[Generation of the Year + Military Marriage + Father's Pampering + Two-way Travel]
Others always say that Li Ting is a cold-faced King of Hell and very ruthless.
Su Mengmeng believed it before. But now she was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the man squatting on the ground washing her feet, and she couldn't match that face with the word "cold face".
The factory had just been built, and she was busy for a whole week and didn't go home much. Today, the machine in the workshop broke down and one batch of goods was almost destroyed. When she rushed to protect the paper patterns, a sharp iron piece pulled a bloody gash from the side of her cheekbone. Not deep, but red.
When she got home in the evening, Li Ting put the food on the table and she said she wasn't hungry. He didn't rush, turned around and brought hot water, squatted down, held her ankle and put it into the basin.
No words were spoken the whole time.
Su Mengmeng felt terrified. She looked down at him for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "Why don't you look at me today... Do you think I have become ugly and you don't like me anymore?"
Li Ting's hand paused.
He raised his head, but his eyes were red, and two lines of tears silently slid down the bridge of his nose and dripped into the water.
He choked and spoke: "When I first met you, you were afraid of thunder, and you didn't dare to sleep alone when you heard the barking of wild dogs. Now you can build your own factory, rush to protect those things, and don't even know it hurts if your face is scratched. You don't even need to take medicine when you come back."
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I just feel bad. Why do you carry so many things and you don't even know how to say you are tired?"
Su Mengmeng sat there, looking at him squatting on the ground and rubbing her feet with red eyes, unable to say a word.
