Her Overbearing Man

The hair on Zhao Qiyu's back is standing up straight, which seems to remind Zhao Qiyu that danger is coming.

My mind is constantly saying "danger, danger..."

But Zhao Qiyu's feet were like nails. She couldn't move.

She just stood there, not daring to move.

Time passes slowly, but it seems to pass quickly.

It's not a hot season, but Zhao Qiyu clearly felt the cold sweat had soaked the whole back, without a trace of warmth.

"Here you are."

She heard her father's voice, clear and light, as before facing her and her mother Li Hui, completely unchanged gentle and calm, without a trace of fireworks.

In the past, she could not recognize the difference. She always felt that her father, her daughter and her mother had the same attitude.

Because he is such a person, always gentle, regardless of each other's poor or noble status, is the same attitude.

It will not change because of the other party's identity.

At least, Zhao Qiyu used to think that her father, who kept her at a distance, really treated everyone the same.

But this time, she was very scared, but after the extreme fear, her mind calmed down.

She can clearly feel that her upper and lower teeth are constantly trembling, even her hands and feet are cold and heavy.

She can also tell the subtle difference between her father, who seems to treat all people equally, and her mother, who is always sad for spring and autumn, is always in tears.

Maybe it was the difference that made her today, which almost subverted her former life.

Zhao Qiyu was sure that she didn't hear any angry emotion from these words, but the light voice made her feel chilly.

The eyes from the opposite side are very penetrating, which makes Zhao Qiyu not even have the possibility and courage to ignore that vision.

She heard her own weak mosquito voice, "yes, father."

Although the voice is small, but in this quiet room, Zhao Qi has enough to hear clearly, he gently smile, but there is no smile in the tone, "good boy."

Zhao Qiyu shakes again.

As if did not see Zhao Qiyu embarrassed appearance, Zhao Qi looked to the side of the middle-aged man, "you go out first."

The middle-aged man looks like he's in his forties. When he looks at it carefully, he has a light flesh color on his head, but his body has become slightly fat, his lower abdomen has bulged, and his clothes have become fat.

Although he is wearing a suit with the most masculine temperament, standing in front of Zhao Qi, who is wearing a loose Tang suit, he is still at a low level. I don't know how many grades he has.

Hearing Zhao Qi's words, the middle-aged man nodded slightly and went out. From the beginning to the end, except for the first glance, he never saw Zhao Qiyu again.

With a slight "click" of the door closing, there were only two people left in the room, but it was so quiet that Zhao Qiyu felt that there was only his own breathing in the whole room.

Drooping eyebrows through hair to see slowly, slowly close to their own shadow.

"Put your head up."

This is the second sentence that the father said to himself in this room. It's still light and doesn't mean to be angry.

But looking at the shadow that stopped not far away from him, Zhao Qiyu didn't dare to look up.

"Qiyu, be obedient. My father asked you to raise your head."

Probably wait for a while to see her still did not move, Zhao Qi and not tired of coaxing.

But Zhao Qiyu doesn't know whether it's an illusion. She vaguely hears a little coldness from her tone. It seems that if she doesn't obey, something will happen next.

That kind of nervous feeling impels her to raise her head and look at Zhao Qi with some fear in her eyes.

"Good boy."

Zhao Qi said so again with unknown meaning.

But Zhao Qiyu is still keen to hear that his tone has returned to the previous calm.

Because he was too anxious, Zhao Qiyu carried her neck high, like a proud little girl in a spoiled way with her father.

But Zhao Qiyu didn't have that idea at all.

She just did not dare to move, so motionless looking at the father.

"How was your mother when you came out?"

"Mother is not awake yet."

Zhao Qiyu didn't know whether her father knew or didn't know what she had done, but she didn't dare to say anything more. She just said what Zhao Qi asked, but she quickly added, "I asked the doctor, my mother's condition was stable, so I left."

She didn't know why she added this sentence subconsciously, but she thought it was better.

"So it is."

Zhao Qi is not the kind of appearance that is popular with girls nowadays. On the contrary, his facial features are a little bit feminine. It's just that he has developed a strong momentum in high position for many years, which makes him very attractive.

At the moment, he stood in front of Zhao Qiyu, with a habitual smile on his mouth, looking at her, "do you know why I let them bring you here?"

Zhao Qiyu hesitated for a moment, slightly lowered her head, eased the pain on her neck, and then said, "because I made my mother angry."

She didn't wait for her father to speak, so she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, navel, it's my fault, ignore me, I shouldn't make my mother angry."

"You are wrong." Zhao Qi denied Zhao Qiyu's words.

"What?"

Zhao Qiyu couldn't believe it. She didn't understand.

"Do you know? My father is very angry

He didn't seem to see Zhao Qiyu's frightened eyes. Instead, his eyes fell on the desk next to the room, where there was a picture frame with flowers carved on the edge.

In the frame, there is only one person, one woman.

A woman who is deeply involved in two people here now.

Zhao Qiyu also saw it. She also saw the photo. It was the only photo on the table. Even Zhao Qi himself didn't have it.

She didn't know whether she was envious or envious. She quickly took back her eyes. "I don't understand, father. I've apologized, haven't I?"

"It seems you still don't understand."

But Zhao Qi didn't seem to want to explain it to Zhao Qiyu. Instead, he looked at her, his eyes became distant for a moment, and then suddenly he got up.

"It's not your fault that you make your mother angry. It's normal for children to rebel. But the last thing you should do is disobey your mother face to face. Even after she is in a coma, you don't want to take care of her as a good daughter..."