Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 541 A little red flower

  Because of the special mode of getting along at the beginning, Qin Qing has always had difficulty in defining the existence of Fengyan.

  This man gave her the warmth of being a family member. Despite his indifference, the food, clothing, housing and transportation were arranged properly. Even if she felt sorry for her, she still sternly taught her without mercy. As a lover, he believes in the loyalty of a soldier, giving her stability and all accommodation.

  This person seems to have filled the gloomy emotional zone in her heart all at once.

  Think about it carefully, but it was a little different. She remembered what the young woman said tonight, and remembered the pain in her heart when the female white-collar worker was sharp and ironic.

"Feng Yan, what do you think of maternal love?" She grasped the man's broad and warm palms and raised a face that was dimmed by the light outside the window. The confusion in her eyes stabbed Feng in an instant. Yan's eyes.

In this position, Feng Yan leaned in and held the person in his arms, pressed her thin back to close to herself, and said in a deep voice, "My mother said that pregnancy in October is very hard. Pain is love for them."

  The pain of childbirth is not only dividing one's life into two, but also sharing love onto another life.

  It is said that the child is the debt of the parents, but the mother’s initial pain is not the debt of the child.

  "She was crazy when you were very young, do you still love her?" Qin Qing could actually hear the warmth in the man's mouth, but she could not empathize with her. She could only break the casserole and ask the end like an ignorant child.

   A lunatic mother who has been kept in the attic for many years and can barely take care of herself, will there be love as well?

"Love, perhaps, is more of a responsibility." Feng Yan frowned and thought for a while, but he could only organize vocabulary to comfort his lover, "I am not impressed by her, but more After entering the army, the team realized that she had asked someone to take care of me. When she was not crazy, I had to take responsibility for everything she did to me. I don’t know if this counts as love, but I can’t allow others. Hurt and slander her."

  Even if they have never met, no one is allowed to blame. This view is similar to that of the young woman tonight. She is also an orphan, because she has nowhere to go, yet she still defends her mother in every possible way.

This may be a natural nature of human blood, so cold feelings are like feudalism. For so many years, I have to see people die and corpses. I have been searching for her own mother with my sister, but why she is suffering in her heart. Entangled in this.

  Unconventional in this conversation, the taciturn Feng Yan was talking, and Qin Qing was listening. When the car drove downstairs to the villa, Qin Qing was sleeping in Feng Yan's arms.

"She was...a bit tired recently, take good care of her." Zhao Yin opened the car door and saw Feng Yan holding the sleeping girl down. He glanced at the girl's thin face buried in the shadows, but he swallowed after the words came to his lips. Go down.

   "I will, I'm in trouble." Feng Yan nodded, shielded the girl from the wind with a suit, and then pulled away and disappeared into the bungalow.

  Zhao Yin looked for a while before shaking his head and sighed. As the person assisting in the investigation, he knew the girl’s entanglement at the moment, but even if he told Feng Yan, this dilemma was still unsolvable.

  The night was deep, and the Fan’s house, which was halfway up the mountain, was brightly lit at this time. Fan Hong, who was still playing mahjong by the floor-to-ceiling window, glanced at the screen of his mobile phone without movement, and suddenly stopped the game in his hand.

   "It's late, come here today." He waved his hand uninterestedly, knowing that the person he met tonight would not be able to come back.

   "The gambling king rests early." Several people who played the game immediately left the table wittily and offered to resign.

  After a while, a housekeeper hurried over and said, “Master, there is a girl who doesn’t understand the rules. She offended the Fourth Young Master and was interrupted and threw it out.”

  The housekeeper is not younger than the gambling king, and he is still sweating on his forehead, and his expression is full of horror.

   Hearing this, Fan Hong touched Mahjong's hand and raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Oh? This kid has got a hang."

  Someone else’s child hurts someone. As a parent, he must teach his life, but the old man laughed when he heard his son broke a girl’s arm.

  "Four young masters said that he wants to go out and take over some affairs." The butler, observing his words, carefully conveyed what the little master meant.

  Fan Hong nodded after listening, and said with satisfaction: "It's rare that he is sensible and he has been locked up for long enough. Let him come out. Tell him that he will be a guest at home in a few days and let him take care of the inner house."

  Inner house refers to the main house.

  The butler was shocked, bowed his head and responded: "Yes."

  Now everyone knows that the king of gambling is old, and many of the children born to his wife are managing the business outside, and the people around them who are really paying attention to the internal affairs.

  It seems that after the King of Gambling Tournament, the matter of the heir is really going to be put on the table.

  Qin Qing, who successfully escaped the catastrophe, didn't know how the dark tide was raging on all sides. She slept deeply and regained consciousness until the sky was bright and the sun through the screen windows penetrated her eyelids.

  She subconsciously reached out to the place next to her. It was empty and there was no residual temperature. She woke up early and left before coming to Feng Yan.

  There was a little disappointment in her heart. She opened her eyes and looked at the too empty room. She still had no sense of belonging in her heart. Thinking of what she had talked last night, she couldn't help sighing lightly and got out of bed to wash.

  When I was ready to change clothes and went out after I was freshened, footsteps suddenly came from the door. In the blink of an eye, I saw a tall and stalwart man wearing an apron and coming in with a dinner plate.

  Qin Qing was stunned, the corners of her mouth raised first, "Aren't you okay today?"

   "Your breakfast is the priority." Feng Yan took a long leg, put the meal on the table, and took out something from his pocket.

  Qin Qing was a little absent-minded sitting in front of the dressing table. After considering it for a while, she decided to talk again, "Feng Yan, last night I said about retreat, I think..."

  In the middle of the conversation, she suddenly stopped, because the moment she turned her head, she saw what the man put on the dinner plate.

   "This is a reward." Perceiving the dislocation of her vision, Feng Yan picked up the little red flower again and put it in her palm.

  A little red flower.

  ‘If you keep boasting, it’s time to reward me with a little red flower. ’

  Qin Qing remembered that she was just making a joke at the time, suggesting that the other party would almost reward the little red flower when he praised herself as a kindergarten child. She never thought that this person would actually cut a flower out of red paper without saying a word.

"You..." Qin Qing rubbed the unsightly, simple and rude little flower in his hand. He wanted to say something, but first laughed softly, smiling, and suddenly something happened in his heart. The answer.

  The remaining one will be made up tomorrow, my aunt wants me to die, every day I am frantically testing on the edge of breaking the change~

  (End of this chapter)