Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

The night before Yang Qianyu's business trip, she received a call from Wang Cheng.

"Madam, I contacted that writer, but he refused to delete the article." When the call was made, Wang Cheng's tone was awkward, and he brought some bad news.

Yang Qianyu was puzzled: "Why? The parties disagreed with her continuing to write, why didn't she want to delete it?"

Wang Cheng said: "The popularity is so high, no writer is willing to let it go, and I heard that she has also signed an agreement with the platform. She is also a screenwriter, and the possibility of filming and filming in the later stage is also very high-at this time, I will ask people to delete it... ...No one wants to leave it alone."

Too……

Yang Qianyu thought about it, the novels written by other writers are equivalent to the works designed by her designers, and they are all the condensation of her own hard work.

Now that the market responds well, it represents reputation and profit—it must be difficult to get people to give up.

"I see, you send me her contact information, and I'll talk to her in person." Yang Qianyu thought, since it's a matter of interest, it can be solved with money.

Wang Cheng then sent the other party's phone number.

Yang Qianyu is currently packing her luggage, and the flight will depart for Zurich tomorrow morning.

Looking at the number, she walked to the balcony of the bedroom and dialed it without much hesitation.

"Hello, hello." The phone was connected, and a very sweet and soft female voice came, which shocked her.

Knowing that the other party is a woman, but did not expect - so young?

"Hello, Ms. He. I'm Feng Moyan's ex-wife, the prototype of the heroine of your novel. I want to take some time for you to chat with you."

She reported her identity and stated her intention to come straight to the point.

The other party was not surprised at all, and responded: "Oh, it's you...you still came to ask me to delete the article?"

The words fell, and before Yang Qianyu could respond, she turned to the customer: "You don't have to waste time with me, you are a jewelry designer, I pay attention to you, your company has recently filed a lawsuit with a competitor, because the other party plagiarized your work."

"Since we are all creators, we should empathize. To some extent, works are our 'children', and your 'children' have been stolen, and you have to try to get them back, but now you let me Kill my 'child' directly—Mrs. Feng, do you think it's possible?"

Yang Qianyu did not expect that the other party's voice was soft and soft, sounding like a young and cute girl, but her acting style was sharp and decisive, and her words were clear and sharp.

She smiled, "Your analogy is quite interesting, and I know it's really embarrassing, so I'm willing to compensate you. Let's see... how much is the right price?"

"Ask for a price? Heh, I'm an emotional writer, and I've written a lot of stories about the abuse of love by wealthy families. I never imagined that this kind of plot would happen to me one day—you rich people really use money to do things..."

Hearing the other party's sarcasm, Yang Qianyu paused for a moment, her attitude was somewhat sincere: "Miss He, I know that my request is a bit unreasonable, but since you know the past between me and Feng Moyan, you should know about our journey. How difficult it is to walk.”

"Now, he is no different from a useless person. I have to take care of him, take care of my three children, and my career... My life has finally calmed down, but I am still moving forward amidst thorns. I am worried that your work will catch fire , It will disrupt our finally peaceful life again. Public opinion or Internet exposure can hurt people invisible but powerful, so I sincerely beg you to delete that novel."

The other party sighed, and compromised his words a little: "It's not that I'm unkind, but I think... just because Mr. Feng is what he is now, the existence of this novel is even more necessary."

"If he can't remember the past in the future, it may be a kind of compensation for him to keep this work. In fact, when I first came into contact with Mr. Feng, I did use money to do things, but when I wrote Up to now, I am really moved by the characters I write, and I have to be responsible to my readers, and I don’t want this story to die innocently.”

"Miss He..."

"Mrs. Feng, in fact, you can be more optimistic. Judging from the current readers' responses, what everyone sees is the beauty of love. I also believe that you and Mr. Feng have gone through so much, and in the end, you will be happy. When the time comes, this The work is the testimony of your loyalty.”

"You are indeed a writer. You imagined your relationship so beautifully." Between her and Feng Moyan, can you still use the word "loyalty"?

"Maybe, if you don't see beauty, how can you express beauty?"

Yang Qianyu didn't speak, but the writer surnamed He smiled, and suddenly changed the topic: "I'm quite impressed with you two, when Mr. Feng told me everything between you, I was deeply fascinated Yes. He has been scum, but it is true to love you. In my opinion, reunion after a broken mirror is more unforgettable and cherished than the same, why don't you give each other a chance."

"It's good to be beautiful alone, but women only force themselves to be invincible when they have nothing to rely on. If you have support, why can't you think about it? I believe that with the fertile soil of Mr. Feng, you will bloom more beautifully."

It was the first time Yang Qianyu chatted with a writer, and he felt that the literary conversation was quite Qiongyao, "It seems that you have a good impression of him."

"Handsome enough to make people feel good. But don't get me wrong when I say this, I am purely a face control, and I love my husband."

get married?Yang Qianyu was surprised again.

"Okay... If Mr. Feng himself came to me and said that he wanted this novel to be removed from the shelves, I would consider it. But if it's just your unilateral intention, I'm sorry, I don't accept it."

After hanging up the phone for a long time, Yang Qianyu was still standing on the balcony, blowing the cold wind.

She thought that her heart had long been barren, and she had long given up hope for love and men.

Unexpectedly, now being uttered by a stranger's few words...

My heart felt a little inexplicably longing.

And what she longed for, she couldn't tell.

By coincidence, she opened the serialized novel on Xhuhu again—it had already been written that the heroine was framed by the hero’s younger sister, and the whole family of the hero didn’t trust her...

It's amazing.

She never thought that she would become the heroine prototype in a novel in her life, revisiting her life experience from the perspective of a reader.

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The next day, Yang Qianyu got up early to catch the plane.

While waiting for work in the terminal, the phone rang.

It's Yuen's call.

Huh?It's only seven o'clock, and he woke up?

"Hey, why are you up so early?"

Over there, Feng Moyan's tone was low and gentle: "Are you at the airport?"

"Yeah. I'm going to board the plane in a while."

It was silent over there and didn't speak.

Yang Qianyu held the mobile phone to her ear with one hand, and typed on the notebook in front of her with the other hand, handling official business.

Realizing that there was only breathing in her ears, but the man didn't speak, she stopped what she was doing and asked, "What's wrong, you didn't talk on the phone."

"It's nothing, just thinking that you will see that foreigner again in the past?"

"Foreigner?" The woman was stunned for a second, then suddenly understood, "You mean Kane?"

"Ah."

His simple "um" was full of awkwardness and jealousy.

Yang Qianyu thought of saying that he was very possessive that day, and his face was a little helpless, "I don't know, probably not..."

"He has been obsessed with you for so long. If you go back to the headquarters, he won't come to you?"

"They are no longer in Venus, and they may not know that I will go back. Why are you looking for me?"

"You didn't contact him?"

"..." Yang Qianyu lowered her head, sighed inwardly, and stroked her hair with one hand, the helplessness on her face became heavier, "You called me early in the morning just to test whether I still have contact with him?"

"Why, no?"

"Boring. I need to board the plane, hang up!"

He was in a hurry, and hurriedly told: "You...you try to come back as soon as possible."

"understood."

"You have to contact me every day, at least a phone call."

"Mr. Feng, I'm very busy every day, okay? Besides, we have jet lag..."

"It's all excuses."

"..." Yang Qianyu didn't bother to talk to him, she packed her things with one hand, then looked back at Xiaoxiao, signaling that it's time for her to go, "Okay, you can sleep a little longer, I'm going to hang up."

Xiaoxiao pushed the suitcase and followed, giggling: "It seems that some people have been worried these few days, and they can't sleep or eat well..."

"Why, do you feel distressed?" Yang Qianyu joked with the assistant.

"Hehe, it's not my turn to be distressed. However, seeing the two of you come and go, and the relationship gradually warms up, I'm like chasing a drama and knocking on CP. It's pretty good."

Xiaoxiao's words made Yang Qianyu think of the writer's words last night, and his face sank into deep thought.

It is said that those in the authorities are in the dark, but the onlookers are clear. Could it be that the current state of her and Feng Moyan really looks like they are in love?

When she asked Xiaoxiao this way, the latter cocked her neck and squinted at her: "How do you look like you are in love?"

Yang Qianyu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but heard the assistant say: "You are clearly an old couple, okay?"

"..."

In the imperial garden, Feng Moyan who hung up the phone, stared at the winter morning light leaking in through the gap in the curtain in front of the window with deep eyes.

People only know how wonderful it was once they had it after they lost it.

Just like feelings.

as light.

If he hadn't lost Yang Qianyu, he wouldn't know what it's like to feel like a desert, and he wouldn't know how tormented the years are.

If he hadn't lost the light, he wouldn't know how bright the dawn is that comes every day, and how lovely everything before him is.

Fortunately, God punished him and compensated him, making him understand what is the most important thing in life.

The door of the room rang, and he slowly closed his eyes again.

The nurse came in and saw that he was still asleep, cleaned up the trash can beside the bed, turned around and went out lightly.

Feng Moyan opened his eyes again, staring at the brighter and brighter light in front of the window, he couldn't get enough of it.

He didn't plan to let others know about the restoration of his eyesight.

After Qianqian came back in a few days, he wanted to see how that woman took care of him in the world he couldn't see.

Just thinking about it, my heart is full of anticipation, and the corners of the sexy and charming mouth can't help evoking a slight smile.