My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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Shangguan Ning said that he had never thought about it, he only wanted to be the best when he was young, he hoped that he could satisfy Jing Zhongxiu and let him know he was The best, where is Shangguan Ning like this, will think that there will be a huge difference in treatment because of gender.

Moreover, he and Jing Yiran are boys, but the treatment is completely different. He has to receive heavy knowledge and physical training every day, and Jing Yiran never needs to do anything. child.

Today he was awakened by Shangguan Ning.

It turned out that Jing Zhongxiu never took Jing Yiran as an heir, and he was the only heir in his heart from beginning to end!

He finally understood why the old lady, Zhang Rong, and even the old man at home all said that his father preferred himself.

He once thought that Jing Zhongxiu's indulgence of Jing Yiran was a kind of preference. It turned out that his father's sternness was his real preference.

Somewhere in Jing Yichen's heart was suddenly bright, he felt a little guilty, but a light smile appeared on his face.

He kissed Shang Guanning's forehead and whispered: "A Ning, you are really my lucky star."

Shangguan Ning, however, did not appreciate his praise at all. His tone revealed an unspeakable distress: "Where am I your lucky star? The disaster star is almost the same. You almost lost my life because of me. I want to say Fuxing, also you are my lucky star."

Jing Yichen smiled: "We are all lucky stars of each other, is this down?"

The husband and wife talked and laughed. They lived in the Mu's Hospital for half a month, and almost thought of it as their home. Chef Lao Du and the two servants Lan Jiefang even followed them, waiting for their daily lives.

In half a month, the injuries of both people had basically recovered, so they left the hospital and returned home.

If it was not for Jing Yichen to get the best care and cultivation, where would Shangguan Ning be willing to stay in the hospital for so long, and nowhere outside would be more comfortable than at home.

Shangguan Ning didn't take a good bath for half a month, and she advanced into the bathroom as soon as she returned home. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she heard Jing Yichen's low voice: "A Ning, you change clothes, I will take you there Places."

"Where to go, what is the right dress?"

Jing Yichen found a black long-sleeved dress for her from the closet: "Wear this."

He said, then he also picked up a black suit, and after changing it, he sat in the living room and waited for Shangguan Ning.

Shangguan Ning changed her clothes quickly, dried her hair, and took Jing Yichen's arm out of the door.

Jing Yichen stopped the car after driving for a long time and walking a long way.

He took a bunch of white chrysanthemums from the back seat of the car in one hand, and took Shangguanning's hand in one hand, and said softly, "Go."

Shangguan Ning asked nothing, and quietly followed him down a path.

The path was covered with pale blue pebbles, very long and clean, and it was obvious that some people cleaned frequently, and the surroundings were all dense and tall emerald cypresses, which seemed quiet and deep.

Passing through the tender green grassland, and past the neat cypress, a small piece of grave appeared in front of me.

Jing Yichen took Shangguan Ning to a grave, looking at the photo on the tombstone, and said softly: "A Ning, this is my mother, and today is her death day."

Shangguan Ning had guessed that Jing Yichen was taking her to see his mother, but she didn't expect today to be his mother's death day.

No wonder Jing Yichen chose to leave the hospital today.

The woman in the photo has delicate and perfect eyebrows, slightly raised lips, and looks gentle and beautiful. She looks like a six-pointer of Zhao Anan’s mother Zhao Zhao, but Zhao Qing looks more lively and cheerful.

She clenched Jing Yichen's hand and whispered to the grave: "Mother, I am Shangguan Ning, your daughter-in-law. In the future, I will take care of Yichen for you, rest assured."

After finishing the talk, Shangguanning took the white chrysanthemum in Jing Yichen's hands and put it in front of the tombstone.

In front of the tombstone, a bunch of white chrysanthemum has already been placed.

Shangguan Ning looked at Jing Yichen and said in a low voice: "Did my father come to see my mother?"

Jing Yichen nodded, and his voice was much lower than before: "It should be, he will come every year." And he will come earlier and go later than he came.

Shangguan Ning thought, Jing Zhongxiu should never forget this wife. When she went to the Jing family for the first time, she found that there was no emotion in Jing Zhongxiu's eyes when she looked at Zhang Rong. Some of them were just endless indifference, and Zhang Rong seemed to be accustomed to it for a long time.

She just listened to Jing Yichen's grievances, but she didn't know the specific reasons. She hasn't always understood that since Jing Zhongxiu didn't love her, why did she marry Zhang Rong and why she had children with her.

Although Jing Zhongxiu feels a little partial to Jing Yichen, he hasn't left Jing Yiran too cold. On the contrary, he has always been protecting Jing Yiran and preventing him from dying in Jing Yichen's hands.

Every family has a hard-to-read sutra, like the Jing Family, which stands on the pinnacle of a wealthy family, and the life in it may not be a normal well-off family happy and stable. Because the responsibilities and pressures to be taken far exceed the imagination of ordinary people.

The two stood for a while, and then walked back down the path when they came.

Halfway through, I met Jing Zhongxiu, who was carrying fruit and food.

"Dad!" Shangguan Ning shouted at him in surprise, she thought Jing Zhongxiu put down the bouquet and left, it turned out he didn't leave.

Jing Yichen didn't say anything, but just stood there, holding Shangguan Ning quietly.

Whenever his mother died on the day, he would always hate Jing Zhongxiu very much. If it was not his business, he would not lose his mother at the age of three.

But today, Jing Yichen surprisingly did not hate him, perhaps because Shangguan Ning was beside him, giving him warmth and strength, or perhaps because he was gradually clear that his father might be more painful than his mother’s death .

Because Jing Zhongxiu never drinks alcohol on weekdays, only on this day every year, he will drink alcohol, and he will be drunk drunk, every time the housekeeper personally took him home.

He remained silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Dad."

Hearing the word he spit out, Jing Zhongxiu stiffened.

Since Jing Yichen was sensible, since he knew how his mother died, he wouldn’t be called a “dad”. Jing Zhongxiu knew that his son hated him, he didn’t blame his son, because even he hated himself and couldn’t forgive. Yourself.

He killed his beloved woman and lost his most beloved son to his mother. He was once unable to face his son because he felt that he had made a big mistake and could not be forgiven.

He thought his son would never forgive him forever, but unexpectedly, today his son would be willing to call him.