I woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning and touched it habitually, so naturally there was no one around.

The curtains slowly slid open, but it was not clear outside. It was raining and drizzling. Feng Yiping felt that he was depressed all of a sudden and didn't want to move at all.

It may be the emptiness after completing another thing, the unreasonable pain in autumn, or the email I read before going to bed yesterday. In short, I feel that it is particularly comfortable whether it is a pillow or a quilt.

But he didn't have the blessing to fall asleep again, so he leaned against the head of the bed, watching the rain and flowers and trees outside, and was stunned for a while before he remembered something, he got out of bed, took the computer and climbed onto the bed.

After a while, Huang Jingping with a headband appeared on the screen, "Hey, why are you still on the bed?"

"It's raining, it's boring, I don't want to go to the company,"

"Is the lazy sickness going wrong again? Come on, look at the words I wrote and the spirit of paintings," Feng Yiping saw the neat small calligraphy on the table and several illustrations. He was very familiar with the style of the illustration, which was the kind in Chinese textbooks when he was a child.

"It's really good. Why don't this writer bring you to publish this book? I'm responsible for the text and you're responsible for the illustrations,"

This is actually not Huang Jingping's new interest. After seeing Amanda getting hooked on playing with sludge, she realized that adults' interests and hobbies will definitely affect the children. So during this time, she took Amanda to do these things when she had time, hoping that she could fall in love with these things.

"Where is our little princess?"

"She didn't take a nap on time at noon today. She just fell asleep. Look,"

In the pink crib, Amanda was sleeping soundly in her arms.

However, Feng Yiping wanted to laugh when he saw her sleeping position. Nothing was regular in her head, hands and feet. It was hard for her to sleep so well.

"It seems, I'm a little fatter?"

"It's not that exaggerating. Have you only been back for a few days? How about it? Be more happy," Huang Jingping skillfully applied, brushed and scribbled on her face, and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, "Did you see the leaves turn yellow and the flowers faded, or do you see the geese flying in the sky again, so you are sad and sad, and you are completely unstimulated?"

From the last century to the present, they have been together, and she knows Feng Yiping's occasional literary personality very clearly.

"Oh, no, is it that Sister Jin's case finally resolved?" She stopped her hand and saw Feng Yiping who was stunned, "I'm right, how about it? They all came according to your plan?"

"I really can't hide anything from you. There should be no problem in the future. I will go back to the capital tomorrow."

"You, if you are tired, take a day off. Stay at home. Find a coffee shop and coffee next to the Bund to stare at night, but remember," she pointed at Feng Yiping, "Don't go and pick up girls, and don't pay attention to those girls' pickups," she said.

"There is no time? There will be a meeting at noon and I will see a few more people in the afternoon."

"It's okay to push all those who can push but not push. Can't you be willful for a while?"

Well, Feng Yiping thinks she is more generous than herself.

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It will be around 3pm in San Francisco, Washington, DC, Columbia, and it will be around 6pm, and it will be around 6pm, just at dinner.

Unlike the peace in Silicon Valley, it is now a bit noisy.

"Hey, why are you still in bed?" Ma Ling also felt strange, and the questions seemed to be the same.

This also shows that Feng Yiping's hard work is really deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"It's raining outside and I'm too lazy to get up. What's wrong with my son?" Feng Yiping heard Vincent's crying.

"You can see it yourself," Ma Ling said helplessly.

Vincent's nose turned red when he saw Feng Yiping on the screen, and his eyes were filled with tears, "papa, I hate my mother,"

So serious? "Tell me, why?"

"She asked me to eat grass," he said aggrievedly pointing at the small dining table on the stool.

There was a plate of mashed potatoes there, which seemed to have moved a few bites, but the plate of cabbage, which is what is called broccoli in China, would fall to the ground after pushing it a little to the side.

Another portion had been overturned. Feng Yiping identified it. It was a vegetable salad made of spinach, lettuce, carrot, tomatoes and some dried fruits. Vincent seemed to be right, it was indeed all grass.

"It's not that he doesn't want to eat meat, but now he just eats meat every meal, which is too unhealthy,"

"Vincent, listen, just eat these at night. If you don't want to eat, you can ignore them. Also, wipe the floor clean later,"

This American mother can make up her mind.

"I won't," Vincent shouted stubbornly, and then reached his head to look at Feng Yiping, "Dad,"

Whether Feng Yipingzan agrees with Ma Ling's approach or not, he must stand on Ma Ling's side at this time. "Vincent, mother is right. We can't just eat meat, we should also eat a few meals of vegetables appropriately. Don't resist, try it, it actually tastes pretty good,"

"Listen to my mother, I ate them all. After dad finished his work, he came to see you immediately and took you to the playground."

"Ping, don't promise him for this reason. Eating well is what he should do and it is not worth the reward," Ma Ling interrupted him without hesitation.

"Yes, mom is right. Vincent is a big child and will definitely be able to eat well. If you only eat meat and are prone to illness in the future, you have to get injections or take very bitter medicines. Are you willing to eat these dishes, or take injections and bitter medicines?"

"Okay, Feng," Ma Ling was a little amused. He coaxed first, but now he became scared. "Don't worry, I can handle this problem well,"

"I feel disliked," Feng Yiping said in accusation, "But Ma Ling, can I make a small suggestion?"

"Um,"

"I also hope he can eat more vegetables, but can we change the way, for example, don't just mix vegetable salads, just like our Chinese food, use these vegetables to cook a few dishes, and he might like to eat them?"

Not everyone can get used to the taste of vegetable salads.

"Yes, then you send me some recipes,"

"No problem, let me see him again."

Maybe it was because my parents had a very consistent position and had no chance to take advantage of loopholes. Vincent was thrusting and eating cabbage with a fork. In short, although he felt wronged and reluctant, he was still eating.

"When will you come back?" Ma Ling asked softly.

"I don't know yet. There are many things in China. Why don't you bring Vincent to see me during the holidays?"

"If Vincent misses you, I'll take him there,"

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Jin Ling got into the car and found that Feng Yiping was not in the car. "Why didn't Yiping come?"

"My uncle said he was lazy and sick, so he went to the company later," Wenhua said with a smile.

"Haha, did he do this before?"

"I don't dare to do that, for fear that the third master and the third grandma will beat him,"

"Have you really fought?"

"Not many, but I've really fought,"

"I really want to know what he would look like," Jin Ling glanced at the house opposite, "Then let's go,"

She called Fang Yingzhi's cell phone and said, "What arrangements are there in the morning? I will transfer them to my side."

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After seeing two little guys, Feng Yiping felt much more energetic. He lie on the bed and watched TV with a rare opportunity, from "The Talented Man and the Girl" to "The Golden Fen Family", and finally stopped in "Ten Years of Marriage".

This movie, with "Chinese Divorce", plus "Golden Wedding", is his favorite emotional drama. Although it looks a bit painful, it is very realistic.

This is how life is. In the end, love often turns into hurting each other.

The phone rang, and Fang Yingzhi sounded very happy, "Yiping, I just heard good news. Lawyer Chen Tianyang told me that Ma Wenchong's family spent a lot of money this time to hire the most well-known lawyer in the city as his defense lawyer."

This is really good news.

This shows that after carefully considering and judging the situation, Comrade Ma and Deputy Director Ma chose to compromise. He no longer hoped to use various means to get Feng Yiping to withdraw his lawsuit, but was prepared for the lawsuit.

"One draw, we won again!"

"Thank you, do you Mr. Jin know about this?"

"I just reported to him, don't you come to the company in the morning?"

Feng Yiping opened the window and brought a little chill and water vapor to make him wake up immediately, "Come on, I'll have lunch at the company."

The cool breeze blew across the computer on the bed behind me, and the screensaver changed again.

Zhang Yan, who had a darker face, had a scarf on his head, was wearing a windbreaker, and sat on a sand dune with his bag on his back. He turned his head and looked at the direction of the camera, his eyes full of fatigue...

This is an email from Zhong Changsong before Feng Yiping went to bed yesterday. (To be continued.)

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