"It doesn't matter. Just keep doing it and your heart will come back. Don't mess with me in the future. I never hit women. You asked me to make an exception." He stared at her red and swollen cheeks. Although his eyes were still cold, she
But there was a hint of imperceptible care, pampering and tenderness in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand to touch the dazzling, heart-piercing red mark. Although the slap was not with full strength, it was not something that her weak body could bear.
He has never hit a woman, and no woman has ever hit him.
Unexpectedly, she hit him twice; and the first time he hit a woman, it was her.
Yu Nianen turned his head away and avoided his hand.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" This woman always made him make an exception. He frowned. It was the first time he said these three words to a woman other than his mother.
When he was a child, when he was naughty and caused trouble when he came home, he would only give in and apologize under severe sanctions from his grandfather and father.
At this moment, seeing her aggrieved expression, her indifferent and stubborn eyes, and those five fingerprints, he easily gave in and gave up.
Speaking of which, wasn't it all caused by her hurtful words?
"Okay! It's time to have dinner. No matter what you have, can you just think about the future?" He raised his hand and wiped away the tears on the edge of her eyes with his fingertips.
His heart was churning, and there was a slight pain. It was very slight, but it was enough to make him feel uncomfortable.
"Mr. Rong, your phone number!" At this time, Aunt Ling stood at the door, gently pressing the open door and whispering.
"Yeah!" Rong Beiming responded, then stroked Yu Nianen's shoulder, then turned and walked out of the practice room.
He walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and picked up the phone receiver placed on the small table: "Hello! Is this dad?" At this time, it was usually his dad Rong Tian who called home.
"Beiming," Rong Tian's slightly deep voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "I'll be back for dinner, waiting for you!"
"No! What time will it be when I get home? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" City A is two or three hours away from here, and it's on the highway.
"It's okay, your mother will be back for dinner today, and it will be very late. Come on, go drive now, don't be nagging!"
"What's the matter?"
"Your grandpa will come back from your uncle tomorrow. He said he must see you. Brat, hurry up, hurry up, understand!"
"Okay!" When he grew up, the only elder who could suppress him and make him obey was his grandfather Feng Zhenhai.
When I joined the army at that time, I was deeply influenced by my grandfather, the commander.
He didn't dare not listen to what the old man said.
"Okay, I'll do it right away. Dad, if you are caught speeding by electronic eyes on the highway, you will be responsible."
"Don't talk nonsense, drive well, and if you get a ticket, just wait for your grandpa to deal with you!"
Rong Beiming smiled, knowing that this was the result. Since childhood, although he was born in a high-ranking family, he was taught by words and deeds how to be a good person.
When I was a kid, even if I got into trouble because I was naughty, I would be severely punished when I got home.
Leading by example are four words that my grandpa often talks about.
"That's it, Dad, I'll be back in a minute!"
"What a moment? Speeding is not allowed! Do you hear that?" Rong Tian added uneasily. His son has not been in the army for a long time, and he has not been with him for a long time. He is afraid of two words: relax!