Feng Yiping's ability to deal with feelings is indeed average, but he still has emotional intelligence.

The matter in front of him is of great importance, not only related to Huang Jingping and Ma Ling, but also to Amanda and Vincent. So he thought about how to speak and what to say for a long time.

He felt that, at least, when confessing, he must not emphasize how good Ma Ling is, how considerate about himself, how good Vincent is, and how admiring himself, he must not mention the compatibility between himself and Ma Ling.

Regarding Ma Ling's family, I have never accepted it, resisted it, and did not object to it now... I should not say it well.

Saying this can only make Huang Jingping feel more painful.

Therefore, in addition to releasing that Ma Ling is good-looking, he uses direct narration, but obviously, just such a straightforward narration has already had a great blow to Huang Jingping.

Looking at Huang Jingping sitting there shakingly, he was also very uncomfortable. He stroked Huang Jingping's cold hands, "Jingping, listen to me, this matter has always troubled me and felt very uncomfortable. Of course, it was my own fault and I couldn't blame others."

Huang Jingping let him hold his hands, his eyes closed, his face pale, and sat on the edge of the bed, but it seemed like a water plant in the stormy waves, helpless, shaking, looking like it was about to fall down the next moment.

"Jingping," Feng Yiping hugged her, feeling like a ball of ice was hugging in his arms, while Huang Jingping still seemed to have lost consciousness and had no reaction.

Feng Yiping quickly helped her lie down and covered her with a quilt.

At this time, Huang Jingping's eyes were closed, her face was pale, and even her long hair looked much more boring. "Jingping, you talk," Feng Yiping held her hand, "Don't scare me,"

Huang Jingping slowly turned her head to one side and turned her body over.

Feng Yiping breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was a reaction, as long as there was a reaction.

"I confess to you today. What I think is... I don't mean anything else. I don't want you to forgive me. I just think that the mistake has been made and things are already difficult...."

"It has caused irreversible damage. I just thought, maybe, I will explain this to you myself, which will be less harmful than you know through other channels."

Huang Jingping covered her head with a quilt, and Feng Yiping immediately stopped talking, "Sorry, Jingping, I...,"

But then, he didn't hear the crying. The hand he held tightly was still very cold, "Wait a minute,"

Feng Yiping impulsively at the door, "Irving, burn a pot of mineral water right away,"

"Okay," Owen said nothing nonsense, turned around and told his men to go and find the electric kettle.

In South America, or in Chinese tourists, before they bought all over the world, this is a rare thing in many parts of the world.

"The boiling water will be ready soon," Feng Yiping hurried back to the master bedroom, shocked to find that there was no one on the bed, he suddenly panicked, "Jingping," he rushed to the bathroom, and there was no one, and hurried back to the living room. He was about to go to the balcony to check it out, but found Huang Jingping holding Amanda, coming out of the children's room in front of the master bedroom, and stumbled towards the master bedroom.

Amanda must have been very tired these two days. In her mother's arms, she is still sleeping well. Maybe Huang Jingping is not holding her at this time, so she twisted her little body a few times.

Feng Yiping looked at Huang Jingping's unsteady walking, sad and guilty, hurried over, "I'll do it,"

Huang Jingping leaned, hugged Amanda tighter and continued to walk forward. Feng Yiping could only open his hands and follow him, like an old mother with her wings spreading, and was worried that the mother and daughter would fall.

Fortunately, although Huang Jingping walked staggeringly, she was still steady. She walked to the bed and gently placed Amanda on the bed, then lay down herself, hugged her daughter tightly, and like before, she didn't say a word and closed her eyes.

Feng Yiping originally wanted to explain again, but was worried that he would disturb his daughter, so he could only walk around the bedroom, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly. In the end, he had to sit at the end of the bed and watch the mother and mother.

If it were yesterday, it was still a very warm picture, but now, there seems to be a barrier between this side and that. The family, who was still intimate yesterday, has now been divided into two parties.

I don’t know how to explain to her daughter when she wakes up and finds out about this situation.

It is best not to let my daughter know what she said before she could become what she is now.

well!

"Boss," Owen whispered in the living room.

Feng Yiping quietly walked out and saw Owen holding a tray with a glass kettle on it, "boiled water,"

"Thanks,"

At this moment, someone shouted behind him, "Carol,"

He looked back and saw Huang Jingping standing at the bedroom door holding the door, looking so haggard that it made people feel distressed, "Go back and have a drink of boiled water, Irving, name is Carol,"

Huang Jingping avoided his hand again and stood stubbornly by the door. Carol had already walked in and was surprised to see Huang Jingping's appearance, "Huang, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Huang Jingping shook her head, "You make arrangements and you'll go home early tomorrow morning."

Carol and Irving looked at Feng Yiping on the side. Feng Yiping nodded, "Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Carol, who was still somewhat puzzled, followed him out of the suite with him at the signal of Irving. As the door was gently closed, the suite fell into embarrassing silence again.

Huang Jingping still lay back to Amanda as if she hadn't seen Feng Yiping.

"Take off your coat, it's so comfortable."

Huang Jingping didn't say anything, looking at his hand that reached out.

Feng Yiping retracted his hand awkwardly, "Then I'll go and let the water go, you take a bath,"

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Feng Yiping sat blankly on the edge of the bathtub, listening to the water flowing, just like Huang Jingping, he was still motionless.

He knew how much harm he would bring to Huang Jingping by taking the initiative. He had imagined many consequences in advance, including Huang Jingping crying and scolding him, even beating him, or crying without making a sound... Only the current one, he did not expect that he would not cry or make a fuss.

Although this situation was less hustle and bustle than the scene he was worried about, and he didn't seem to be so embarrassed, this situation made him most worried.

If she cries loudly, it's okay. When she cries out, it will be equivalent to reducing the stress of her. Once she cries, her anger will be relieved.

If she forced herself to stop crying, that should be good news, which means she cares very much about the current days and will do everything she can to save and solve the problem.

But now she really can't even cry, which is a bit tricky.

How depressed, how sad, how disappointed she was, how disappointed she was, how could she not even cry?

If such emotions cannot be vented in time, how intense will it be when you can't suppress them in the future?

Think about her, she left her job and went to the city to find her courageous decisiveness without telling her parents. Alas!

When he woke up, he found that the water had overflowed from the bathtub and his pants were soaked.

"Jingping, no matter what, let's take a hot bath first."

Huang Jingping didn't move.

He walked to the bed wearing wet pants and gently shook Huang Jingping, "Can you go and take a shower?"

Huang Jingping moved to the other side, Amanda in her arms moved for a moment, and Feng Yiping quickly stopped further movements.

"Then you go to bed first," he turned off the light, sat aside, in the dark night, looking at the bed over there, and sat in the middle of the night.

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"Dad, Dad," Feng Yiping woke up and found that it was already dawn. When did he fall asleep?

Amanda stood beside the sofa, "Dad, we're going home,"

"Dad, do you have an answer to the question you are thinking about?"

Feng Yiping was stunned. What's the problem?

"When I woke up, you slept here. Mom said, "You got up early in the morning and thought about the problem, but ended up thinking too much, so you fell asleep."

"Where is Mom?" Feng Yiping touched his daughter's head.

It seems that Huang Jingping is not going to let her daughter know what happened yesterday, at least, this is a good phenomenon.

"Mom is outside, and she told me that it's time for us to go home,"

Is this not even saying anything to myself? Feng Yiping sighed, "Okay, let's go home,"

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Chapter completed!