "Then I'll run the water, you take a bath,"

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Feng Yiping sat blankly on the edge of the bathtub, listening to the water rushing, and like Huang Jingping, he didn't move at all.

He knew how much harm his confession would bring to Huang Jingping. He had imagined many results in advance, including Huang Jingping crying and scolding him, even crying and hitting him, or crying silently..., but he didn't expect this kind of situation, not crying or making a fuss.

Although this situation was less noisy than the noisy and chaotic scene he was worried about, and he didn't seem to be that embarrassed, this situation made him most worried.

If she cried loudly, it would be fine, crying would be equivalent to her reducing the pressure, and crying would also relieve some of her anger.

If she was forcing herself not to cry, that would be good news, because she really cared about the present and would do everything she could to save the situation.

But now she really couldn't even cry, which was a bit tricky.

How depressed, sad, and disappointed was she that she couldn't even cry?

If such emotions could not be vented in time, how intense would they be when they could no longer be suppressed in the future?

Think about her courage and determination to leave her job and run to the city to find him without telling her parents. Alas!

When he came to his senses, he found that the water had overflowed from the bathtub and his pants were soaked.

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

Huang Jingping didn't move.

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

Huang Jingping moved to the other side, and Amanda in her arms moved a little, so Feng Yiping quickly stopped further actions.

"Then you go to sleep first," he turned off the light and sat aside. In the dark night, he looked at the bed over there and sat there for half the night.

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"Dad, dad," Feng Yiping woke up and found that it was already dawn. When did he fall asleep?

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

"Dad, do you have the answer to your question?"

Feng Yiping was stunned. What question was I thinking about?

"When I woke up, you were sleeping here. Mom said that you got up early in the morning to think about the problem, but you were too absorbed in thinking, so you fell asleep,"

"Where's Mom?" Feng Yiping touched her 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 sign.

"Mom is outside. She told me that we should go home,"

Is she not even talking to herself? Feng Yiping sighed, "Okay, let's go home,"