perfect hidden marriage

Chapter 437 Maybe, He's Not Gentle enough
"What are you doing in that neighborhood?"

Half an hour later, Bo Feihong took Yang Jiahui home with a millet ball in his hands. After giving her a bottle of water, he saw that her complexion gradually returned to normal, so he asked this question.

With a sip of water in her mouth, Yang Jiahui rolled her eyes, only then did she remember that she came back today to pack her clothes.

Hearing the question, she slowly continued while twisting the cap of the bottle:

"Oh, it's close to the unit. I rented a single apartment in that community..."

Bo Feihong was startled when he heard that, at this moment, Xiaomi Tuan was kissing his face, and Kaka was smiling happily, father and daughter are so cute!
Don't look at this big bastard, in normal times, he is like a big stupid bear, playing with children, but he is especially attractive to children.

"I originally planned to go downstairs and come back here to tidy up, and then move in..."

She lowered her head and added another sentence.

Who would have thought that such a shocking change would happen.

The weirdest thing was that in the midst of a crisis, she miraculously got through to his phone.

Could it be that this is a fixed number in the dark?

She sighed inwardly.

Hearing this, Bao Feihong's expression became indifferent: "Oh! You are about to move out..."

He shaved his daughter's tender little face, and saw the little guy yawning secretly, leaning against his neck, as if about to fall asleep.

She didn't answer, just drank water, and really didn't know how to answer.

Bo Feihong hugged his daughter horizontally, watched her obediently close her eyes, and then continued:
"Don't you want to pack up? Go and clean up! I'll put Xiaomi Tuan to sleep first...let her sleep by my side, and I'll drive you there after you pack up..."

"..."

Yang Jiahui originally hoped that he would soften his temper and persuade her to stay, but in the end, she was so blocked by this sentence that she felt so uncomfortable, her pretty face sank, and she went into their room.

Yes, I'm angry!

I'm deeply angry!
Grandma didn't say a word to keep her.

This man's heart is really hard!
Their room was large, with a bedroom adjoining a cloakroom.

Yang Jiahui threw all her clothes on the bed in a fit of anger, whether it was summer clothes or winter clothes, she took them all out, and then went to put her two oversized suitcases, Bring it from the utility room.

When passing by the living room, she only saw Bao Feihong carefully put her daughter on the movable cot in the living room.

Hmph, this stinky man only cares about his daughter, when did he ever care about her?
In short, she has no status at all in this family.

Never dispensable!

She angrily pulled two suitcases into the room, and threw clothes into the suitcases indiscriminately.

But when he put it away, he sat on the ground discouraged, and cried for no reason.

In this home, there are shadows of their life together everywhere, she is so reluctant to part with it.

However, that man...

mad at her...

I'm really going to piss her off...

"Why are you crying?"

After Bao Feihong settled his daughter down, he came to the door of the master bedroom. He didn't go in, but only sighed heavily, not daring to keep her!
Just in time, a soft cry came into his ears.

He walks in and is confused to see her crying.

When a woman is crying, she can't ask. If she asks, the tears will fall more and more.

Yang Jiahui was like this, the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged.

"What the hell is this?"

Bo Feihong squatted down in confusion, and kindly handed him a tissue, speculating:

"Still afraid?"

"..."

"The quality of the elevators in that place is not good."

"..."

"I have to complain later..."

Yang Jiahui grabbed a tissue and was wiping it. Hearing these few words, she couldn't help but raise her head.

This man has no EQ at all!

She couldn't help but glared.

Bo Feihong couldn't help but shut up.

Alas, I don't know how I offended her again.

As for Yang Jiahui, holding back her grievances and shedding tears, she angrily stuffed all her clothes into the suitcase.

But there are too many, stuffed in a mess, how can it be covered.

She tried several times, but couldn't cover it.

It's her behavior, it's too barbaric.

Seeing this scene, Bao Feihong couldn't help but opened his mouth again: "You don't fold your clothes and put them in, how much can you stuff them in such a random way? What are you fussing about with the suitcase, Yang Jiahui, what kind of nerve do you have?" caught up?"

He really can't understand the heart of a woman.

It was fine when I came back before, but now it has turned into a lit firecracker, as if it can blow up whoever it sees.

Being accused by him, Yang Jiahui was so angry that she couldn't bear it and yelled at him:
"Yes, it's because I have a wrong nerve that I still have nostalgia for this family, and I still have fantasies about you..."

After yelling, he sat on the suitcase with a blank face and began to cry bitterly.

Bo Feihong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he would have misunderstood it? Could it be that she was crying because she was angry that he didn't keep her?

"Jiahui..."

He walked over, stretched out his hand to touch her head, stretched it out in the air, then retracted it, hanging on the sides of his body, and finally took a deep breath, and only then did he dissect all his thoughts opened:
"Jiahui, if you want to leave, I dare not keep you. I know, you are very disappointed in me.

"I just want to say one last thing: Chunyan is dead, she only remains in my gradually blurred memory.

"After all, no one can cut it off with a single knife, don't you think?

"And you, you have always lived in my life. Now you and Xiaomi Tuan are the only center of my life.

"However, if one day you and I walk away, if you marry another person, then I can only put you in my memory.

"But, Jiahui, in this life, I will never get married again.

"So, if one day you get married and you want to have a baby again, please leave the millet ball to me, please?

"I will take good care of her...

"I know that in this life, I'm destined not to be a husband that people can admire, but I will try my best to be a good father...

"I will work hard and let Xiaomi Tuan live comfortably..."

He thought his words were very good, but Yang Jiahui suddenly stood up again, with an angry expression on his face:
"What the hell is going on in your mind? Why am I... why do I have to marry another? Why do I have to have another child?"

What is he talking about?
Bo Feihong was blocked by her words for a while and couldn't answer:

"Isn't this man Lang Dashan pursuing you again? And he doesn't care that you gave birth to a child at all?"

He stared with burning eyes.

"Lang Dashan?"

Yang Jiahui recalled it for a while.

The emotional crisis between the two of them seems to have started bit by bit strangely after the appearance of Lang Dashan.

It was her first love, but it made her suffer for so many years.

"Yes, he approached me, but I refused..."

"You refused?"

Bo Feihong was startled again, then blurted out and asked:
"When did this happen?"

"I've only met him three times. When we met for the second time, I talked it over with him."

Bo Feihong thought for a while, feeling as if he had misunderstood something.

His eyes also lit up because of this recognition, and then he continued:
"He came to me and asked me to let you go."

Yang Jiahui was stunned, then frowned:
"Why is that man so shameless? I've made it clear to him..."

"Really? Now that you've made it clear, why are you still hugging him?"

He pressed the surprise in his heart and asked again.

"Hold together?"

Her eyebrows were deeply tightened:
"It should be after the second meeting, I said goodbye to Lang Dashan... That day, we talked for a long time, and we talked about everything. The knot was also untied. At that time, he said that he wanted to be with you. I started over, but I told him that I was getting married soon and my daughter was growing up... Then he expressed his regret and said he would give me one last hug..."

"If you have no old feelings for him? Will you hug him?"

Bo Feihong questioned the steal.

Well, this question is indeed a sharp one.

Yang Jiahui blinked, thought for a while, and then answered honestly:

"That's because I want to feel whether that person's embrace has any influence on me now... There is one thing I don't want to deny, that is, when I am in love with him, I enjoy being surrounded by him very much." The feeling of holding him in my arms. As a result, after holding him, I found that I don't feel the slightest bit about him..."

That weird masculinity only made her feel uncomfortable.

After a comparison, I still feel that Bao Feihong hugs her more comfortably.

At this point, she was truly liberated.

"Wait a minute, how did you know that I met him? Bo Feihong, are you following me?"

Suddenly, Yang Jiahui squinted her eyes and asked.

In the past, she didn't know this man very well. After getting along for a long time, she knew very well that Bao Feihong's tracking ability was very strong.

This has a lot to do with him being a special soldier.

"No, just saw it!"

This is true.

"So, you think I'm going to get along with someone else, don't you?"

This question is her speculation.

Bo Feihong patted his short head, didn't answer, just said:
"After that time, Lang Dashan found me..."

Now it seems that he may have been tricked by others...

In addition, Yang Jiahui became very abnormal during those days, so...

"I never thought about reconciling with Lang Dashan..."

She thought, she should explain this matter clearly.

"Well, now, I know."

Bo Feihong nodded slightly, and all the doubts in his heart finally melted away.

The next moment, he stepped forward, stared straight at the petite woman in front of him, and asked with a very serious expression:

"Jiahui, you have my feelings in your heart, don't you?"

These words are really too hateful.

Yang Jiahui raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes immediately:
"Bo Feihong, is it too heartless for you to ask this? If I didn't have you, why would I live with you? If I didn't plan to start this family, why would I open a joint account with you and deposit the money together? Bo Feihong, is your brain made of elm?"

She widened her eyes and asked aggressively.

She was obviously fierce, but Bao Feihong thought she was extremely fierce and charming.

He stared at it motionless, responded lightly, and admitted:

"Yes, I have an elm brain. Because I always feel that I am not worthy of you. I am vulgar. I am not educated. I am ugly. I can't understand women's thoughts at all. I thought, you It's normal if you fall in love with others. I was born to be a boring gourd..."

"Hey, if you look down on yourself so much again, I'm going to be angry."

Yang Jiahui's face was sombre, and then her fingers poked his thick chest fiercely:

"A man who is good-looking is easy to be missed by other women. I don't need my husband to be particularly handsome.

"Your diploma is not high, but what does a diploma mean? Those who have a diploma may not be much better than you?

"You're a boring gourd, but you wouldn't say less about what you should say, wouldn't you? Otherwise, how did you get those lists?

"Are you poor? If you are really poor, can you work with me to make Jinyuan better?"

The cases she counted were all his good.

Suddenly, he smiled.

Because of the scar on this man's face, his body is big, and when he is not smiling, he is very fierce, which makes people feel frightened.When it's ridiculous, it's cute, with a kind of shady naivety.

Yang Jiahui was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

A man who is obviously not good-looking, why, she just thinks he is very masculine!

The heartbeat became frantic for no reason.

"Really? My shortcomings are regarded as advantages in your eyes?"

A unique masculine breath came over her strongly, disturbing her thoughts for no reason.

She looked at each other, and said softly: "It's not a shortcoming, it's an advantage. Bo Feihong, I saw that you were very confident when you went out to deal with people, why is your mental state so bad when you're with me? It's okay, why are you flattening yourself so low?"

"That's because in front of you. In front of others, I can play around. In front of you, you know how I play. You know me very well. In essence, I'm not as good as you..."

He answered gently.

It is not difficult to see that in this sentence, he put himself very low.

"Then I can tell you responsibly now that you are good enough..."

She gave a very honest evaluation.

This evaluation made his eyes flash again and again.

"Really? Since I'm good enough, Jiahui, why don't you leave..."

Gently, he hugged her into his arms and made a retainer:
"I... I want to continue living with you. I want to run this family well. I also want to guard and love you well..."

This man doesn't have a tender side.

When it was revealed like this, Yang Jiahui suddenly felt that she was instantly killed.

However, her sanity is still there.

Pressing against his chest, she stared straight at each other:

"Really? Do you still want to take care of the old lady of the Fan family?"

This is the focus of their previous conflicts.

Because of these words, the man's glowing face dimmed little by little, and his arm around her also retracted little by little.

After wiping his face hard, he looked at her deeply, with regret on his face:
"Jiahui, I don't want to hide it from you. I really can't ignore the old lady's affairs... It's not because I still love Chunyan... It's just a man's responsibility..."

"Bo Feihong, 14 years ago, when you went home to visit relatives, did you stay in a chain hotel in W City for one night. That night, the hotel caught fire, and you helped save a dozen students, didn't you?"

Yang Jiahui changed the subject suddenly.

Bo Feihong was taken aback, and took a while to answer: "Well, there was such a thing."

"At that time, you were still injured. You were stabbed on your left face and left shoulder, right..."

He was stunned again, and asked sullenly: "Yes, but how do you know this?"

Yang Jiahui didn't answer, and continued to ask:

"Now please tell me, when the fire was so big, why did you go to save people desperately?"

After Bo Feihong glanced suspiciously, he told the truth:
"If I don't save them, can I watch those children lose their lives?
"I am a soldier. The duty of a soldier is to protect citizens.

"In addition, I have learned various special fire rescue skills in the army. The incident is urgent and the rescue force is so small. If I don't participate in the battle, can I still be worthy of my military uniform?"

As soon as the words came out, Yang Jiahui sighed deeply, and suddenly rushed over and hugged him tightly.

This situation really confuses him.

"Jiahui...you...what do you mean?"

"I resigned to my fate!"

Yang Jiahui sighed deeply.

Bo Feihong looked at her very puzzled.

I do not know!
"I have no objection to you taking care of old lady Fan. We will earn money slowly, and we will raise the old lady together..."

She... just compromised.

This made him even more dumbfounded, and he looked down, feeling extremely strange:

"you……"

What's happening here?
She looked at it with full eyes:

"My life was brought back with your help. What is money? Since you said that you feel guilty towards Mrs. Fan, fine, then, we will smooth it out together..."

"..."

Bo Feihong felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

She, she,... why did she change all of a sudden...

In the middle, what happened?
But she didn't explain any more, but raised her feet and kissed him deeply...

Perhaps, he is not gentle enough, not passionate enough, but he is very real.

14 years ago, he was willing to sacrifice his life to fight the fire for a group of strangers who had never met each other, and she was able to save her life because of him.

After 14 years, he can even spend all his family wealth for someone else's mother.

He's even a little silly.

But his heart is soft enough, thick enough, and broad enough.

He used his own hands and shoulders to express the responsibility of a man with his own actions.

Yes, he has always been such a person, of course she can choose not to accept it.

But, she's already stuck in it!
Now that you're in love, you can only accept your fate...

Su Jin fell asleep and was forced to sleep by the man.

After waking up, the first thing she did was to call Yang Jiahui.

Although Jin Hengyuan said that Yang Jiahui was fine.But she still wanted to hear herself say it with her own ears.

"Nothing. Just a false alarm."

Yang Jiahui smiled there shallowly, the laughter sounded so pleasant.

"Xiao Jin, let me tell you an incredible thing..."

"what's up?"

"I found my savior back then..."

The sound is so joyful.

Su Jin's mood was also infected.

She knew that Yang Jiahui was almost killed in a fire during a spring outing in junior high school.She didn't participate in the spring outing because of poor health.Later, she heard from her mouth that a special soldier saved many classmates.

"is it?"

"If I hadn't met Cao Qiushui by chance, I would never have known that Bo Feihong was the special soldier who saved me back then..."

Su Jin listened, and was very surprised...

This is too coincidental!

"No way...Bo Feihong is your savior?"

"Yeah, what a coincidence!"

Yang Jiahui laughed lowly over there:

"It's just an incredible coincidence!"

"So, you are reconciled, right..."

"Yes, we are reconciled..."

Yang Jiahui smiled softly.

"This is a great fate, how can I live up to it?"

"Yes, yes, such a fate, I really can't live up to it. Jiahui, congratulations..."

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Su Jin smiled happily.

Just in time, Jin Hengyuan walked in, saw it, and asked, "What are you happy about? Laughing like this?"

Su Jin recognized the direction, and waved: "Come on, let me tell you some good news: Jiahui and Lao Bo are finally over... This is something to celebrate..."

"is it?"

Jin Hengyuan sat next to her, his tone also tinged with surprise.

"You and I, this matter is really amazing...Jiahui said..."

Su Jin told the classic old story between Yang Jiahui and Bo Feihong in detail, and at the end, he sighed with joy:

"Isn't that dramatic?
"All these years, Jiahui has always wanted to know who was the one who saved her. In the end, they met again in such a way. They were still so stiff with each other.

"Today, she couldn't get through to anyone's phone, but she was thrown by the elevator in the end, and she accidentally dialed Bo Feihong's phone, and she got through...

"You said, is this the so-called fate..."

Jin Hengyuan listened quietly, smiled, put his arms around her, and kissed her hair.

"Well, not bad, very good, Lao Bo is going to have a blast this time..."

"That is for sure."

Su Jin smiled happily.

"It seems that I really need to thank Cao Qiushui... We both said so much, but it was useless. As for her, she broke the deadlock between the two with just a few words... I will invite her to the wedding later. I have to thank her well..."

(End of this chapter)