Yan Ning sighed, "You, you shouldn't make up your own lies in order to reassure yourself, and you shouldn't catch all the unnecessary charges, and put the responsibility on your Omega."

He took Zheng Fei's hand and patted it slowly and gently.

"You want me to say, you still have a bad temper when you were young: You can do nothing, just this Alpha's self-esteem is so tight that no one can touch it." Yan Ning said, "You don't look at others in your heart, you think he's so stingy The dog, the flower delivery, the poor birth, but the body does not listen to the call, the old love actively entangled people-when have we been so angry? Didn't we always stand on the peak, not even other Alpha, why today? Declined to be dominated by a common Omega? You are not willing to hold on to a bad smell, you have to prove that you are omnipotent, so you have to take him away, pretending to hold on to nothing now. Feiyu, what I said right?"

Zheng Feiyu gritted his teeth and turned his painful eyes elsewhere. ??

No amount of whitewashing can hide the biological father who knows everything. Yan Ning's face-to-face approach was broken in face to face, which made him more embarrassed than Zheng Hongming's scolding and covering his face.

Yan Ning pulled him up, asked him to sit beside him, took a horseshoe cake from the plate and handed it to him.

"Eat."

It's like a rainbow candy that represents comfort at an early age.

Zheng Fei's sword eyebrows were locked tightly, and the cakes in his hands were turned over and over. He tried to calm down and think about some things, but his mind was covered with fog and mist, and there was nowhere to go.

After a long time, he grabbed his hair and asked painfully, "Dad, should I just give in?" I have my own track, my own direction, and my goals are clear. God didn't ask me if I agree to disagree, throw the hydrangea Just drop an Omega casually, and I have to accept it completely, can't I resist? "

Yanning heard the words and smiled lightly: "Fei, you still don't understand me. Language was invented out of the need for communication. There is nothing to talk openly between people. No matter You admit it or not, the relationship between you and him has already existed in substance. What matters to both parties, how to go in the future, marriage or breakup should be the result of negotiation between the two parties, not your words, especially ... you still have Daughters. "

Talking about the little granddaughter who had no chance to meet, Yan Ning deeply regretted it. If the son is too jerk, and the granddaughter is almost a year old, he hasn't hugged it.

"That kid ... is it okay now?"

Zheng Feiyu didn't have a frontal picture of his daughter, so he could only pull out his cell phone and show Yan Ning the back of his father and son.

Yan Ning held up the frame and carefully looked up at the young back of the lily of the valley, and the little braid on her head. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, he couldn't help but reach out, and touched the screen lovingly: "This is going to turn around, it must be a particularly beautiful child."

And Omega, who was holding her, was thin and sturdy, and the wind was about to drift away. How much pain had she suffered.

Yan Ning's heart hurt a lot.

Just now, He An was talking about, and his emotions rested on a broad vision called Omega. He could barely keep calm. Now that there are photos, owe and pity converge together to a real person, much thicker.

The emotions that have been extinguished for many years have rippled and started to fluctuate.

"It's two people who have a fate with you, why don't you let it go?" Yan Ning held her cell phone and shivered at her fingertips. "Omega is also a human and has self-esteem. Hida, you were born Alpha, Wearing pheromone armor, I was accustomed to the indestructible security, so I cracked a little bit of flesh, and felt that the sky was going to fall. But your Omega? Have you ever thought that he was born without armor? Should I just poke you open? "

"Zheng Feiyan, you can't take 99% off the pheromone, but you won't even pay 1%."

Yan Ning's throat was dumb and she couldn't keep talking.

He sat there for a moment, returned the phone to Zheng Feiyu, and got up to walk to the door.

As soon as I left the house, my footsteps softened. "Go for a hot bath, change the wet clothes, and stay at home for lunch at noon. It's a rare holiday. Don't be too depressed."

Near noon, the heavy snow in the mountains finally rested, and the shrubs and trees outside the window were covered with a layer of white hoe. The mule was thick and fluffy, and when the wind came, it swept like a broom and fell thin.

Sunlight penetrated the high clouds and cast a few beams of light, illuminating the restaurant of the Zheng family.

The luxurious marble long dining table was beaten into the cold palace, replaced by a simple oak round table. The three of the Zheng family sat around the table, four dishes, a bowl of soup, and lightly nourished the stomach. The silver maggot that Zheng Hongming personally fished was lying in the bowl, the fish roe was orange, the green onions were green, the soup was white, and there was a steaming steam.

Xu Ning gave Yan Ning a small bowl, Yan Ning thanked him, used the spoon to poke away the **** slices, and took a sip.

Zheng Hongming ate his own food, but secretly paid attention to Yan Ning's every move, hoping to hear a positive comment so that he could open his mouth for invitations. Who knew that Yanning didn't judge the quality of the fish soup, but changed her chopsticks to grab another dish.

Zheng Hongming had no choice but to pretend to say something: "Yan Ning, what do you think of this soup?"

Yan Ning nodded: "Very good."

Zheng Hongming was immediately relieved: "Actually, the fish in the soup ..."

"It's just that the fish is a little bit worse." Yan Ning was expressionless, took a napkin and wiped her mouth. After wiping, she felt that the expression was not accurate enough, and then corrected, "No, it's bad."

Zheng Hongming was dumbfounded for a second, and his old face was a bit unstoppable.

He glanced up at Mom Xu, for fear that she would take out the true origin of the broken fish in order to maintain her "fish-feeding sentiment", and immediately preemptive, reversed right and wrong: "Yes, yes, it's worse. The kitchen chooses ingredients It ’s getting more and more uncomfortable, so I have to deduct some wages. "

Zheng Fei's hand holding chopsticks froze in the air.

He looked at Zheng Hongming and said: Do you think that he is as wise as my dad, would he not know whether the fish was fished or bought?

During the meal, Zheng Hongming was always gloomy and old-faced, but Yan Ning was in a good mood. He put down his chopsticks when he was half full and talked with Zheng Feiyu about what happened in the school.