Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Gong Beize was taken aback, and turned to look at his good brother: "When I first came in, I saw the back and thought it was my eyesight! It's really a thousand words! But who is that man? He looks a little familiar..."

Feng Moyan turned to look at him, "Familiar? Have you met?"

"Let me think about it..." Gong Beize took out his phone, opened WeChat, found the news pushed today, and clicked on it.

"Mo Yan! Take a look, is it this person?" He pointed to the phone screen to identify Feng Moyan.

Feng Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the news.

"It's the doctor you asked me to check! I said how familiar I am, I've seen the work ID photo! He was on the news today. He saved many people in the high-speed accident yesterday."

Feng Moyan took his mobile phone, scrolled down, and quickly finished browsing the news.

Seeing the rescue video, although his face was cold and cold, there was still a trace of awe and admiration in his eyes.

Thinking of calling the other party in the morning, and the way the person spoke impeccably and frankly, he thought the other party was deep and old-fashioned—but judging from the photo, he was so handsome and gentle.

boy face...

These three words popped out of his mind.

For some reason, seeing the true face of this doctor Zhuo, the inexplicable sense of defense in his heart became heavier and heavier.

His intuition was wary of him again, the little boy was close to Qianqian, it must be more than just a simple fancy courtyard.

"Why would Qian Yu eat with him? Didn't you say that the courtyard house is no longer for sale, so you want to take it back?" Gong Beize looked confused, seeing that his good brother's face was cloudy, and he still had some doubts in his heart. pressed down.

Feng Moyan didn't reply, turned the wheelchair around, and wanted to go over and ask clearly.

But Gong Beize held him tight: "Don't go, just ask on WeChat and see what Qian Yu has to say."

Before the words were finished, the protagonist of tonight's dinner arrived, and everyone in the room stood up to greet him.

Feng Moyan thought the business was important, so he had to put it down first.

But thinking of the woman she loves having dinner alone with a handsome young man, before reporting to him, I feel a little unhappy.

Although he didn't go over to find out, but he thought that the two people who came here were also discussing the deal of the courtyard house.

It seems that Qianqian still sold the courtyard house.

Gong Beize secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing him put away his phone and give up the idea of ​​going there.

At noon, when Qian Yu transferred the funds to him, he deliberately explained that Mo Yan would not know about it—so he pretended not to know anything just now, and he was even more afraid that he would confront him on the spot.

Feng Yun has begun to gain the upper hand in the stock market, but he still needs capital investment in the future. Let alone [-] million at this time, even a million or a hundred thousand can't be wasted, it can play a role.

On the other side, Zhuo Yilin ordered a few signature dishes familiarly, and the dishes are already being served one after another.

Yang Qianyu looked at the rather delicate Chinese dishes in front of her, picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, it was really delicious.

"Is this trip worthwhile?" Zhuo Yilin asked.

"Yeah," she nodded repeatedly, and asked curiously, "You said you have to be led by an acquaintance, so do I count as an acquaintance if I've been here? Can you bring someone else here next time?"

She wanted to bring Fisher and Feng Moyan over to have a taste!

Zhuo Yilin said: "Okay, I'll tell Uncle He later, you can bring your friends over next time."

"Great, thank you!"

Zhuo Yilin ate elegantly. This man had fair and slender fingers, and he held the chopsticks like a scalpel. Every move could attract people's attention.

Seeing Yang Qianyu thanking him non-stop, he smiled and said, "You don't need to be so polite, we are still friends, right?"

friend?

Yang Qianyu's gaze stayed on him, she was stunned for a moment, and muttered embarrassedly: "You have such a prominent status, I want to be friends with you..."

She really can't afford it!

"My identity is that of a doctor."

"More than that, your father is the founder of Wanzhuo Group!"

"That was my father's glory and achievement, and it has nothing to do with me."

Yang Qianyu couldn't help asking: "You mean, you won't inherit Wanzhuo?"

The man shook his head, put down his chopsticks and picked up the white porcelain teacup. After he had a sip of tea, he said unhurriedly: "Business is not my strong point, and my dad knows this very well. He never thought of leaving the company to my father." I."

After hearing this, Yang Qianyu was slightly stunned.

What an enlightened father this is!I really envy!

However, it is also a pity.

Such a large family business, should it be handed over to others?

"I heard that you have three children?"

"Well, triplets, two older brothers and one younger sister."

"It's really enviable!"

Qian Yu smiled, and sighed again: "It's both bitter and sweet! Raising them is not easy. Looking back on the past few years, it's been so hard!"

"Indeed, I have learned a little about your situation. You are very powerful, a veritable superwoman."

supergirl...

Yang Qianyu didn't like this title.

In fact, no woman is willing to be a superman. It is forced by life and reality, forcing a delicate and weak woman into an impregnable superman.

It sounds cool, but it's full of bitterness and blood and tears.

But these words are not worth saying to an unfamiliar opposite sex.

Yang Qianyu smiled politely, caught a certain point in the man's words, and his face was slightly dark: "You rich people, don't you like to investigate people first when you do everything?"

Zhuo Yilin raised his eyes and looked at her.

Seeing that she had misunderstood, he quickly lowered his arms, his warm and handsome face was serious: "This... is my father who wants to buy that courtyard house, so naturally we have to find out who the owner is - don't worry, we have no malicious intentions! And in the future Won't do it again."

Yang Qianyu sighed leisurely, and his face relaxed again: "Forget it... Anyway, since I returned to China, that private matter has been raped several times by keyboard warriors on the human flesh net, so it's not really a privacy."

Zhuo Yilin originally wanted to say something, for example, telling her that he was going to perform surgery on Feng Moyan's leg in a few days - but after thinking about it, he decided it was better not to say anything.

For some reason, he always felt that if Mr. Feng knew that the one who gave him the knife was the one who bought the courtyard... he was afraid that he would "get rid of" him as the knife.

After a meal, the two had a good time.

Yang Qianyu admired this man from the bottom of his heart, purely the kind of man he admired, with a good family background, handsome appearance, well-cultivated, and a decent job—he was really a rare and high-quality male god.

If Fisher can catch him, tsk tsk—that nymphomaniac will wake up laughing from his dreams every day.

She was dreaming about that scene, secretly thinking about how to help her best friend get married, when suddenly there was the sound of knocking on the wooden pillar behind her.

Both of them turned their heads when they heard the sound. Qian Yu didn't know what Zhuo Yilin's reaction was—but Qian Yu's reaction was neither shock nor guilty enough to describe.

Because the person who appeared in the corridor was none other than Feng Moyan.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth half-opened, and she stood up after a long moment of stupefaction, "You...why are you here? You won't send someone again..."

She wants to say that you won't send someone to follow me again!

But thinking that there were outsiders present, saying this would damage Feng Moyan's image to some extent, so he suppressed it in time.

Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, and only walked slowly after the woman got up.

That face was stern and indifferent, his eyes were dim and unclear, his gaze first passed Qian Yu, and then with a bit of majesty and oppression, it fell on Zhuo Yilin.

"Qianqian, who is this? Why don't you introduce me?"