Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

The powerful position of the Feng family is here, and Feng Shiwen's death soon made the news.

Along with the news, there are also various versions of rumors on the Internet.

Said that Feng Shiwen didn't die in her own home, that Feng Shiwen was murdered to death, froze to death, vomited blood...

There are different opinions.

The Feng family issued an obituary, and three days later held a memorial service at the Jiuyunshan Funeral Home.

Yang Qianyu looked at the obituary and did not respond for a long time.

After finishing her work, Fisher leaned over to see her staring at the phone in a daze, and after a few glances, she understood.

"Why, you still want to go to her funeral?"

Yang Qianyu looked back at her: "Do you think you should go?"

"Where are you going! Look at the rumors on the Internet, I can guarantee that someone is playing the rhythm. If you go to the funeral, the public opinion will drown you in saliva!"

Of course Yang Qianyu knew that there was someone manipulating behind all this, but she was too lazy to take care of it.

Her idea was very simple, since all the grievances and grievances disappeared with Feng Shiwen's death, and she also completely let go of these grievances - even out of morality, she should attend the funeral.

After all, the outside world knew about her relationship with Feng Moyan, and knew that Feng Moyan was her son's biological father.

Then the child's aunt passed away, and she didn't even send her a ride, would it be true again?And it also made it difficult for Feng Moyan to do so.

Another point is that she attended the funeral candidly, so that those rumors would be self-defeating, otherwise, the outside world would think that she was guilty and dared not pay homage to the deceased.

She gave her reasons.

Fei Xuebai glanced at her, "You are open-minded, but others don't think so. In case of riots or something, Feng Moyan can't protect you in a wheelchair. Are you afraid of being beaten?"

Before Yang Qianyu could reply, the phone rang.

"Yang Zijun called..." she muttered, and walked away to answer the phone, "Hello."

"Sister... I've completed all the formalities for that courtyard house. When will you be free? Let's go through the transfer process." Yang Zijun was actually generous enough to give up the property rights of that old house.

Yang Qianyu thought for a while, and said honestly: "I don't have any money now, so I can't give you any compensation..."

"I know, you gave the money to the employees of the company. I don't want money. This is not my property. If I want money, it's blackmail."

Yang Qianyu was surprised again.

How did this younger brother manage to get out of the mud without being stained?

"In that case, let's do it tomorrow..."

"Okay, then I will contact you tomorrow."

"Ah."

She thought that she hadn't gone to work for the past two days anyway, and was bored in the hotel and was irritable, so she might as well do something serious.

Then, go around the courtyard to see if Yang Guohua's mistress and child are still living there.

They must have known about Yang Guohua's accident.

If they are interested, they may leave voluntarily, find a place where no one knows them, and start life again.

When Fisher heard the whole thing, he was surprised from ear to ear: "This kid, isn't he playing a long line to catch big fish? Why don't I believe that he would be so kind?"

Yang Qianyu hesitated, "...Feng Moyan has read countless people, so he won't be mistaken, right?"

Fisher had an epiphany, "Oh, so you don't believe in your own brother, but in your own man."

"..."

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The next day, after Yang Qianyu sent the children back to the kindergarten, she drove to see Yang Zijun.

"Sister, I know exactly how to handle the transfer procedures. I'll take you there and finish it soon."

Yang Zijun has already handled the transfer of ownership once, and he is really familiar with it.

The two went to the administrative service center.

Because Yang Zijun made an appointment online in advance, he didn't have to wait in line when he arrived, and all the procedures were completed in more than an hour.

Yang Qianyu looked at the dark red property right certificate in his hand, then at his younger brother who had never looked directly at him, and said sincerely: "Xiaojun, thank you, otherwise...I really don't know how to get this back. House."

Yang Zijun chuckled, "Family, why are you polite?"

family……

Yang Qianyu never felt that she was a part of the Yang family, but now that she heard this, she smiled lightly, noncommittal.

Walking out of the administrative service center, Yang Zijun asked, "Sister, do you have anything to do? If you have nothing to do, give me a lift."

Yang Qianyu said: "I'm going to visit the courtyard house. I'm leaving now, and I can arrive at noon. Do you have anything important today? If you're fine, come with me."

She thought that if the woman and child were still living in the courtyard, it would be safer to bring someone with them.

When Yang Zijun heard this, he nodded again and again: "Okay! I asked Brother Cheng for leave when I came out, and he knew that I was with you."

"Ah."

The siblings got into the car and drove to the ancient town.

On the way, Feng Moyan called.

"I heard from Wang Cheng, what did that kid come to you to do to transfer the ownership?" Feng Moyan has been too busy these days, and is always paying attention to the situation here.

Yang Qianyu said: "Well, it's the courtyard house in the ancient town, I told you about it."

"It's done?"

"It's over, but I'm on the highway right now, and I plan to visit the courtyard."

"you alone?"

"With my brother."

She said that my brother spoke very naturally and smoothly. Yang Zijun, who was in the co-pilot, was playing with his mobile phone, but when he heard this, he looked back at her and laughed.

"Okay, don't be brave if there is anything, just tell me in time."

"Well, go ahead and don't worry about me."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Zijun felt complacent, "Sister, you finally admit that I'm your younger brother, it's not easy!"

Yang Qianyu looked awkward and ignored him.

When we arrived at the courtyard house in the ancient town, sure enough, the old man, woman, and child were still living in it.

But the woman is not here now, only the old man is at home with the child.

It was a rare sunny day, and the old man washed the sheets and was drying them.

Seeing them coming in, the old man asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

Yang Zijun cut to the chase: "I am Yang Guohua's son."

When the old man heard this, his face changed, and he immediately turned around and walked to the back room, "I don't know Yang Guohua, you have come to the wrong place."

Yang Zijun didn't stop him, but raised his tone a bit: "My dad has already been arrested, our family is also bankrupt, and we are still heavily in debt. If you are smart, take your children and leave here and find a place where no one knows you." Let's start living again."

The old man stopped.

Before turning back, a young woman walked into the gate of the courtyard and asked in surprise, "What did you say? Lao Yang was arrested? When did it happen?"

Yang Zijun turned his head, stared at the woman, and recognized her as his father's mistress, the little boy's mother, and said sternly, "It's been a while since the company closed down, and my family went bankrupt."

The woman's complexion changed, and she murmured: "No wonder I can't get in touch... I thought he had a new love and wanted to abandon our three mothers..."

Yang Qianyu looked at this woman, she was very young, at most in her early twenties, and her clothes were very fashionable.

Yang Guohua must spend a lot of money to keep such a mistress.

"Since you are here, come in and sit down." The woman approached, with a calm face, and walked past them into the room.

Yang Qianyu and his brother followed in.

Outside the courtyard, on the not-so-spacious stone-paved street, a Rolls-Royce with a foreign license plate slowly parked up.

The luxury car stopped, and the man in the passenger seat got out of the car and opened the rear door.

A handsome and elegant middle-aged man walked down slowly, looked at the courtyard in front of him, and said after a while, "It's here... It's been so many years that I almost can't remember it. Fortunately, the courtyard hasn't changed much."