"Dad, why are you alone? Didn't you say that mom is coming back for dinner?" Rong Beiming walked to his dad and sat on the armrest of the sofa.
"You brat, if you don't say that, you will never step foot in this house again." Rong Tian glared at his son dissatisfied, and then stared at the TV to watch the news.
Rong Beiming leaned over and picked up the remote control panel from the coffee table. Just as he was about to change the channel, Rong Tian stopped him: "You are not allowed to change the channel, the city news is on."
"Oh! You can't see the real person, but you want to watch a fake one on TV? Please, that's your wife, show your manly spirit and call her home to have dinner with you."
"When will it be your turn to teach me a lesson? You brat!"
Rong Beiming picked up the hem of his clothes and smelled it: "Does it smell? If it really does, it's your fault too."
"Stop talking!"
"Oh! Mom is out, look at this momentum..." A scene of leaders of the Municipal Party Committee of City A coming to guide the work appeared on the TV screen.
After a while, the news was finished, Rong Tian sighed, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
"Beiming, have you thought about it?"
"No, I didn't think about it," Rong Beiming knew as soon as he heard that his father was talking about letting him pursue an official career again, "Dad, do your best and show your respect."
"Asshole, you have been a soldier for several years. I asked you to stay in the army, but you wanted to retire. When I asked you to go to the government, you wanted to do business. If you have something, those reporters will dig up all the eighteen generations of your ancestors.
Come out. When the time comes, you will embarrass us, are you embarrassed?"
"Didn't I live in City A? Don't worry, in City B, I have the absolute ability to make those meddlesome people keep their mouths shut. What's more, people who are not close to you don't even know who your son and I are.
." Rong Beiming continued to joke with his father in a relaxed manner.
"Your mother said that she will let you rest for another year. After one year, you will follow her arrangements."
"Why! I'm not from City A. I'm not under my mother's control. Besides, I..."
At this time, after a burst of footsteps, Feng Lan's slightly stern voice came: "What am I? You have been messing around day by day, aren't you tired?"
"When did I mess up?" Rong Beiming looked aggrieved, then patted Rong Tian on the shoulder, "Dad, your mayor's wife is back."
"Nothing big or small," Feng Lan's dignified and beautiful face showed a little tiredness. She sat down next to Rong Tian, "Ming, when did you come back?"
"I just came back for a while, Mom, I'm going to ask them to start dinner!" Rong Beiming ran towards the restaurant as if he was running away.
"How old are you? You're not serious yet. Rong Tian, have you told him?"
"I told you, but he's still not happy."
"It's not his fault."
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After dinner, Rong Beiming stood on the balcony of his room, looking at the branches and leaves under the street lamp in trance.
Is she okay?
If he just left her like this, would she cry? She would definitely cry! Why couldn't he hold it back today? Why did he hit her? He clenched his hand suddenly, as if Yu Nianen's tears were still on it, warm.
, but it burns my heart.
He irritably took out the cigarette case, took one, lit it, and took an elegant puff. Suddenly, his handsome face was shrouded in the thin smoke in the night.
He would never hit a woman, but when she looked at him with a look that could kill someone, with infinite contempt and told him that she was just a substitute, he couldn't control his anger.