Fancy brainwashing
When Zhao Guomin returned home, Aunt Chen was cooking. There was such a big fight last night that Aunt Chen was quite scared. She was afraid that Zhao Guomin would get angry and go out to mess around. Many men have done this. What's more, Zhao Guomin was the boss, so the girl had to take the initiative to approach him.
Yesterday, she took advantage of Song Xiaojuan's better mood and gave her some advice, but she didn't know if she listened or not.
Zhao Guomin originally wanted to go straight into the bedroom, but when he walked to the door, he smelled the smell of cigarette smoke on himself, then turned into the bathroom to take a shower.
When he came out, Song Xiaojuan had already gotten up. Zhao Guomin opened the door, and Song Xiaojuan opened it, and the two of them walked towards each other.
After a night's sleep, Song Xiaojuan's anger subsided a little, but she still had a dull expression when she saw Zhao Guomin.
"Are you feeling better?" Zhao Guomin took her to the bedroom.
Song Xiaojuan sat on the bed, turning her face away and not looking at him.
Zhao Guomin squeezed next to her and pinched the back of her neck: "Are you feeling better?"
Song Xiaojuan raised her arm, waved his hand away, and moved aside. Tears began to flow unconsciously, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you think I was unreasonable last night? Why do you care about me?"
Zhao Guomin quickly took a tissue to wipe her face: "Don't cry, don't cry, I don't miss you that much. I know it's all the old lady's fault. Haven't we sent her away? No one will make you angry in the future." As he said this, he pressed Song Xiaojuan in his arms and patted her shoulder.
Once Song Xiaojuan controlled her emotions, her rationality and IQ all came back. As a man, you should be tough when you need to be tough, and soft when you need to be soft.
Now is not the time to pursue his past mistakes. The best approach is to tell him about your grievances and needs during this period, and make him feel guilty and find ways to compensate him.
She used his clothes as a tissue and wiped her tears on it: "I know I shouldn't have been so angry yesterday, but I was too sad. Since giving birth to Nian Nian, he wakes up several times and I wake up several times every night. Do you know how many times I almost fell asleep while driving and almost had a car accident? People pointed at my nose and called me blind." At this point, Song Xiaojuan was crying.
Zhao Guomin's grip on her tightened, and he frowned: "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
Song Xiaojuan raised her head from his chest and wiped her tears with a tissue: "I didn't tell you this because I didn't want you to worry about it too, not to mention that you've already asked the old lady to help me look after the child. I thought that even though she always finds fault with me, she can help take care of Nian Nian, which will make things a lot easier for you, so I'll just endure it. Yesterday, Qiu Yao asked me to go shopping, and I thought about buying the old lady a piece of clothing. It must be hard for her to help take care of the child at her age. As a result, I came back a little late, and before I could say anything, she scolded me. Aunt Chen heard it outside, and she said that all the money I earned was from selling things, and I've never been scolded like that in my life." The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears fell down her face: "You know, at that moment I really wanted to jump off the building."
Zhao Guomin looked at Song Xiaojuan's sad and aggrieved expression. At that moment, he felt like something was cutting his heart and his voice was hoarse: "Don't talk nonsense! This is my fault. I shouldn't have let the old lady come. I promise you that this kind of thing will never happen again." After that, he hugged her tightly.
Her crying and complaining about her grievances completely eliminated the dissatisfaction that Zhao Guomin had in his heart.
Song Xiaojuan pushed his shoulder away and looked at Zhao Guomin with tears in her eyes: "Husband, do you know what I love most about you?"
Zhao Guomin was stunned by her sudden confession: "What?"
Song Xiaojuan put her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, staring at the wall. "I love you for your commitment and sense of responsibility. You're a good father and even a good husband. You knew that after sending the old lady away, your life would be very difficult, and you might even be unable to go out for drinks with friends at night. But you still sent her away for me. Thank you, husband, for being so kind to me and loving me so much. You know, you're even more attractive like this. Women all love men like you. Luckily, I acted quickly, otherwise I would have worried that you would have been snatched away."
Zhao Guomin was completely stunned by this sweet talk, and he said dryly: "Of course I am the father of the child." He even blushed a little after saying this, he didn't think so much.
But now that I have said it, if I don’t do it, wouldn’t it be a bit…
As a man, who doesn’t want to be a hero in the eyes of a woman?
Zhao Guomin is usually very smart, but he didn't realize at this time that he was being set up by Song Xiaojuan, who created a responsible personality for him.
The more times Song Xiaojuan said it, the more he began to feel that he was such a person.
When his friend asked him to go for a drink, he looked at Song Xiaojuan and refused.
Song Xiaojuan lay down in front of him, hugged his arm, and said coquettishly: "You don't want to go because you are worried that I will be tired of taking care of Niannian alone? I told Qiu Yao yesterday that you are not even attending dinner parties because you are taking care of Niannian. You don't know the envy and jealousy in her eyes at that time."
Zhao Guomin rubbed his nose uncomfortably. "Everyone has their own way of living. Why compare them? But Li Fengjiang is a bit neglectful of his family."
"Yes, I'm really far behind you." Song Xiaojuan nodded in agreement.
She laughed in her heart. This man loves to compare no matter how old he is.
She is not the only one with the child. A man should take care of the child. Why can he drink? But she never expresses it.
Speaking is an art. Being harsh may not work, but being soft will not lose face.
Good words don’t cost money, the most important thing is to achieve the goal.
Song Xiaojuan was not only praising him. When Zhao Jianian was six months old, he and his wife took the child downstairs for a walk. When others asked how the child grew up so well, Song Xiaojuan said that it was because of his father's good care. His father was busy every day, but he still helped me take care of him when he came home from get off work. If I were alone, I would be exhausted.
Everyone around him is envious, and everyone in the community praises Zhao Guomin. Now everyone in the community knows that he is a good father.
The atmosphere has been set to this point, and Zhao Guomin’s image as a good father must not collapse.
Song Xiaojuan would occasionally make promises to him: "Look how smart Niannian is now. I think it's all thanks to you, husband. No wonder people say that children raised by fathers are smart, because men can see farther than women in terms of vision and pattern. A father's thoughts can really influence the children. If I were to take care of him, Niannian would become old and stupid. I guess my son in the future will only be good with you as his father." After saying this, she showed a sad expression.
"No, if he dares to treat you badly, I will beat him!" At this time, Zhao Guomin was teasing Zhao Jianian to sit up. Although he felt that Song Xiaojuan's words were a bit exaggerated and even a bit intentional, she had brainwashed him in various ways for such a long time that Zhao Guomin thought he was a good father in his mind, and his sense of responsibility towards Zhao Jianian grew stronger and stronger.
He even felt that the responsibility for the child's healthy growth lay with him. Now he didn't need Song Xiaojuan to say anything. He would come home at night and take the initiative to see the child. Sometimes, when his friends asked him to come over during breaks, he would not go out and would just stay at home to take care of the child.
Song Xiaojuan saw it with joy, but sometimes she also worried that she had gone too far. Zhao Guomin was so unsympathetic...
Wouldn't it be the same outside? If someone praised him, he would get arrogant. That would be too stupid.
Aunt Chen noticed the changes in the family during this period. Since that big fight, Song Xiaojuan has never had an emotional outburst again. Everyone thought she was just angry and no one thought she had postpartum depression.
She even joked with Song Xiaojuan, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Mr. Zhao isn't the kind of person who would be fooled by anyone's compliments. He's willing to let you fool him because he cares about you and Nian Nian. Look at that irresponsible man. He won't care if you argue with him."
Song Xiaojuan smiled but said nothing. What her aunt said was half right and half wrong. No matter what kind of man he was, he needed to be trained.
That night, Zhao Guomin had an appointment to discuss something with someone from a juice factory and did not go home. Aunt Chen also had some matters to attend to at home, so she asked for leave and left.
Song Xiaojuan takes care of Zhao Jianian at home alone. Now he can stand up with the help of the headboard and take a few unsteady steps. Song Xiaojuan is supporting him from the side.
"Niannian, call mom, mom," Song Xiaojuan taught him. The first word the child called out was "Dad." Song Xiaojuan taught him to call mom many times, but he still couldn't do it. His baby voice was: "Pa pa pa."
"Mother"
"Pa pa" He knew that what he said was wrong, and he smiled at Song Xiaojuan after saying it.
Before Song Xiaojuan could start teaching, her cell phone rang. It was Liu Yu calling, saying that there was an emergency at home and she wanted to take a day off tomorrow. Song Xiaojuan gave her the leave and expressed her concern. As they were talking, they heard a clang from behind, followed by a loud cry.
Song Xiaojuan didn't even have time to hang up the phone. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Jianian lying on the ground. Song Xiaojuan was so scared that she picked him up and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Tell mommy where it hurts." As she spoke, she checked around.
Fortunately, the bed was not high and there was a carpet on the floor to prevent him from falling.
After checking, they found that the child had not fallen anywhere, but he kept crying and could not be comforted. He kept making noises. Song Xiaojuan called Zhao Guomin twice but he did not answer.
"Niannian, good boy, look what this is." Song Xiaojuan was shaking a rattle back and forth. It was unclear whose temper Zhao Jianian resembled. The chubby boy pushed the rattle away with his hand and started crying.
Song Xiaojuan's irritability returned: "Stop crying, okay? What on earth do you want to do?"
"Ahhhhhhh."
"Your father doesn't answer the phone! Stop crying, okay?" Song Xiaojuan collapsed.
For a moment, Song Xiaojuan impulsively wanted to cover his mouth so that she could have peace, but she knew that was wrong.
Song Xiaojuan called Zhao Guomin again, and luckily he answered this time: "Hello, what's up?"
"Where are you? Go home now." Song Xiaojuan didn't realize that her voice was particularly stiff.
Zhao Guomin heard it and immediately left the dinner party and drove home.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard Zhao Jianian crying, and her voice was obviously hoarse.
Zhao Guomin ran to the bedroom without even having time to change his shoes. Zhao Jianian sat on the bed and howled at the top of his lungs with his mouth open.
Song Xiaojuan sat on the ground, hugging her legs with a dull look in her eyes.
Zhao Guomin first picked up Zhao Jianian and carried him back and forth. Zhao Jianian probably saw his father and slowly stopped crying.
Song Xiaojuan stood up and staggered for a while, fortunately she held on to the wardrobe. She went to the study, closed the door, and finally had some peace and quiet.
Zhao Guomin looked at Song Xiaojuan's back with deep eyes.
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