Love is like fire: the president's sweet engagement

She wanted to find someone to talk about these things and seek advice, but she did not dare to tell them all, because she was afraid that what she would get in exchange for was not sincere advice and help, but ridicule and white eyes.

So she never mentioned her distress to anyone. She was afraid of being ridiculed and satirized again.

So for a moment, Lin Jinyu didn't know how to speak.

Seeing Lin Jinyu's hesitation, Bai Jingjun also realized that this matter may have brought deep trouble to Lin Jinyu. Otherwise, she would not have been allowed to open a package of snacks in her bedroom and chew them in her mouth. Then he banged his fingers, with a careless look. Because he was chewing something in his mouth, his words were a little vague. "If you'd like to listen to me first, so that you can have a better understanding of me, I always think your sister and brother may have misunderstood me."

When Bai Jingjun said this, Lin Jinyu remembered the first night they came to live in the house.

Lin Jinyu thought of the embarrassing situation that night, and now she was not embarrassed. She bowed her head and apologized to Bai Jingjun: "I'm really sorry to disturb you that night."

Looking at Lin Jinyu's appearance of bowing his head and admitting his mistake, Bai Jingjun couldn't help but roll his eyes. It seems that their sister and brother take this matter very seriously and think they will bear grudges: "don't apologize, where did you come from. I just had too much to drink that night. I played in the bar and brought the woman back

After listening to Bai Jingjun's words, Lin Jinyu frowned and suddenly felt a little unhappy: "do you often bring women back?

After listening to Lin Jinyu's question, Bai Jingjun picked it up and said, "you may not believe it. It was the first time I brought a woman back from a bar. It's too late for me to remember some details

Lin Jinyu really didn't believe Bai Jingjun's words. What did he look like in the company? Lin Jinyu had never seen him before. She had a vague connection with several female colleagues in the company. Take a woman home for the first time, cheat the ghost.

Lin Jinyu looked at Bai Jingjun with slight disdain: "they are all young people."

Seeing that Lin Jinyu didn't believe in himself, Bai Jingjun still wanted to explain, but he was interrupted by Lin Jinyu: "your personality is so cheerful. You must have been very happy when you were a child. Your parents are not in Korea?"

In some accidents, Lin Jinyu would ask about her parents and lick her lips. She seemed to be in a dilemma: "my mother died long ago. My father, we don't see each other very often."

Lin Jinyu is very surprised that Bai Jingjun has such a family background. She thinks that Bai Jingjun should have a happy family and care for his parents.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Lin Jinyu felt that she had said something wrong.

"No, I'm used to it. After my mother died, I lived in Chen Lei's home for several years, and then my father sent me to Korea to live. "

"Are you related to Chen Lei?"

When Bai Jingjun mentioned Chen Lei, he seemed to dislike him: "he's so ugly, I don't want to be related to him. Our mother is a good friend. After my mother died, his parents took me to their house. "

When he mentioned his childhood, Bai Jingjun fell into memories.

When he was seven or eight years old, what he remembered most was the woman who often came to the house to abuse her mother. Every time he came, he would punch and kick his mother, and the swearing words were also unbearable.

The mother didn't know how to resist, so she let the woman bully her. That woman beat tired, scold of vexed will leave.

Every time my mother sits by the bed, covering her face and crying in a low voice, her back is stirring because of choking. The picture is deeply imprinted in Bai Jingjun's mind.

That woman often comes to the house to make trouble, but Bai Jingjun's father has never been in charge of it. That father is a complete stranger to Bai Jingjun. It's ok if he doesn't come. Every time he comes, the next day after he leaves, the woman will come too. Her hands will be heavier and her mother will be scolded worse.

In the twinkling of an eye, I was almost at the age of school, but I didn't have a hukou. At that time, my father was even busier. He didn't go home for three or five months. Every time he went home, he took a few minutes and left. My mother didn't have a chance to discuss her Hukou with her father.