She took his cigarette and threw it into the trash can, and said he was annoying. It seemed that this girl was unreasonable and I had to admit defeat.
He held up his hands and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, Xiaojing, dad is wrong... I shouldn't smoke. I will quit smoking from now on, okay... As long as my daughter is happy, everything I do is worth it!"
Yao Xiaojing suppressed the emotion between her brows and asked in a low voice: "Really, you can do whatever I ask you to do?"
"Well, yes, I, Yao Zhiyuan, have never kept my words." He promised, patting his chest. As long as it was for her and his wife, and Yao Zhiyuan's life was taken, he would not blink an eye.
Yao Xiaojing put down her chopsticks and said with a solemn expression and a hint of pity: "I want you to let Chen Mufeng go."
Yao Zhiyuan was stunned. How long had it been since he heard his daughter's humble plea? In his memory, there were only a handful of times when she would succumb to the plea. Usually, she either made a mistake and begged him for forgiveness, or it was for some ulterior reason.
The purpose was to use a strategy. The big black eyes turned slightly, the long eyelashes fluttered, and she immediately transformed into the lovable Yao Xiaojing.
In fact, deep down.
Only he understands that his daughter is related to the Demon King...
But now, she actually came here for that military academy student whose exposure was almost blinding. What's so good about that boy? He actually let two beautiful girls, oh no, plus that guy Lao Qin, take turns to him
plead.
Did he do anything heinous to Chen Mufeng? He just wanted to know what happened to his daughter and him in Zhaoshan, and never thought of punishing him. These people thought of Yao Zhiyuan as a general with a weak belly.
Seeing the awkward way in which his daughter lowered her stance and took the initiative to seek peace, Yao Zhiyuan's heart, which had been bright and clear just now, was suddenly besieged by waves of acid.
He didn't say anything, picked up his chopsticks, carefully selected Yao Xiaojing's favorite cabbage sum and diced chicken, put them into her lunch box, mixed them evenly with the soup topped with fish-flavored shredded pork, and handed it to her.
"Are you going to agree...say something?" Yao Xiaojing pushed open the lunch box and asked him with wide eyes.
Yao Zhiyuan picked up the lunch box with a smile, mixed the vegetables into the rice, and started to slurp. While eating, he praised: "Not bad, really good... This Hunan taste is still to my liking... Come on."
..My daughter, the food tastes delicious! The dishes your father has chosen for you are all of your favorite tastes. Come and eat! Don’t waste it."
"I don't want to eat...I..." Yao Xiaojing still wanted to be anxious, but Yao Zhiyuan pointed at her with a slightly angry expression and said: "Be obedient and eat quickly. After you finish eating, I will tell you about him."
The level of officialdom is overwhelming.
Yao Xiaojing had no choice but to pick up the delicious and fragrant lunch box and stuff the rice grains into her mouth.
At first, she pushed it into her mouth little by little with emotion, but later, she didn't need anyone to supervise it, and put it into her mouth in big mouthfuls, while her eyes were still on the diced meat and mushrooms in the vegetable box.
Yao Zhiyuan deliberately picked out her favorite food and put it in a small bowl on the side. He said dissatisfiedly: "How does this Xiao Yang do things? He said that he should follow the military dining standards, so why do he let the canteen put so much meat? Really
, and these mushrooms, don’t they cost money?”
Yao Xiaojing pretended to be upright and solemn, looked at the rice grains in the lunch box and began to count them.
Suddenly, her lunch box was grabbed by Yao Zhiyuan, and a small bowl of food was poured directly into her rice: "Don't waste it, finish it..." Yao Xiaojing's appetite was cultivated by him with one chopstick and one spoon, looking at the entire compound
Few of her children dare to compare with her beauty.
"That's enough...you're feeding the pigs..." Yao Xiaojing complained as she looked at the piled lunch boxes.
Yao Zhiyuan laughed loudly, pinched the tip of his daughter's nose out of habit, and said with a smile: "Aren't you just daddy's little pig..."
The atmosphere was too intimate, which made Yao Xiaojing feel a little awkward. Over the past few years, she had hardly sat down to eat with her father like this. She was used to being alone, without a father or a mother, and living what she thought was an independent life, but every time
In the dead of night, the pain and grievances buried deep in her heart, as well as the ever-present loneliness and resentment, would wrap around her tightly, making her almost suffocate and collapse.
She lowered her eyelashes and calmly avoided Yao Zhiyuan's touch: "Let's eat." Even her voice became cold and distant.
Yao Zhiyuan's hand was still stretched out in the air, like a statue that had been hit, and did not move for a while.
A somewhat awkward atmosphere permeated the relationship between father and daughter. Yao Zhiyuan slowly put down his suddenly heavy arms and said in a gloomy tone: "Eat more, eat enough."
"Yeah." Yao Xiaojing concentrated on eating and did not raise her head to talk to him again.
After we had eaten, it was time to get down to business.
But when Yao Xiaojing saw that most of the food was left in front of Yao Zhiyuan, she couldn't help but frown slightly: "You are so happy to urge me, why don't you eat? Don't you know it is shameful to waste food?"
Yao Zhiyuan's eyebrows condensed for a moment, but they quickly dispersed. He picked up the lunch box with a smile, took a big mouthful of it, and finished the rest of the meal in a while.
"Here, give the empty lunch box to Dad." He is accustomed to cleaning up after the meal before he can do other things with peace of mind.
Yao Xiaojing said nothing, stood up, grabbed his empty lunch box, and pushed the dried pork rib soup in front of him: "You said, don't waste it." She said softly.
Yao Zhiyuan smiled happily and drank the nourishing pork rib soup in one go.
After collecting the bowls and chopsticks, Yao Xiaojing handed them to the orderly at the door to clean them.
When Yao Zhiyuan saw her walking away, he turned sideways to suppress his burning stomach, frowning tightly to resist the pain from inside his body. After a while, he heard the door knock, and immediately pretended to be fine, letting go of his hand.
As he tapped on the table, his eyebrows also relaxed.
He smiled and waved to Yao Xiaojing and said, "Come on, daughter, talk to daddy about your Chen Mufeng."
Yao Xiaojing glanced at Yao Zhiyuan with complicated eyes, walked over with a limp, and sat down on the chair opposite him.
"Today, you are late." Yao Zhiyuan started with a confusing opening statement.
Yao Xiaojing immediately misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he had dealt with Chen Mufeng first. She couldn't help but look angry and said in an urgent tone: "What did you do to him?"