The living room was a little quiet.
"Mom, I'm full. I'm going back to my room to read."
Manman put down the bowl and chopsticks. He didn't want to embarrass his mother, so he jumped off the stool and walked towards the bedroom.
께's figure was mournful from head to toe.
Xia Xia was conflicted, wanting to stay with her mother but also wanting to accompany her brother.
Jiang Ningning reached out and touched her head to comfort her daughter first.
Then she raised her almond-shaped eyes and glanced at the culprit with displeasure: "What happened between you and your son in the yard just now?"
"He happily moved a wooden bench to sit under the eaves, waiting for you to get off work."
Huo Donglin moved his lips: "My son is my father, and I am fooling him again."
“…”
Jiang Ningning stared at him silently for a while, wondering if this guy was usually quite smart, but he couldn't tell good from bad when facing his son?
Thinking of Manman's pitiful look, her heart tightened. She raised her chin and pointed to the bedroom: "Why don't you go and comfort her quickly?"
Let them resolve the conflicts between children, otherwise, if this goes on, the trust between children that has just been established in Manman's heart will collapse.
Originally lacking love for five years, he had complicated feelings towards his relative Huo Donglin.
Huo Donglin has always been a man of swift and decisive actions. He put down his chopsticks and walked into the bedroom.
"Mom..." Xia Xia's dark pupils were filled with worry.
Jiang Ningning picked up some scrambled eggs for her and said with a smile, "Try to trust Dad for once, okay?"
Xia Xia was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded and began to eat the eggs.
"Baby, you're so great." Jiang Ningning kissed her cheek.
My daughter couldn't see where she was, her almond-shaped eyes still filled with worry.
bedroom.
The quilt was bulging into a ball.
Hearing the sound of military boots hitting the ground, the guy stood still for an instant.
Huo Donglin tried to pull the quilt, but the other corner was pressed down hard.
It was obvious that his son was angry with himself.
When Jiang Ningning was not around, Huo Donglin actually didn't know how to get along with the children alone, because Huo Weiguo had never taught him.
The impression is that my father is strict and selfish.
He sat by the bed.
Then I felt the lump in the quilt move to the side.
The tense atmosphere relaxed, and Huo Donglin laughed twice, "I thought of a few names, listen to which one you want, if you don't answer, I'll just find a random person."
A corner was quietly opened in the quilt.
Huo Donglin pretended not to see it, spread out the paper, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Huo Luheng, Huo Tingjun, Huo Qinglang..."
As the names were read out, the corners of the quilt were lifted higher and higher.
A hoarse, milky voice rang out: "Huo Yanqi."
"Um?"
"I like Huo Yanxi because my mother said that the truth is darker than ink, and an excellent criminal investigation police officer must use the light of thought to see through it."
Huo Donglin recited this sentence silently, and his mind suddenly became clear.
My son has always aspired to be a policeman. He has a strong sense of responsibility at a young age and is extremely proud of himself.
After saying this, Manman felt a little embarrassed and planned to get back into bed.
Huo Donglin was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the little guy into his arms. The little guy struggled violently, but was held tightly by the big hand.
"Bad black guy!" She looked at him stubbornly and persistently.
He raised his chubby face, his eyes were wet and red at the corners, it was obvious that he had just been crying in bed.
This guy really felt wronged.
In an instant, it overlapped with the black egg.
Huo Donglin's heart ached. "I'm sorry, Dad was wrong. I made a very serious subjective assumption and shouldn't have made random assumptions about you."
He didn't want to see the day when the relationship between his son and himself would be tense, just like the cold relationship between him and Huo Weiguo.
After seeing his son's despair and sadness, he ignored his pride and confessed his inner feelings to him: "Son, do you know how much Dad wants you to recognize him?"
"I know I was very irresponsible. I left you and your two children at home without caring about you. You were bullied by your evil grandmother. Your mother has protected and accompanied you for the past five years. I accept your blame for me. But please give me a chance to make it up to you and your mother, okay?"
My eyes were blurred with tears, and I said in my heart: You can never make up for that mother.
He absolutely could not say these words, and he would keep them to himself until his death.
But Manman still felt very aggrieved and sad, and her shoulders felt heavy and tired. All the emotions piled up together, like something beating against my chest, sore and painful.
Jiang Ningning comforted her daughter and told her not to worry.
When I heard my son crying in the living room, I couldn't help but rush in immediately.
"Mom, hold me..."
Open your hands full.
When he saw his mother, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.
It hit Huo Donglin's arm with a "pa pa" sound, making him feel dazed and uncomfortable.
A pair of black eyes looked at his wife helplessly.
This made Jiang Ningning's voice stuck in her throat. She went forward to take her son over, and the boy lay in her familiar arms, crying out of breath.
But he was so sensible that in order not to worry his mother, he made up a story: "I really like the name my father gave me. The children in the former family compound always said that if you don't have a formal name, you are a wild child. Mom, my sister and I have formal names, so we are no longer wild children, right?"
This bit of acting skills may fool Huo Donglin, who is full of guilt, but it cannot fool Jiang Ningning, who is with her day and night.
Obviously the son didn't want his father to know, Jiang Ningning respected his son's wishes and didn't expose him on the spot.
Half an hour later, she tiptoed back to the living room.
"Falling asleep?" Huo Donglin asked in a low voice.
Jiang Ningning nodded.
Seeing her right hand gently pounding her waist, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, Huo Donglin stood up and pulled her to the second bedroom, "Lie down, I'll rub it for you."
Jiang Ningning had to stand all day to draw on the blackboard, and she felt sore in the waist and back, so she just lay down on it.
The man's technique was very good, with just the right amount of strength. He had mastered the technique since he had massaged her feet last time.
I don't even know when I fell asleep.
This sleep was not very peaceful, like a prairie fire rolling over the snow, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.
Jiang Ningning woke up with a suppressed groan, opened her eyes, and suddenly met the gaze of a handsome face.
Under the palm of her hand, the man's waist and abdomen had a clearly defined muscle that rose and fell with his breathing, causing her fingertips to tremble with the heat.
"I checked the goods early in the morning. Are you satisfied?" The low and hoarse voice shook my eardrums.
Jiang Ningning retracted her hand as if she had received an electric shock, her heart beating so fast that it seemed to burst out of her chest. She pretended to be calm and commented: "It's OK, just average. Practice more."
She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and walked out as if nothing had happened.
Huo Donglin was left standing there in a daze, without any romantic thoughts in his mind.
Is it ok?
Just so-so?
More practice?
The combination of these three sentences is like a bolt from the blue!
Twenty-eight minutes later, the soldiers discovered that they had to do five more rounds of morning exercises, and they felt like the sky was falling.
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