Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Not only was Feng Moyan not angry, but he even smiled: "It's not your fault, it's me. If I insisted on going with you last night, maybe these things wouldn't have happened."

"Oh, that's not necessarily the case. For people with dirty eyes, they will think that I am a maid and two husbands, and the scolding will be even worse."

"..." Well, Feng Moyan was speechless.

"However, why didn't you choose a room for dinner? I remember that there are a few very unique private rooms in that place."

Qianqian snorted speechlessly, and muttered: "You still have the nerve to say, you have to blame for this..."

Mr. Feng was a little aggrieved, "Why do you blame me?"

"We were originally going to eat in the room. Mr. Zhuo and the boss there have been friends for many years. Can't we get a room? Isn't it because you made a fuss about leaving the hospital to accompany me, and when Dr. Zhuo found out, he deliberately Reminded his father. To avoid suspicion, Mr. Zhuo was not in the room and chose to be outdoors, but who knows... he was photographed and posted on the Internet by a good person."

"Is that so?" Feng Moyan couldn't help being surprised after hearing this, "If you say that, it's really my fault."

"Forget it, the thing has already happened, and it's useless to blame anyone. Dr. Zhuo said that he has told his father, and Mr. Zhuo should deal with it soon."

"Well, then be careful when you come back, if not, I'll ask Ah Quan to pick you up."

"Not for now, I will contact Ah Quan if necessary."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu's mood was half irritated and half relieved.

What is annoying is of course the messy things on the Internet. I don't understand how some people's minds are so dirty!

What is gratifying is that Feng Moyan can finally deal with the problem calmly, and finally he can unconditionally believe that she is no longer naive.

Depressed for a long time, I can only comfort myself, let's take it as a blessing in disguise.

The person in charge of the construction team came over and said politely: "Miss Ruan, according to the design drawings, some walls in the room are to be knocked down, but I think there are still some things inside. Do you need them? If not, we will When the construction waste is dragged away together."

Yang Qianyu wanted to say no more, but she stopped talking and nodded: "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

She originally thought that Yang Guohua's mistress had lived in this house for so long, and the things left in it must belong to that mother and child.

But when I turned around from room to room, I found that there were still many relics of my grandparents and mother in a few large wooden boxes piled up in the corner.

It is old and many things are dilapidated and covered in thick dust.

She found a rag, frowned and carefully cleaned it up, and then - wrinkled clothes, yellowed photo albums, moth-eaten books, some broken accessories, and rotten notebooks, textbooks, etc., All see the light of day again.

"Miss Ruan, do you still need these things? If you don't need them, I'll let the worker clean them up so that your clothes won't get dirty." Seeing her constantly fanning the ashes with his hands, the foreman stepped forward and asked.

"Okay, I'll clean out the things I need in it, and you can just throw the rest away."

She picked out a few photo albums, saw that the stack of notebooks belonged to her mother, she hesitated to throw them away, and packed them up even though they were broken.

"Okay, you can help me deal with the rest."

"Ok."

It was getting late, and Yang Qianyu told the workers to be more careful in construction, and to communicate with each other at any time, so she left with the relics.

Back in the urban area, before she arrived at the hospital, the phone rang again.

I took it and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

After hesitating for a while, he connected.

"Hello."

"Hello, Ms. Yang, we are reporters from "Beauty Magazine", and we want to interview..."

Before the other party finished speaking, she hastily cut off: "I'm sorry, you made a mistake."

Putting down the phone, she frowned and her face was grave and ugly.

These low-level magazine media were able to get her contact information in such a short period of time-it seems that the days to come will not be peaceful.

As soon as the phone was put down, it rang again immediately. When I turned around, it was still an unfamiliar number.

She pressed hang up and turned off the phone.

When she arrived at the hospital, she pushed open the door of the ward. Feng Moyan was holding the phone with anxiety on his face. Seeing her appear, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Why did you turn off the phone? I can't find you, I'm so worried!"

Yang Qianyu took off the sunscreen mask on the bottom, and also breathed a sigh of relief, "My mobile phone number was leaked, and many media called me, so I had to turn off the phone."

"The media found you?"

"Ah."

"These bastards!" Feng Moyan cursed through gritted teeth, and then comforted, "I have already contacted the company's legal counsel, and they will send a lawyer's letter right away, and those who spread rumors will soon receive court leaflets .”

"it is good."

"You should not go out these few days. I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning. You and the children will stay at home for a while."

"Hmm..." She was absent-minded. She nodded and responded lightly to what Feng Moyan said.

Seeing her sitting far away, Feng Moyan couldn't move himself, and couldn't go over to hug her and comfort her, and felt depressed again.

I don't know how long it will take for him to stand up after this operation.

The cell phone rang again in the room, and Yang Qianyu was taken aback for a moment, thinking it was his cell phone ringing again, and only realized that it had been turned off when he took it out.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Feng Moyan looked at her with his mobile phone, "It's mine, don't be nervous, it's fine."

"Hmm..." She came back to her senses and got up to pour some water.

Feng Moyan answered the phone, with a slightly suspicious expression on his face, "What do you want her for? Her phone is turned off... You asked that kid to call me, um, right now."

Yang Qianyu heard that the content of the call was related to her, drank water and walked to the hospital bed, "What's wrong?"

"Yang Zijun was looking for you, and he turned off his phone when he called you, so he went to Wangcheng."

"He's looking for me? Could it be that something happened to my dad again?"

Before Feng Moyan responded, the phone rang again, and he turned the screen over, "Is this his number?"

"It should be..." Yang Qianyu took the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello."

"Sister, why is your phone turned off?" Yang Zijun asked over there, with concern in his voice, "Are you okay? I've seen all the messy things on the Internet, don't worry about it, it's just a bunch of rubbish."

"Well, I know, why are you looking for me? What's going on at the hospital?"

Yang Zijun was a little hesitant, and he groaned for a while before saying, "It's Dad...he, he insisted on calling you over."

"He is looking for me? No money?"

"No... yes, it's his condition, which is more serious than expected. Before, the doctor said that his cancer, as long as he cooperates with the treatment after surgery, the prognosis is generally good, almost no different from normal people. But now he has been admitted to the hospital for a comprehensive examination , only to find that the cancer cells have begun to metastasize. In this case, the doctor said that the hope of being cured is...he has a very bad temper these days, and I am almost annoyed by him. Since last night, he has been clamoring to see you -"