Before my grandfather died, he forced me to marry the richest man in the imperial capital

After Tang Junyao finished speaking, she paused, maybe she was thinking about the time she spent with Mr. Tang in the past, Ji Hancheng didn't interrupt, but pursed her lips with a bad expression, and tried her best to be a quiet listener.

After a long while, Tang Junyao continued to share, "When I was sick when I was a child, my grandpa always accompanied me every step of the way. I saw him wiping tears several times in a daze. Now I think grandpa may have an element of guilt. "

"After reading the diary and watching the video, I had doubts for a moment. Is my grandfather's love for me guilt or true love? Is my grandfather's cultivation of me love or compensation? After two days, I figured it out. Love and guilt coexist with compensation. In the diary, there is no day that grandpa does not regret, but there is no medicine for regret in the world. All he can do is make up for it and protect me."

"Signed a contract with Tang Xin to sever the relationship between father and son. I think Grandpa may want to protect Tang Xin for the last time as a father. He will no longer be a father and son in the future. At the same time, he is telling Tang Xin that you can take care of yourself. I think it should be like this. Hancheng, if something like this happens to Lele, you should also choose to protect him once."

How many parents can kill relatives righteously and make decisive choices?

She didn't know, because it didn't happen to her, so she wasn't sure, and now that she was a mother, she seemed to understand it, but she didn't seem to understand it completely.

But the only certainty is that Grandpa loves her.

After being silent for a while, Ji Hancheng beside him stared at the ceiling and said, "This kind of thing won't happen to us."

A line of tears that had been suppressed for a long time integrated into a line and flowed down to the stage, dripping silently, smudged, she didn't wipe it off, and let the tears fall.

In the instant of silence, Ji Hancheng noticed the difference, turned slightly, turned sideways, stretched out his hand to help her wipe it off, a thread broke, and said distressedly, "You still have me, you don't have to suppress all the emotions in your heart, what do you want to do?" You can vent, you can bite me, you can hit me, until you feel happy." ?

Gentle words can always break through the hidden emotions. Sometimes the hardships of life can’t make you cry, and sometimes the ridicule everywhere can’t make you cry, but it’s easy to say that you’re back, or have you eaten yet? Let you break the defense.

Ji Hancheng propped his head with one hand and turned sideways.

Tang Junyao naturally turned around and fell into his arms, tightly wrapped around his waist, his feet were sandwiched between his legs, slightly bent, his other hand wrapped around her waist and brought it to her body.

The sound of crying was low on the stage, and the boxing suit on his chest was dyed black, deeper. After crying for a long time, his hands supporting his head were sore.

When she stopped and slowly backed away, he lowered his eyes to look at her, and asked, "Are you in a better mood? If not, I have a good way to let you vent and completely forget about unhappy things."

Tang Junyao, who had just finished crying, did not delve into the meaning of his words at all, and continued, "What? Tell me."

He didn't say anything at the next moment, but his actions directly told her what to do. His chin was lifted, and his thin lips were quickly covered. He took off the hand supporting his head and pressed it on top of her head.

She leaned over to block the light in front of her eyes, so that all she could see was him, and the white teeth were pried open. Surprisingly, Tang Junyao did not refuse, but wanted to indulge once. This venue seems to be good.

Wrapping his hands around his neck and pulling towards him slightly, kissing until both of them were panting heavily, Ji Hancheng let go of her with scarlet eyes, and asked dumbly: "Come?"

She pursed her lips slightly, and her memories of the stage in the future would no longer be grandpa standing on the sidelines watching her train, but being lingering with him, this switch is not unacceptable, "Come on, is the door closed, is there a camera here? "

The next second Ji Hancheng got up to lock the door. The security outside the door was very puzzled. Is it necessary for him to lock the door when he is guarding the door? Who does he look down on?

Then Ji Hancheng found the position of the electric switch, pulled the switch knife, and the room was dark in an instant, the window was still open, the breeze was blowing the curtains, and a faint light illuminated the dim room.

Ji Hancheng returned to the stage, lay down beside her, and kissed his thin lips again, more and more intensely, the atmosphere of the boxing gym became ambiguous, and the elegant curtains merged.

The stage is no longer a stage but a huge bed, very comfortable and very ecstasy.

As time passed by, the security guard at the door could always hear strange sounds. He thought it should be the painful sound of the two punching.

An hour and a half later, Tang Junyao was carried out covered with clothes, and she was nestled in his arms. No one could see her flushed face. When she opened the door, the security guard was taken aback.

Looking at the long legs going away, the security guard couldn't help but fell into deep thought: Is it so ruthless that he can't walk anymore after being beaten?

When I went down the stairs, I met Han Yue who was sitting at the bar. He gave Ji Hancheng a meaningful look, and said playfully, "It's over, remember to call me for the room fee, I don't accept prostitutes."

Fortunately, Tang Junyao was hiding under her clothes. If she really wanted to find a hole in the ground without covering her clothes, the consequences of indulgence would be embarrassing.

Ji Hancheng met Han Yue's frivolous eyes, smiled, ignored Tang Junyao, and went out with Tang Junyao in his arms.

When his wife is in a good mood, Ji Hancheng is naturally in a good mood too.

In the underground parking lot, Ji Hancheng carried Tang Junyao into the co-pilot's seat and sat down. He lifted her clothes and covered them up. All the clothes had been changed, and the previous boxing uniforms were also lying in the trash can.

At this moment her face was very red, like a fried lobster, Ji Hancheng said in a good mood: "Yaoyao, how about this method, is it feasible?"

Tang Junyao did not show weakness, but raised her chin, "It's okay." She pretended to be calm.

But it's really okay, at least I really forgot about the unpleasant things, and maybe I don't really want to punch in the future, after all, the dirty water in my brain will emerge.

Seeing her pretending to be calm, Ji Hancheng laughed, and without revealing it, walked around the rear of the car, opened the driver's door and sat in, ready to start the car, operated the steering wheel with one hand, and the car backed out from the parking space. When she continued to step on the accelerator, Tang Junyao turned her head and said, "Let's go to the cemetery."

Ji Hancheng paused while holding the steering wheel, "Okay." It's time to say goodbye.

When she got to the cemetery, the flush on her body was gone. Looking at the silence of the cemetery and listening to the crisp and sweet singing of birds, her annoyance was gone, and her heart gradually calmed down. She didn't tell Ji Hancheng to leave, and she squatted down slowly.

Ji Hancheng squatted down to help tidy up the grass beside him.

Tang Junyao took out the wet wipes she brought and wiped them bit by bit. It took a long time to open her lips. When she was about to open her lips, Ji Hancheng bowed once and left, "I'll wait for you over there."

She needs time to talk to Grandpa alone.

Tang Junyao found that Ji Hancheng knew how to advance and retreat now, and he didn't need to be reminded at all. He seemed to know what to do next with just one look and one movement.