The Perfect Hidden Marriage

What did you do in that neighborhood when you had nothing to do?

Half an hour later, Bo Feihong took Yang Jiahui home with millet balls in his hands. After giving her a bottle of water, he saw that her complexion gradually returned to normal, so he asked this question.

Yang Jiahui was holding a sip of water in her mouth and rolling her eyes. Then she remembered that she came back today to pack clothes.

Hearing the question, she twisted the bottle cap and slowly added:

Oh, it's close to my work there. I rented a single apartment in that community...

Bo Feihong was startled when he heard that. At this moment, Xiao Mi Tuan was kissing his face, and Ka Ka was smiling happily. Father and daughter were getting close!

Although this boss is thick and thick, he usually looks like a big stupid bear when playing with children, but he is especially liked by children.

I originally planned to go downstairs and tidy up here, and then move here...

She lowered her head and added.

Who could have imagined that such a shocking change would occur.

The strangest thing is that in the crisis, she magically got through his phone call.

Is this the inevitable fate?

She sighed inwardly.

When Bo Feihong heard this, his expression became calm: Oh! You are going to move out soon...

He scratched his daughter's tender little face and saw the little guy yawning secretly, resting on his neck, as if he was going to sleep.

She didn't answer and just drank water. She really didn't know how to answer.

Bo Feihong hugged his daughter, watched her obediently close her eyes, and then added:

Don't you want to pack things? Go and pack them! I'll put Xiaomi Tuan to sleep first... let her sleep here with me for a while. When you finish packing, I will drive you there...

...

Yang Jiahui originally hoped that he would soften his temper and save her, but in the end, she was so heartbroken by these words that she entered their room with a dark look on her pretty face.

Yes, I'm angry!

I'm so angry!

Damn it, you didn't even say a word to save me.

This man has such a hard heart!

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Their room is large, and the bedroom is connected to the dressing room.

Yang Jiahui threw all her clothes on the bed like she was angry. Whether they were summer clothes or winter clothes, she took them out, and then went to pack her two oversized suitcases. Pick it up from the utility room.

When passing by the living room, she only saw Bo Feihong carefully putting his daughter into the small movable bed placed in the living room.

Humph, this stinky man only cares about his daughter. When has he ever cared about her?

In short, she has no status at all in this family.

It has never been optional!

She angrily pulled the two suitcases into the room and threw clothes into the suitcases randomly.

But after putting it away, he sat on the ground frustrated and started crying inexplicably.

This home had traces of their life together everywhere, and she was so reluctant to leave it.

But unfortunately, that man...

She was so angry...

It really makes her mad...

Why are you crying?

After Bo Feihong settled his daughter, he came to the door of the master bedroom. He didn't go in. He just sighed heavily and didn't dare to keep her!

At the right time, a soft cry reached his ears.

He walked in and saw her crying and was confused.

When a woman is crying, you cannot ask. If you ask, the tears will fall more and more.

Just like this, when Yang Jiahui was asked, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became.

What's going on?

Bo Feihong squatted down in confusion, kindly handed over a tissue, and speculated:

Still afraid?

...

The quality of the elevators in that place is not good.

...

I must complain later...

Yang Jiahui grabbed a tissue and was wiping it

I was sitting there, and after hearing these words, I couldn't help but raise my head.

This man has no emotional intelligence at all!

She couldn't help but glare.

Bo Feihong couldn't help but shut up.

Alas, I don’t know how I offended her again.

Yang Jiahui, holding back her grievances and tears, angrily stuffed all her clothes into the suitcase.

But there are too many, they are stuffed in a mess, and they can’t be covered.

She tried several times but couldn't cover it.

Her behavior was really too barbaric.

Seeing this scene, Bo Feihong couldn't help but speak again: If you don't fold the clothes and put them in, how much can you stuff in so haphazardly? Why are you so angry with the suitcase? Yang Jiahui, what kind of nerve do you have? Set up?

He really couldn't understand a woman's heart.

It was fine when I came back before, but now it has turned into a firecracker that can blow up anyone it sees.

Being accused like this, Yang Jiahui was so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at him:

Yes, I just have the wrong nerve, that's why I still have nostalgia for this family, and that's why I still have illusions about you...

After yelling, he suddenly became enlightened, sat on the suitcase and cried bitterly.

Bo Feihong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had misunderstood? Is she crying because she was angry that he didn't keep her?

Jia Hui...

He walked over and stretched out his hand to touch her head. He stretched it out in the air and then retracted it, letting it hang on both sides of his body. Finally, he took a deep breath and then analyzed all his thoughts. Come on:

Jia Hui, if you want to leave, I don't dare to keep you. I know that you are extremely disappointed in me.

I just want to say one last thing: Chunyan is dead, and she only remains in my gradually blurred memory.

After all, no one can cut off what has been experienced, don't you think?

And you, you have always lived in my life. Now you and Xiaomi Tuan are the only center of my life.

But if one day you and I go far away, and if you marry another person, then I can only put you in my memory.

But, Jia Hui, I will never get married again in this life.

So, if one day you get married and you want to have children, please leave the millet balls to me, okay?

I will raise her well and carefully...

I know that in this life, I am destined not to be a husband that people like, but I will try my best to be a good father...

I will work hard so that Xiaomi Tuan will have enough food and clothing...

He thought that what he said was quite good, but Yang Jiahui suddenly stood up again, with a look of anger on his face:

What are you thinking about? Why do I... why do I have to marry another person? Why do I have to have another child?

What did he say?

Bo Feihong was blocked by her words for a while and couldn't answer:

Isn't this man Lang Dashan pursuing you again? And he doesn't care at all that you have given birth to a child?

He stared with burning eyes.

Langda Mountain?

Yang Jiahui recalled it.

The relationship crisis between the two of them seems to have started strangely little by little after Lang Dashan appeared.

It was her first love, but it caused her pain for so many years.

Yes, he approached me, but I refused...

You refused?

Bo Feihong was startled again, and then blurted out:

When did this happen?

I only met him three times. When we met for the second time, I talked things over with him.

Bo Feihong thought for a moment and felt that he had misunderstood something.

His eyes also lit up because of this knowledge, and he immediately added:

He came to me and asked me to let you go.

Yang Jiahui was stunned for a moment, then frowned:

Why is that person so shameless? I made it clear to him...

Really? Now that I've made it clear, why are you still cuddling with him?

A group?

He pressed the surprise in his heart and asked again.

Hug together?

Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed and she frowned:

It should be after the second meeting, Lang Dashan and I said goodbye... That day, we talked for a long time and talked about everything. The knot in our hearts was also untied. At that time, he had said that he wanted to be with I started over, but I told him that I was getting married soon and my daughter was quite old... Then, he expressed regret and said he wanted to give me a last hug...

If you had no old feelings for him? Would you hug him?

Bo Feihong questioned the steal.

Well, this question is indeed a sharp one.

Yang Jiahui blinked, thought for a moment, and then answered honestly:

That's because I want to feel whether that person's embrace still has any influence on me now... There is one thing I don't want to deny, that is, when I was in love with him, I enjoyed being by him. The feeling of being held in my arms. As a result, after holding him in my arms, I found that I had no feelings for him at all...

That weird masculine smell only made her feel uncomfortable.

After comparing, she still felt that Bo Feihong felt more comfortable holding her.

At this point, she was truly freed.

Wait a minute, how did you know that I met him? Bo Feihong, are you following me?

Suddenly, Yang Jiahui narrowed her eyes and asked - digression - first update.