My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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The mother has been dead for thirty years. Jing Zhongxiu has never touched another woman. Jing Yichen knows it, but he doesn’t know it. The mother has already been carved into his father. In the bones of her, whenever she dies, her father will treat her as if she is alive, accompanying her to eat, drink, and chat.

Suddenly he felt how ridiculous he hated his father for so many years, because, what he hated most about his father might not be his son, but Jing Zhongxiu himself.

Pulling Shangguan Ning into the car, Jing Yichen took her into her arms, making her almost unable to breathe.

A cool tear dripped on her face, but not her own.

The bullet pierced Jing Yichen's heart and lungs. He hadn't shed a tear, but now he shed tears.

Shangguan Ning tightly hugged him, gently kissed his cheek, and silently told him that she was by his side, always there.

Jing Yichen couldn't restrain herself with heartache, only Shangguan Ning's warm body could bring him a solace.

After not knowing how long, the pain in Jing Yichen's heart gradually dissipated. He let go of his wife, as if he was talking to her, and he was saying to himself: "A Ning, I will never be separated from you."

Without you, I don't know if I will be able to live like my father. Without you, the world is dark, and I will become a walking dead again.

I don't have the perseverance of my father, so I must not lose you.

Shangguan Ning and his heart have a sharp heart, and it seems that Jing Yichen can feel the kind of pain in her heart, and her tears can't help but fall.

"We will not separate, we will always be together."

In the evening, Jing Yichen took Shangguan Ning back home, watching the sky getting darker. He glanced at the phone and dialed the housekeeper's phone: "Luber, is my dad home?"

The housekeeper did not expect that Jing Yichen would call him, nor did he think that Jing Yichen asked not someone else, but Jing Zhongxiu, who he never cared about!

Moreover, he heard right? The young master called "Dad"? !

He hasn't shouted like this for many years, and he usually directly calls Jing Zhongxiu's name, and refuses to call his father.

The old housekeeper burst into tears with excitement, and immediately said with joy: "The old man hasn't returned yet. He stayed up late very badly recently, and his health is not good. Master, please take him back quickly!"

Every year on this day in the past, the housekeeper took home Jingzhong Xiu who was drunk and refused to leave. This year Jing Yichen took the initiative to call. The mature housekeeper immediately pushed the matter to him. , Such an opportunity can not let it slip away in vain.

He was afraid of Jing Yichen’s refusal, and just wanted to persuade two more words. Who knew that there was only a moment of silence on the phone, and a faint word came: “Okay!”

Jing Yichen hung up the phone, spoke with Guan Ning, and drove to the Jing family's cemetery.

The cemetery is located in the suburbs and is a little remote. When he arrived, the sky was completely dark.

Jing Yichen slowly walked up the cobblestone path by the faint moonlight.

This is a cemetery. It is quiet and mysterious at night. The cypress cypress looks lush during the day, but it is full of gloomy atmosphere at night.

Jing Yichen could not imagine that on this day of the year, his father was alone in such a place, enduring the pain of losing his wife, and then slowly drunk to paralyze himself.

When he walked to his mother's grave, he saw his father who attached great importance to appearance on weekdays. His suit was still on the ground casually, his shirt was already rumpled, and his chest was covered with wine stains.

In the moonlight, his face was abnormally pale, and the whole person leaned on his mother's tombstone, as if to make him closer to her.

He kept muttering in confusion: "Qing'er, you are cold here alone, are you still angry with me...I'm wrong, will you punish me?"

Is this still the majestic and ruthless Jingzhong repair?

At this moment, he removed all the disguise and strong, fragile like an injured child!

Jing Yichen's heart suddenly pulled up, and he almost stood unsteady in pain.

He took a deep breath, lifted his hands to wipe his tears, and strode to Jing Zhongxiu's side.

"Dad, it's getting dark, it's time to go home."

When Jing Zhongxiu heard his voice, he was obviously stunned. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, he found that the person in front of him was still his eldest son, not the old housekeeper who came to take him every year.

A large amount of alcohol made him slurred, but did not cover up the surprise in his tone: "How come you are here?"

He wanted to stand up, but the paralysis of alcohol and the long sitting position made him unable to stand up at all.

Jing Yichen stepped forward and directly carried him on his back, then whispered: "I'll pick you up."

Jing Zhongxiu was very drunk, but his strong willpower and resolution were still there. He was not used to being so close to his son. Although he had a headache and his body was very stiff, he still said: "Let me down, myself go."

Jing Yichen didn't let go, but he walked slowly on the road with his back, saying: "I remember that when I was a kid, you came up with me on my back. Now, I walk down with you on my back."

That was when Jing Yichen was four years old, he followed Jing Zhongxiu to celebrate Zhao Qing. When he was here when he was three years old, he still remembered that his mother was buried here. He refused to believe that his mother died and he was not needed. Unwilling to go up, Jing Zhongxiu carried him on his back.

This is the only time in his thirty-year life that his father has carried him on his back, so he has always remembered it deeply.

Jing Zhongxiu apparently thought of the events of the year, but he did not expect that his son, who is four years old, still remembers it now! He didn't insist on walking by himself anymore, and let his son carry him forward.

Jing Yichen was carrying him, but his eyes slowly turned red.

It turned out that my father with a tall and tall memory was old and late. He was carrying him with no effort. When did his father become so light?

Father's height of one meter eight or eight should be at least one hundred seventy to eighty pounds, how can he feel that he is only twenty or thirty pounds heavier than the ninety pounds Shangguan?

Perhaps on his son's back, Jing Zhongxiu felt very stable. When Jing Yichen put him in the car, he no longer resisted the powerful effect of alcohol and fell asleep.

Jing Yichen drove Jing Zhongxiu back to the Jing family in a car. Then, in the eyes of everyone in the Jing family, Jing Zhongxiu backed into the villa, into the living room, and finally into his bedroom.

Today is the anniversary of the death of the young master’s mother. All the servants of the Jing family know that because every day before, the young master will have a quarrel with the old man, and then the old man will get drunk and unconscious in the middle of the night, and the housekeeper will come back.

Today, why is it completely different?