Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"Ooh...Okay, I'm going to get the kitchen ready."

Seeing Aunt Rong leave, Yang Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly carried the disassembled four-piece suit to the laundry room and threw it into the washing machine.

Really...

There was a dizziness in her head, she stood by the washing machine and looked at the tumbling sheets inside, but what was in her mind was the chaotic scene between the two of them last night...

God!

She covered her face, wondering how she, who had been calm and rational for several years, would become like this... shameless.

Someone's voice came from downstairs calling her to eat.

She came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and calmed down her chaotic mood, and then went downstairs pretending to be nonchalant, and had breakfast.

When Feng Moyan saw her approaching, his eyes were heavy and his face was calm.

But only he himself knows what is going on in his mind at this moment.

Last night... can be called the most satisfying and enjoyable night for him in the past five or six years.

The fly in the ointment is that his crippled body is too useless, and he doesn't know when it will get better.

The two sat down and didn't speak for a while, the atmosphere at the table was very weird.

After a while, Feng Moyan looked at her, gently pushed a basket of buns in front of her, and said in a low voice, "Eat more...Thank you for your hard work..."

"Pfft——" Yang Qianyu was drinking porridge with her head depressed, when she first heard this, she spewed out a mouthful of rice porridge, making it all over the table.

So embarrassing!

She hurriedly took out a tissue, wiped her mouth, face, and table, but in a hurry, she knocked over the soy milk in front of her again.

sky--

Even more flustered.

Seeing that she was so embarrassed that she was about to get into the table, Feng Moyan quickly took out a tissue and handed it to her to help clean up, and at the same time explained: "I...I don't mean last night, I mean you have worked so hard these days, see Lose weight, eat more, gain weight..."

"Stop talking!" What do you mean getting darker and darker?Yang Qianyu felt that blood was dripping from his ears and his face was burning with oil, so he blocked him angrily.

Feng Moyan realized that this "misunderstanding" could not be explained clearly, and he blushed for a while, his mouth was dry.

Just when the atmosphere at the dining table was ambiguous and stalemate, funny and amusing, a person came from the hall and yelled loudly: "Oh, what a coincidence I came here! I just didn't have breakfast."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already come to the front, and then saw that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right, looked around and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel?"

Feng Moyan glanced angrily, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Gong Beize pulled out the chair and sat down, looked up and looked around, "Where's your servant? Where's Aunt Rong? Why are they all gone? Has no one brought me a pair of bowls and chopsticks?"

He raised his voice with the last sentence.

After shouting, Aunt Rong hurried over from the back garden, and said with a smile: "Master Gong is here, I'll get you tableware right away."

Gong Beize sat back in satisfaction, looked at his friend in the wheelchair and turned back rudely: "You think I'm not interested in your breakfast? I'm here to watch you show your love and be a light bulb! Can it affect my appetite?"

"You were not invited."

"Forget it, I don't care about you!" Gong Beize came here for a serious business, hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of breakfast, then looked up at Feng Moyan, and sighed, "You are such a mess, I'm afraid I won't be able to sustain it." Living."

Yang Qianyu was only concerned about embarrassment and shyness, she didn't raise her head, fearing that Gong Beize would find out something and she would be ashamed to sit on the table - but when she heard this, she instinctively raised her eyes to look over.

Feng Moyan's expression also changed slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Haven't you heard?" Gong Beize put down the bowl and chopsticks, not in the mood to eat, "After all, the Fengyun Group is the property of your Feng family. You have been absent from work for several months. I am fully responsible for all affairs. Relatives and relatives have more and more opinions.”

"I know something about this, but those people are not dissatisfied with you. When I was around, they were also against me."

To put it bluntly, they were just not convinced that the old man handed over the management of the company directly to him.

"But you are justified after all, and I... recently Fengyun has some projects, which are considered to be in competition with our Gong family's business. They are worried that my position will not be stable, and they are extremely distrustful of me-so, if you are in good health It's time, let's go back as soon as possible."

Yang Qianyu looked at Feng Moyan, and said with worry, "Go to the hospital for an examination later and see what the doctor says."

"Are you going to the hospital soon?" Gong Beize asked curiously.

"Well, he suddenly had a severe headache last night, and he remembered the past, so he will go check it out today." Yang Qianyu explained.

"Your memory has recovered?!" Gong Beize was taken aback, and asked, "Do you remember everything about your marriage and divorce?"

"..." Feng Moyan's face darkened, and he didn't bother to talk to him—it's really a pot that can't be opened and a pot to be lifted.

Young Master Gong laughed happily, "It's really time for me to come! It seems that there is nothing serious about your body, go back to work quickly, I'd better beat you up."

Yang Qianyu looked at him, "Master Gong, even if he goes back, he won't be tired. He can't work for a few hours a day, and you still have to take the lead."

"Yo, is your heart hurting now? Are you talking about him, inside and out?"

"..."

"Tsk tsk, no wonder some people don't want to go to work, this gentle town is ecstasy, maybe happier than a god?"

"You're not finished!" Feng Moyan said harshly, his eyes glanced at the woman beside him, and both of them blushed at the same time.

Gong Beize is so shrewd, his eyes swept left and right, and his smile became more ambiguous, "It seems... the relationship between you two has improved by leaps and bounds! It's really unfair, why should I work so hard, young master, while you are happy? I don't care, you Hurry up and go back to the company to sit in town, or I will drop the pick, anyway, that is not my career."

----

In the hospital, Feng Moyan was taken by the nurse for a comprehensive checkup.

Yang Qianyu's cell phone kept ringing, it was all about the company.

But "absence of work" for half a day, there are so many deadly chains, I dare not think about how busy Gong Beize will be when Feng Moyan hasn't been to the company for several months.

After more than an hour, Feng Moyan came back in a wheelchair, and she quickly put away the line and went forward.

"How is it? Are you tired?"

"Fortunately."

The two looked at each other, and Yang Qianyu walked behind him consciously, helped him push the wheelchair, and entered the attending doctor's office.

"Mr. Feng's injury is recovering well, just continue to take care of it. As for the memory recovery, I said before that selective forgetting is more likely to be a psychological obstacle. It is the patient's unwillingness to face that memory. It is suppressed, and transient or permanent amnesia ensues."

"But now that the memory is restored, it should be that your relationship has stabilized, the obstacles in his heart have been lifted, and those shadows will be broken by themselves, and it will naturally return to normal."

Feeling stable?

Hearing this, Yang Qianyu blushed again inexplicably.

Could it be that on the way back yesterday, Qingqing, I, and I became numb all the way, and his psychological shadow disappeared?

This is too ridiculous...