Chapter 1422

"Love me? Love me, why didn't you come out to find me? Why didn't you come to pick me up? Why didn't you do anything?" Lin Tongtong waved his hands, extremely sad.

Jing Ming hurriedly said, "No, they did. They really did."

"Don't lie to me!" Lin Tongtong cried out sadly, "I am not a three-year-old child, I will feel their good or bad with my heart! I will feel it with my heart! I can't feel their love, I can't feel it! Don't I hate speaking for them! Hate!"

"Tongtong!" Jing Ming hugged her with his arms, his voice choked, "Don't be like this, you are my... daughter."

But the excited Lin Tongtong's ears were ringing, and she didn't hear the choked-up words at all. She pushed Jing Ming away with all her strength, and her emotions were on the verge of collapse...

"I don't want your concern! I don't want you! I don't want you, not you!"

Shao Wei couldn't bear it anymore, she ran out and hugged Lin Tongtong tightly, "Sister Tongtong, don't be sad, don't be sad, you still have friends, if you want, I hope I can be your sister. "

At this moment, Shao Wei showed great kindness and tried her best to comfort this "orphan" so that she would not feel hopeless.

Shao Zhihui also came out, looking at Jing Ming with wet eyes, he walked over to hold his arm, and pulled him to the side of the car...

"You should go back first. I can see that the girl is blaming her biological parents. You say yes. Since you all know that she is your own, why don't they come over tonight if you come over? Really don't want to admit it?

If you don't want to admit it, then don't blame the girl for hating them! Any child would hate it! You go back and have a good talk with her mother, I think this child needs maternal love. "

Jing Ming smiled shyly, looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's my fault."

A trace of confusion flashed in Shao Zhihui's eyes, "Mr. Jing...do you have any difficulties?"

Jing Ming wiped his face again, thinking that sooner or later this matter will be made public, because he will not deny his daughter Tongtong.

So, he said, "I will tell Shao Ju, this child was born to me."

"Huh?" Shao Zhihui was stunned, a little confused, "Then...then why didn't you explain it clearly to her just now?"

"The child is too excited. I'm afraid of irritating her. She always thought that my second brother was her real father."

"Then if you know it's you..."

"I guess she...wouldn't accept it for a while."

"You gave her a bad impression?"

Jing Ming smiled wryly again, "Think about it, my sister and I were raised... and I never loved her for a single day, and my older sister would send her sister to my grandma who raised her every year to visit her secretly, I've never done anything as a father."

Hearing what he said, Shao Zhihui smiled and patted him on the shoulder...

"I can't blame you. I believe you didn't know that your sister was pregnant before you left Kyoto."

Shao Zhihui was sure because he had heard Lin Tongtong talk about his life experience and Jing Qiu's story before.

Jing Ming nodded, "I only found out recently."

"So, Miss Tongtong will forgive you. When I left, my wife was also pregnant. When I came back, a pair of daughters were already in their twenties. I also owed them more than 20 years of fatherly love. But a daughter doesn't blame her father."

Jing Ming's eyes sparkled after hearing this, and a confident smile appeared on his handsome face.

Shao Zhihui held his hand, "Father's love can still be made up, just love my daughter well in the future."

Jing Ming nodded gratefully, "Thank you Director Shao, I know what to do in the future."

"Um."

Jing Ming opened the car door, thought for a while and then turned his head, "Then when should I come pick her up?"

"When she calms down and is willing to accept you."

...

The next morning was cloudy.

Zheng Yihua got up quietly, and walked out of the room wearing a set of white sportswear.

He first went to Mi Rong Xing's room to have a look, twisted the doorknob and tried to push it, but found that it was locked, then looked back at his brother's room.

It was half past five in the morning, and Shao Junfei was probably still awake, so Zheng Yihua went downstairs to run alone.

After running two laps on the sports field, the butler came over and said that the car and personnel for going to the nursing home today were all ready, and asked him when to leave?

"Let's start at seven o'clock. It's a long way. It will take more than two hours to drive there."

The butler nodded, "Yes, young master, then I will arrange your breakfast."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work."

After the housekeeper left, Zheng Yihua practiced on the exercise machine for a while before slowly walking back to the villa...

At this time, a white sports car stopped in the yard. It was Li Zhiming who came back from "off work" at the bar. He got out of the car and met Zheng Yihua face to face. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Good morning."

Zheng Yihua glanced at him lightly, and entered the room without making a sound.

Li Zhiming snorted contemptuously: "What airs are you putting on?"

The two walked into the living room one after the other, and the butler came out of the dining room, and bowed slightly respectfully to Zheng Yihua: "Master, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat now?"

Zheng Yihua wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, "I'll go take a shower, change clothes and come down."

"Okay." The butler took a step back.

Zheng Yihua stepped upstairs, Li Zhiming rushed to the butler, pulled his face and said displeasedly: "Old man, you only have him in your eyes, don't you have me?"

The butler raised his head calmly, "Master Ming just got home from get off work, isn't he going to the small building to rest?"

"Master, I don't want to go to bed first, I want to have breakfast first!" He pushed the housekeeper away domineeringly, and walked straight into the dining room.

Seeing that Zheng Yihua's seat was full of delicious western dishes, he immediately sat down, picked up a sandwich and bit into it.

"Master Ming, this belongs to the young master." The butler wanted to stop it.

Li Zhiming snorted and raised his chin arrogantly, "Is there his name on it?"

"But this position belongs to him, you know, Young Master Ming."

"Oh! When I was sitting in this position in this family, he was still fishing in the ravine with his bare butt."

"Master Ming..." The housekeeper frowned dissatisfiedly, "Please be careful with your wording."

"Cut!" Li Zhiming waved at him impatiently, "Go, go, don't affect my appetite."

Helpless, the housekeeper turned around and wanted to instruct the chef to make another breakfast, but suddenly Li Zhiming picked up Zheng Yihua's special cup to pour milk, and immediately shouted: "This one can't be moved!"

Fu Shumin has specially emphasized that no one can drink the special cup for the eldest and young master. You must know that she personally made this cup for Zheng Yihua in a ceramic handicraft shop.

Exquisite and beautiful, unique.

There is a picture of Zheng Yihua's full moon on it, and the letter "love" written by her, and a cup embodies her affectionate maternal love.

Zheng Yihua would use this cup to drink milk every time he went home. It can be seen that he likes it very much. It seems that he can regain the lost maternal love and feel the warmth from the cup made by his mother.

Hearing the shout, Li Zhiming glanced at the cup and curled his lower lip, "Is the cup dirty?"

"It's for the young master." The housekeeper reached out to grab it.

Li Zhiming pulled his hand, stood up and said displeasedly: "Everything belongs to him! Are you going to tell me that this big house also belongs to him? All the plants and trees here belong to him, a country bumpkin?"

"Master Ming, you...you can't make trouble like this." The housekeeper became serious and wanted to grab the cup, "Give me the cup quickly, this is the lady's special purpose..."

Li Zhiming suddenly let go of his hand, and the cup fell along the butler's fingertips...

"Ah!" The housekeeper rushed over, but still failed to catch it.

With a bang, the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

The housekeeper was stunned, staring blankly at the blue and white pieces on the ground, the veins on his forehead kept throbbing.

He clenched his fists and looked up at Li Zhiming, "You?"

"What? You want to say that I dropped it?" Li Zhiming's eyes widened, he pushed the butler, and poked his shoulder viciously, "Old man, I can't even hold a cup, what does the Shao family want you to do?" ?”

The housekeeper's face turned blue, and his clenched fists were bulging with veins. He tried his best to hold back the anger in his heart, and said solemnly: "Master Ming, don't go too far!"

"I'm too much, what can you do to me?" Li Zhiming smiled coldly, "So, be smart in the future, and be respectful when you see me, don't make me unhappy!"

After finishing speaking, he tugged at his neckline, raised his head in a haughty manner, whistled and walked towards the entrance of the restaurant...

The butler was trembling all over, twitching his cheeks uncomfortably.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a sound of a heavy object falling from the entrance of the restaurant, followed by another scream: "Ah..."

The butler turned around in surprise, his heart beating wildly.

Zheng Yihua, who was still wearing sportswear, picked up Li Zhiming, who had been knocked to the ground by him, and punched him in the stomach with his iron fist, until Li Zhiming's feet became weak, and he bent over and began to vomit... …

"Come on!" Seeing Li Zhiming fell to the ground again, Zheng Yihua shouted, "Drag him out and throw him into the car, and drive back to the bar!"

After saying that, two tall bodyguards ran in from the door, they couldn't help but dragged Li Zhiming's arms and walked out of the house.

The butler panicked, remembering that Shao Qingfeng was still living in this yard, he hurried to Zheng Yihua, "Eldest young master, second aunt..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yihua interrupted him solemnly, "Uncle Zhao, you go out and notify the guards now, without my order, Li Zhiming is not allowed to set foot in the Shao family compound again!"

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, the housekeeper nodded respectfully, "Yes."

After he left, Zheng Yihua walked into the dining room again, looking at the broken porcelain cup on the ground, her handsome eyes shrank sadly...

"Master, let me tidy up." Sister Ying came over with a wastebasket in her hand.

Zheng Yihua raised her hand to stop her, then slowly squatted down and picked up the broken porcelain pieces one by one.

Sister Ying lowered her eyes and saw that his handsome face was tense, and his long eyelashes covered his slender eyelids. He looked calm, but she could faintly see that the corners of his eyes were getting wet...

This is a precious gift given to him by the eldest lady. He just holds the cup to drink milk when he returns home, which shows how much he cherishes this cup.

"Young Master." Sister Ying bent down sadly and stretched out her hand, "Let me throw it away."

Zheng Yihua shook her head, "Don't tell Madam."

Miss Ying paused.

"Speak to the housekeeper too." He said again in a low voice.

Sister Ying's nose was acidic, "Yes, young master."

Zheng Yihua stood up slowly again, with a heavy complexion, and walked out of the restaurant holding the broken porcelain...

Not three minutes after he left, Qingfeng rushed into the living room from the backyard, shouting angrily, "Shao Ye! Where are you, Shao Ye?"

Fu Shumin's answering voice came from the stairs: "What are you doing with my son so early in the morning?"

Qingfeng turned around and rushed to the stairs, pointing at her angrily: "You are such a good son who grew up in a mountain village! Why did he drive away Zhiming? Could it be that he, Shao Ye, already owns this family now?"

It turned out that Qingfeng had already received a call from Li Zhiming, and when she heard about it, she frantically sought Zheng Yihua for comment.