Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu couldn't help laughing, and snorted coldly, "You are really shameless, you can say such a thing! The body is yours, and if you want to die, I can't help it!"

He said piously and earnestly: "You have a way—you are here, that's the way."

"..." Yang Qianyu turned her head helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

My brain is not good, but it doesn't affect the rustic love talk.

"Qianqian..." He started acting coquettishly again, dragging his tune, with a feeling that he would not let go of his goal.

"Feng Moyan, don't push yourself too hard, don't think I've forgiven you because I treat you better now."

"You don't need to forgive, but it doesn't affect your coming here." He continued with a serious face, "Don't you like to scold me? You can scold me every day when you live here. If it doesn't work, you can beat me. Anyway, I can't fight back."

"..." Yang Qianyu really had no big words!

This change in temperament, is it definitely the former president of the Fengyun Group who is arrogant and powerful?

Just like a child!

"Okay, stop making trouble, what I have decided will not be changed so easily."

"Qianqian... you—"

"Why are you so fast? I thought I could catch up on the road, but I ended up chasing him at home." Mr. Feng hadn't finished coquettishly, when Gong Beize's familiar voice came from behind.

He was stunned, obviously dissatisfied.

Gong Beize walked in, seeing the awkwardness of the two of them at first glance, and seeing someone holding the other's hand tightly, like a child pestering his mother for candy, he suddenly laughed: "Yo~ Feng Is the CEO acting like a baby? Did I come here by accident?"

President Feng was not polite, "Knowing that you are still here?"

"Hey...you!" Yang Qianyu slapped his hand away, quite dissatisfied with his attitude towards others, looked at Gong Beize and smiled, "Don't pay attention to him, he's acting weird every day."

Gong Beize said: "It's not been a day or two since I've known him, but it's hard for you, because I can't get along with him for the rest of my life."

"Who has been with him all his life..." Yang Qianyu muttered, and immediately changed the topic, "Didn't you say to bring a gift? What kind of gift?"

Gong Beize turned around, and outside the door, Wang Cheng pushed a wheelchair in, "Hey...that's the one, I spent a lot of money to tailor it for Mr. Feng Sansui—how about it?"

Feng Moyan frowned, "What Feng Sansui, if you talk nonsense again, you'll get out."

"Oh, you can't look in the mirror now, otherwise you will be able to see your own appearance - at most three years old, not even one more day."

Yang Qianyu stood aside, covering her mouth with one hand and secretly laughing.

This description is really appropriate, a certain person is indeed similar to a three-year-old child now.

Sometimes even worse than a three-year-old.

Three-year-old Feng, this nickname couldn't be more appropriate.

But Feng Moyan was dissatisfied, he was at least five times as old as three years old, okay?

But when he heard the woman beside him seemed to be smiling, he looked over blankly, and said in a cold tone, "You think I'm naive too?"

Yang Qianyu put down her hands, and said seriously: "Then what? Do you feel that your words and deeds have something to do with the word 'mature'?"

"..." Mr. Feng was probably angry, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he remained silent with a cold face.

Wang Cheng pushed the wheelchair into the room and stopped, "Mr. Feng, ma'am, this smart electric wheelchair was customized by Mr. Gong according to Mr. Feng's height and hand habits. It won’t feel uncomfortable, and there is also a magnetic massage function for the waist and legs, and the angle of the back of the chair can be adjusted arbitrarily—do you want to try the effect? ​​If you are not satisfied with any function, the designer can improve it.”

"Young Master Gong, you really have a heart!" Yang Qianyu felt very satisfied just listening to Wang Cheng's explanation, so he praised it without hesitation.

Turning to look at the man with a cold face, she asked excitedly, "Do you want to try it? It must be more comfortable than your current wheelchair."

He is currently sitting in an ordinary wheelchair equipped in the hospital, and it is quite heavy to push, but that one is smart...

"Didn't I tell you not to smile like a morning glory?"

"What?" Yang Qianyu didn't understand at first, "What morning glory?"

Before she finished her question, she suddenly realized when she saw Gong Beize's and Wang Cheng's expressions of being speechless and contemptuous.

The woman was angry, "Is there something wrong with your brain? We are talking about business!"

He still looked mad and cold, "Understood, put down the wheelchair, thank you."

This--

Yang Qianyu looked at those two people, so embarrassed that she wished she could escape.

He hasn't been eating vinegar like this a few days ago, what happened these two days?

Just because his attitude towards her improved, he felt that there was "hope" between the two of them again, so he restrained her?

After Feng Moyan said that, he felt cold, but he didn't feel that he was wrong at all. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side: "What's the matter, do you want me to keep you for dinner?"

It means - it's time to get out.

After all, Wang Cheng is a subordinate, not so bold, not so cheeky, and was about to turn around to leave, but Gong Beize grabbed him, smiled and looked at his friend in the wheelchair: "Okay! Since you have the heart, Then we'll be fine."

"Pfft..." Yang Qianyu couldn't hold back, and immediately turned his anger into a smile.

But Feng Moyan in the wheelchair had a wonderful expression on his face, "Gong Beize, you..."

"I happened to have something to tell you about the company. You were in the hospital before, and I sympathized with your frailty, so I didn't look for you. Now that you have been discharged from the hospital, you look in good spirits, and you can tease people. That's a good time to talk about business. Bar."

After finishing speaking, Young Master Gong walked towards the living room very comfortably, and greeted again: "Aunt Rong, I'm thirsty, I'll make some good tea from your master, anyway, he can't drink tea right now, so don't waste it."

Wang Cheng followed behind Gong Beize, a little trembling, but couldn't help laughing. .seven

"Master Gong, are you really staying for dinner?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I tasted Chef Yuen's cooking, and I really miss it."

Empire:"……"

On the side of the living room, Feng Moyan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned his eyes to find where the woman was standing, with a displeasure on his face: "Are they so shameless before?"

Yang Qianyu lazily said: "That's right, birds of a feather flock together, aren't you quite shameless?"

"..." Someone said stiffly, "I don't have it."

Heh, I was scolded for being shameless just now, and I forgot about it when I turned my face, it really doesn't deserve it.

Originally, Feng Moyan wanted to go back to the bedroom to lie down and rest.

But Gong Beize came with Wang Cheng and had to rely on food, so he refused to go back to his room no matter what.

——He must never leave his woman alone with a man.

Fortunately, that smart wheelchair works really well.

After a few men helped him change the "mount", he was able to lie down comfortably, and he was able to stay in the hall and feel the lively atmosphere—someone's paralyzed face finally eased a little.

Gong Beize really talked to him about business.

It's strange to say that he obviously doesn't remember the past few years, but when it comes to the company's projects and the current difficulties, he can talk about them with eloquence.

Yang Qianyu's eyes widened in surprise, "Feng Moyan, are you pretending to be stupid? Isn't it selective amnesia? How do you remember everything about the company so clearly?"

Feng Moyan was taken aback by her question, with a dazed expression on his face, "I... I don't know either. When Aze mentioned it, I said it naturally. It seems that these things... haven't gone away from me."

Gong Beize understood, and teased: "It's really selective forgetting! I just selectively forget the stupid things you did, and you remember the rest."

Yang Qianyu was full of doubts, staring at him all the time, always wondering if he was pretending on purpose - just wanted to forget the mistakes she made and begged her to start over.