Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu didn't mention the incident in the courtyard to Feng Moyan.

He has been messed up and upset enough recently, there is no need to make him worry about some nonsensical things.

As New Year's Eve is approaching, all companies are off on and off.

Yang Qianyu was pestered by the children all day long to go shopping on the street to do New Year's goods, but there were too many things to do and she couldn't find time.

It wasn't until December 28 that the company also had its annual holiday that she took the little ones out to make big purchases.

After returning, the children clamored to hang up the red lanterns and put up the beautiful window grilles.

Aunt Rong said that these would have to wait until New Year's Eve, and wait, but Yang Qianyu didn't want to disappoint the children, so she said that it would be fine to keep the couplets and wait for New Year's Eve to post them, and leave the rest to the children.

So Ah Quan and several bodyguards became a ladder, carrying the three brothers and sisters on their shoulders, hanging lanterns, Chinese knots, and window grilles. They were extremely busy.

However, after all this hustle and bustle, the house that looked a bit cold and listy suddenly became a little more old-fashioned.

Even the bare landscape trees in the courtyard are decorated with lights to welcome the New Year.

Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, staying in the yard, watching the scene in front of him, with a slight smile on his thin and handsome face.

Time flies so fast, and it will be Chinese New Year again in a blink of an eye.

Although the flowers are similar every year, this Spring Festival this year is different from any previous year.

The people he cared about, the people he never expected, all came back.

There is nothing more happy and happy than a family reunion on New Year's Eve.

Through the hazy night, the man looked at the joy in the room and listened to the laughter of the children. His mind, which had been exhausted and depressed for a long time, unknowingly relaxed.

Wang Cheng stood by the side and waited for a while before asking in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, do you want to take you in?"

Feng Moyan came back to his senses, and said in a soft voice, "I'm no longer President Feng. We've known each other for so many years, and apart from our work relationship, we're still friends. Just call me Mo Yan."

Wang Cheng waved his hands again and again, "Mr. Feng, this... I can't say it, and... you resigned today, and the board of directors has not yet approved it. I think after the new year, maybe things will turn around, and they may change their minds. Take this burden off of you."

Wang Cheng has been in Fengyun Group for several years, and he knows everything about the company inside and out.

He always felt that Feng Shikun and his group were playing with fire and setting themselves on fire, and they couldn't clean up the mess in the end, so they would definitely ask Feng Moyan to sit in charge and try their best to turn the tide.

So, he didn't propose to resign, thinking that sooner or later he would have to continue to be a dog's leg for this financial boss who he loves and hates... Oh no, it's running errands.

But Feng Moyan has no interest in shopping malls power now.

His eyes were full of beloved women and lovely children, imagining that this might be the most peaceful and happy Spring Festival in his life, so he couldn't wait.

"Go back."

"Then you... go in by yourself?"

"Ah."

"it is good."

Wang Cheng turned and left, Feng Moyan continued to sit outside the courtyard.

He thought that when the children ran out to see him later, they would jump up happily and shout ecstatically, "Mom, Mom, Dad is back!"

Then, the woman must have also come out in surprise.

He fantasized alone, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

However, the fact is that he sat in the courtyard for ten minutes, and no one came out...

He vaguely heard the call for dinner from inside, and the relaxed and relieved smile on his face gradually faded away and froze.

After dinner, they must sit down and eat, and they will not run out again—only he is sitting here, the sun is setting, the temperature drops sharply, and his whole body is gradually getting cold.

If there were special effects at this time, Mr. Feng in the wheelchair would have turned into black and white petrification first, and then split apart with a "squeak", and his figure shattered to the ground.

In the living room, Yang Qianyu had just greeted the children to the dining room when the phone rang.

"Hello, Wang Cheng?"

"Uh... madam, um... Boss Feng is sitting in the yard. I was going to send him into the house, but he said no, probably because he wanted to wait for you to find out and give you a surprise, but who knew you—"

Wang Cheng left, but he was worried, so he quietly stayed not far away, observing secretly.

"When did it happen?" Yang Qianyu looked surprised, and asked incredulously after listening, "Is he still sitting in the yard now?"

"..." Wang Cheng was a little speechless, and replied dumbfoundedly, "What else? Run away from home?"

"Okay, I got it!"

"Madam, don't say that I called you!" Wang Cheng was full of desire to survive, and wanted to save face for the boss.

"understandable."

After Yang Qianyu answered the phone, she wanted to go out and "taunt" someone, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was too much, so she pulled Xiaoyu over and whispered in his ear.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up in shock, "Really? Dad is outside?"

He turned around and was about to rush out, but was dragged back by his mother, "Remember—pretend to be indifferent, first exclaim, then call me!"

"OK! Understood!"

So, Xiaoyu rushed to the door of the living room to close the door, but suddenly shouted in surprise: "Dad! It's Dad! Dad is back!"

Sitting in a wheelchair, he took out his mobile phone, found someone's number, and Mr. Feng, who was hesitating whether to call or not, was startled by his son's voice, and hurriedly put away the mobile phone.

In the next second, the children rushed out happily.

"Mom! Come on! Dad is back!"

The three little ones rushed up and surrounded the wheelchair. The scene was a bit like the owner who had been away for a long time suddenly came back, and the dog at home rushed up madly at the owner, barking, rubbing and begging for a hug.

Yang Qianyu walked behind, with a hard-pressed smile on her face, almost internally hurt.

The eldest son's acting skills are really natural!

Feng Moyan was surrounded and cheered by the children, the depression on his face disappeared.

Seeing the woman slowly pacing over, he held back his heart full of longing, and looked across the night to meet her eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything when you came here?" Yang Qianyu walked up to the man and stood still. Under the night, his face was hazy, adding to the beauty.

Feng Moyan was still secretly sulking just now, but now, the woman's soft question was not considered coquettish, and she instantly comforted him.

"Hmm..." He nodded and replied, "I went to the company in the afternoon, and I wanted to see you after I finished my work."

Yang Qianyu smiled and walked behind the wheelchair: "You came just in time, let's go in and have dinner."

The three little ones surrounded their parents, cheering and bouncing back to the villa.

It was windy and cold outside, so Xiaoyu closed the door this time.

Feng Moyan arranged for the four of them, mother and son, to live here, but he didn't come to see it. He only knew that the furniture was simple and the equipment was not complete.

Looking around at this moment, seeing that she has arranged the house warmly and lovingly, well-arranged, with everything needed, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you still planning to live here for a long time?"

Yang Qianyu asked back: "Why, can't it?" Then he said, "I have moved several times in the past six months since I returned to China, and it is really a toss. Isn't this property yours? Why, can't you live long?"