Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Zhuo Yueluan sighed leisurely, melancholy and nostalgia flashed across his weather-stained face: "At that time, I joined the army to perform missions, and the communication was not as developed as it is now. Losing contact is a common thing, plus..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly stopped.

Yang Qianyu looked at his expression, realized that her question was a bit out of line, and hurriedly said: "If it is not convenient for you to speak, then there is no need to speak. I can only say that my mother is not lucky."

Zhuo Yueluan shook his head, "There's nothing I can't talk about. I was on a mission, was injured, and was in a coma for a long time. I was lucky to be able to recover my life. So I wasted time and missed contact with your mother. Come back, she's married."

"She must be blaming me, thinking that I abandoned her, so get married in a fit of anger."

That's it!

Yang Qianyu shuddered all over his body, densely packed with small bumps all over his limbs and bones-they were so wrong and missed their lives.

This past made Yang Qianyu a little emo, and she didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, she just sat lonely and quietly, with downcast eyebrows, as if she was feeling sorry for her mother.

Zhuo Yueluan looked at her and asked curiously, "Did your mother... mention me?"

Yang Qianyu raised her head and saw that his eyes were filled with anticipation. He obviously wanted to get an affirmative answer, and she also wanted to give an affirmative answer, but... the truth cannot be deceived.

What's more, even if she cheated out of good intentions, if people asked a few more casual questions, she would reveal her secrets.

Yang Qianyu shook her head slightly, but didn't even make a sound, and couldn't bear to let him down.

But Zhuo Yueluan's eyes were still full of desolation, and he smiled disappointedly and self-deprecatingly.

"It seems that she really hates me, so she won't mention me to anyone."

Yang Qianyu couldn't comfort her, because she didn't understand a word about the distant past between them, and she didn't know where to start to comfort her.

As the weather gets warmer, the waterside pavilion is shrouded in the slanting sun, which makes it even more warm. Moreover, the scenery here is pleasant, which is very suitable for afternoon tea, chat and relaxation.

It's a pity that the topic of discussion does not make people feel happy, and even the scenery is a little bit more charming.

The surroundings became quiet, only the occasional chirping of birds breaking the silence.

Zhuo Yueluan seemed to have fallen into a distant dream, stopped talking for a while, just sipping tea, while Zhuo Yilin brewed tea elegantly and quietly, and then poured the tea into his father's teacup.

The silence ended when Yang Qianyu's cell phone rang.

She didn't even need to take it out to see, she could guess who was calling.

Sure enough, the one displayed on the screen was that guy.

She nodded to the Zhuo family father and son, picked up the phone, turned and walked out of the pavilion, and stood still in front of the small waterfall on the rockery.

"Hey……"

"Where are you?"

Where?

What does he mean by this?

Before she left, she had clearly said that she would go home to see the children and cook him dinner—but now he asked her where she was inexplicably.

Yang Qianyu was very sensitive, or knew Feng Moyan well enough, she suddenly realized, could it be that this guy knew who she was with now?

"Why don't you speak?"

Asking over there made Yang Qianyu more sure of his guess, so he said truthfully: "I ate at the private restaurant last time, um... that is, the founder of Wanzhuo, Mr. Zhuo Yueluan, has returned to China. We We made an appointment to meet in the afternoon."

In the ward, Feng Moyan's gloomy and cold face faded slightly after hearing this answer.

Just now, a boss called him and said that he was going to meet old friends in a private restaurant, and saw a young and beautiful woman from a distance, who looked very much like Mrs. Feng, and said that she was sitting with two men, and she didn't know what she was doing.

Feng Moyan guessed right away that this little thing went to meet Zhuo's father and son behind his back.

He wasn't jealous.

He just felt that it was extremely inappropriate for a single woman to meet two men, no matter how reliable the other's character was.

And it would be even more inappropriate to hide it from him.

Fortunately, this little thing is fairly quick to respond, and knows how to tell the truth.

"Why didn't you tell me about your meeting?"

"You just came out of the operating room at that time, and you were drowsy. I haven't had time to say it yet."

"Didn't you hide it from me on purpose?"

"What's there to hide? Didn't I tell you a long time ago that Mr. Zhuo seems to have something to do with my mother, not to mention that he bought a courtyard house with a lot of money and helped us a lot. It's normal for me to come out and thank you in person. Bar?"

"Well," Feng Moyan responded in a low voice, and then asked, "When will you be back?"

Yang Qianyu looked back towards the gazebo, guessing that Zhuo Yueluan was not in the mood to continue chatting at the moment, so she replied: "Let's go now. But, it's too late to go back and make soup for you."

"It's okay, just eat whatever you want."

"Okay, then I'll go straight back to the hospital in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu returned to the gazebo. Before she could speak, Zhuo Yilin stood up and said, "Did he call to remind you?"

"Hmm..." Yang Qianyu smiled shyly. She always felt that her man was too jealous, and it was a joke for outsiders to see, "Uncle Zhuo, I have something to do and I have to leave first. We'll talk when we have a chance."

Zhuo Yueluan got up, walked towards her, and asked: "When is it convenient for you, can you contact me, I want to visit your mother."

look at mother...

Yang Qianyu thought that she hadn't been there for a long time, so she nodded immediately after hearing the words: "Okay. My mother, Ruoquan, knows her, and I must be very pleased to see you come back to find her."

Zhuo Yilin shook his phone, "I'll push you my business card."

"Ok!"

"Also, wait a moment, I asked Uncle He to order the kitchen to make soup, which is suitable for patients, you can pack it and take it to the hospital later." Zhuo Yilin explained again.

Yang Qianyu was overjoyed and grateful: "Really...you are too thoughtful! I was thinking that I didn't have time to go back and cook for him, but I didn't expect you...too kind!"

Zhuo Yilin smiled, "It's a little effort."

It is indeed a matter of little effort, but it is neither relative nor old. The fact that someone can think of this level is enough to show that his character is excellent!

Fisher has a good eye for him!

Yang Qianyu was not too polite, she went to the front desk and insisted on paying, and then took away the tonic soup that Boss He had ordered.

Watching the young woman leave, Zhuo Yueluan withdrew his gaze and sighed: "It would be great if Mingzhu was still there! I was the one who felt sorry for her, but I didn't even have the chance to apologize in person."

Boss He comforted him and said, "You almost met Hades yourself, and you still said what you were sorry for. If she really loves you and is determined, she should wait for you to come back."

Zhuo Yueluan shook his head, "It's good that she's married, at least...she has a child who continues her bloodline, if she really waits for me to come back and follow me...in this life, she won't even have the chance to be a mother."

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Feng Moyan drank the tonic soup brought back by his beloved woman, and was full of praise: "Which restaurant made this? It tastes really good."

Yang Qianyu gave him a sideways glance, "Your mouth is really precious, good or bad, eat it in one bite."

The man looked at her, then lowered his head and continued to drink the soup, and said in a low voice, "I didn't offend you, did I, and I spoke sarcastically."

"Haven't you messed with me yet? It's over to call Xingshi an hour ago to inquire about crimes? You can't lose your memory again, can you?"

"That can't be blamed on me. Who told you to make a blockbuster at the wine table a few days ago, which is impressive?"

"What do you mean?"

Feng Moyan explained while drinking the soup: "You met Zhuo's father and son in a private restaurant, and a boss who was socializing with us that day saw him, and he called me to ask me. He looked like he wanted to see me being cuckolded. Can I ask?"

"..." Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes helplessly and complained, "I never imagined that a middle-aged man would love to gossip so much."