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Tang Junyao paused for a moment after speaking, perhaps thinking about the time she spent with Mr. Tang in the past. Ji Hancheng did not interrupt, but pursed his lips with a bad expression and tried hard to be a quiet listener.

After a while, Tang Junyao continued to share, "When I was sick when I was a child, my grandpa always stayed with me. I saw him wiping his tears several times in a daze. Now that I think about it, grandpa may be feeling guilty. "

"After reading the diary and watching the video, I had doubts for a moment, whether my grandfather's love for me was guilt or true love, whether my grandfather's training for me was love or compensation. After two days, I figured it out, love and guilt, Compensation coexists. There is not a day in the diary that Grandpa does not regret, but there is no regret medicine in the world. All he can do is make up for it and protect me."

"I signed a contract with Tang Xin to sever the relationship between father and son. I think grandpa may want to protect Tang Xin one last time as a father. He will no longer be father and son in the future. At the same time, he is telling Tang Xin to take care of himself. I think it should be like this, Hancheng, If something like this happened to Lele, you would probably choose to save him once."

How many parents are able to do justice and make decisive choices?

She didn't know, because it hadn't happened to her, so she wasn't sure. Now that she was a mother herself, she seemed to be able to understand it, but she seemed not to be able to fully understand it.

But the only thing that is certain is that grandpa loves her.

After a moment of silence, Ji Hancheng next to him stared at the ceiling and said, "We won't let this happen."

A line of tears that had been suppressed for a long time merged into a line and flowed down the stage, dripping silently and spreading out. She did not wipe it away and let the tears fall.

In the moment of silence, Ji Hancheng noticed something was different. He turned slightly, came sideways, stretched out his hand to wipe it off for her, and a string was broken. He said distressedly, "You still have me. You don't have to suppress all the emotions in your heart. What do you want?" You can vent your anger, you can bite me, you can hit me, until you are in a happy mood."

Gentle words can always break through hidden emotions. Sometimes the hardships of life cannot make you cry, and sometimes the ridicule everywhere cannot make you cry, but the words "You are back" or "Have you eaten yet" can easily make you cry. Let you break your defense.

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

Tang Junyao naturally turned around and threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly, her feet were sandwiched between his legs, slightly bent, and his other hand hugged her waist and led her towards his body.

The sound of crying was low on the stage, and the boxing uniform on his chest was dyed ink black, which became darker. He cried for a long time, and the hand holding his head was sore.

When she stopped and slowly backed away, he looked at her with lowered eyes and asked: "Are you feeling better? If not, I have a good way to let you vent and completely forget the unhappy things. .”

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

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 quickly covered her. He took off the hand that was supporting his head and pressed it on the top of her head.

She leaned forward to block the light in front of her, so that all she could see was him. Her teeth were pried open. Surprisingly, Tang Junyao did not refuse, but wanted to indulge once. The venue seemed good.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him towards her slightly, and kissed him until both of them were breathing heavily. Ji Hancheng let go of her with scarlet eyes, and asked dumbly, "Are you coming?"

She curled her lips slightly. From now on, her memories of the stage will no longer be her grandfather standing by and watching her train, but her entanglement with him. This switch is not unacceptable, "Come on, is the door closed? Is there a camera here?" "

The next second Ji Hancheng stood up to lock the door. The security guard outside the door was very puzzled. Did he need to lock the door while he was guarding the door? Who was he looking down on?

Then Ji Hancheng found the location of the electric switch and pulled the switch. The room became dim in an instant. The window was still open, the breeze blew the curtains, and a wisp of light illuminated the dim room.

Ji Hancheng returned to the stage, lay down next to her, and kissed her thin lips again, becoming more and more intense. The atmosphere in the boxing gym became ambiguous, and the flowing curtains merged.

The stage is no longer a stage but a huge bed, very comfortable and self-forgettable.

As time passed, the security guard at the door could always hear strange sounds. He thought it was the painful sound of the two fistfights.

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

The security guard looked at the long legs going away and couldn't help but fell into deep thought: Is it so cruel that he can't walk after being beaten?

When he was going down the stairs, he met Han Yue sitting at the bar. He gave Ji Hancheng a meaningful look and said playfully: "It's done. Remember to call me for the room fee. I don't accept free prostitution."

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

Ji Hancheng met Han Yue's frivolous eyes, smiled, ignored him, and carried Tang Junyao out directly.

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

In the underground parking lot, Ji Hancheng carried Tang Junyao into the passenger seat and sat down. He opened her clothes and covered her down. All her clothes had been changed, and her previous boxing uniforms were also lying in the trash can.

At this moment, her face was very red, like fried lobster. Ji Hancheng said in a good mood: "Yao Yao, what about this method? Is it feasible?"

Tang Junyao did not show any weakness, raised her chin and said, "It's not bad." She pretended to be calm.

But it's really okay. At least I have really forgotten the unpleasant things. Maybe I won't want to box in the future. After all, the sewage in my brain will emerge.

Seeing her pretending to be calm, Ji Hancheng laughed. Without revealing it, he walked around the back of the car, opened the cab door and got in. He was about to start the car. He operated the steering wheel with one hand. The car backed out of the parking space and continued to pedal. When she stepped on the accelerator, Tang Junyao turned her head and said, "Let's go to the cemetery."

Ji Hancheng held the steering wheel's hand and said, "Okay." He wanted to say goodbye.

When she arrived at the cemetery, the flush on her body had also dissipated. Looking at the silence of the cemetery and listening to the crisp and sweet birdsong, her annoyance was gone and her heart slowly calmed down. She did not ask Ji Hancheng to leave. , squat down slowly.

Ji Hancheng squatted down to help tidy up the grass on the side.

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

She needed time alone to talk to her grandpa.

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