Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Feng Moyan hasn't come to the company for a few days, and even the whole company once speculated—is the boss going to sell the company?

Today I finally saw the boss who had disappeared for a long time "return to his hometown", and he still showed up with the boss's wife. The two looked loving and harmonious, and the relationship between the couple was deep, which shocked many people's jaws!

"Wow, the boss is finally back, are those rumors self-defeating? I feel at ease!"

"I've never believed those rumors. Mr. Feng spent such a high price. I heard that he sold all the assets under his name to save the company. How could he sell it!"

"Well, it's fine if you don't sell it! I'm happy to see such a handsome boss at work in the future!"

"What daydream are you doing! Didn't you see that the boss only has the boss's wife in his eyes?"

"Oh, I can't be unrequited love!"

Speaking of the proprietress, some male colleagues joined in the gossip.

"The proprietress is really beautiful! She looks ten times more beautiful than those photos secretly taken on the Internet! No wonder Mr. Feng is so sad about the beauty test."

"But it wasn't rumored that this woman disliked Mr. Feng, turned to the light, and followed the founder of Wanzhuo Technology?"

"That's even more of a rumor! The master later clarified it."

"Hehe... I think there is no wave without wind, especially the circle of rich people, it's in chaos!"

Wang Cheng was late, and when he passed by the lobby, he saw a group of people eating the boss's melon, and suddenly coughed tactically.

A group of people turned their heads to see him, and they immediately fell silent: "Hello Wang Tezhu!"

"Aren't you guys so daring to grow hair? You dare to say anything! Feng always forgot all his temper?"

"No, no, no...we're just chatting, Special Assistant Wang, please don't tell Mr. Feng."

Wang Cheng glanced at them disdainfully, "Do you think Mr. Feng is as idle as you? This crap is worth his time?"

He started to leave, but suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said seriously: "Remember, even if the earth explodes and the world ends, Mr. Feng and his wife will not be separated! You have no brains! Why did the HR department recruit you bunch of idiots! "

Feng Moyan was not unaware of these rumors.

In the past, an upset made all these gossipers and gossips go away - now, he is immersed in a happy little life, his personality is much milder, and he doesn't bother to be as knowledgeable as these people.

After entering the president's office, Yang Qianyu pushed him to the desk, and then helped him tidy up the desk.

These days when he was "absent from work", although there was a special person to clean the room every day, there were too many official tasks piled up on the table, which was still a bit messy.

Seeing the woman he loves take the initiative to help him tidy up, and occasionally the hair slips and falls, and it is too late to tidy up, so he can only straighten up and shake his head up - the black and beautiful hair draws beautiful arcs in the air, and the faint fragrance of the hair is lingering in the air , into the heart and spleen.

He stared at it obsessively, and couldn't help but tease: "Are you flirting with me?"

"Ah?" Yang Qianyu didn't hear clearly, and glanced back at him, "What did you say?"

"I said you did it on purpose and used beauty tricks in front of me."

"..." The woman gave him a blank look, and said unceremoniously, "You must be sick!"

He smiled, noncommittal, and waited until Qianqian had finished clearing the table, he sat up slightly, stretched out his long arms to hug her by the waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing!" She was startled, and looked back at the man. Seeing his deep eyes and his handsome face, she knew what was going on in this guy's mind without asking.

"There's enough gossip in this building, are you going to make some new ones?"

He hadn't come back to work for a few days, but when he came back suddenly today, there must be many executives coming to report to work later.

This kind of cuddling and cuddling is tired and crooked, and if people see it later, they will have to make up a new version.

But Feng Moyan didn't listen, his mind is now full of her bending down to tidy up the table just now, the soft and charming curve of her waist and hips and the flirty hair that looks like a movie scene.

I really hate these legs, otherwise he shouldn't just hold her in his arms at this time.

Instead, he picked her up and walked towards the lounge inside.

"It's been rumored that our relationship has broken down, that you've always been chaotic and always abandoned, that you dislike the poor and love the rich—if someone sees that we're inseparable, wouldn't those rumors be self-defeating?" Feng Moyan buried his face in hers In the hair, when greedily sucking her fragrance, the low and charming voice murmured lazily.

Yang Qianyu turned around, wrapped his arms around his neck, smiled, and continued: "Well, then everyone started to spread that Mr. Feng was bewitched by a vixen, and he staged unsuitable scenes in the office, and finally the reputation was damaged. still me."

"Well, this is not wronging you—Su, Da, Ji."

He spoke teasingly, and Qianqian patted him angrily, "You have the nerve to say so! This society is really unfair to women. No matter what the truth is, women will be the ones to blame in the end!"

Remembering that she was referred to as Su Daji on the Internet before, she felt a burst of indignation in her heart.

Obviously it was this stupid king who stalked her.

The two of them were tired of talking endlessly, Feng Moyan was a little fascinated, and leaned closer to kiss her, bewitching while kissing: "I just saw you help me pack the files, thinking... If there is a beautiful secretary close to me, it would be a big deal." Good thing, anyway, you are at home now, how about...to be my personal Xiaomi?"

Qianqian sat in his arms, her figure was a little taller, listening to him daydream, she smiled coquettishly and sweetly, holding his face with her hands, and purposely put the tip of his nose to the tip of his nose.

"Then...how much salary will Mr. Feng pay me?"

"The company belongs to you, and I belong to you. What salary do you want?"

"Then... what kind of work does Xiaomi need? I'm too tired to do it."

"Well...you can do it if you want to do it, and if you don't want to do it..."

"Just what?"

"Warm the bed for me... Hiss!" Before he finished speaking, the tip of his nose suddenly hurt, and the man's face wrinkled.

Qianqian took a bite out of him.

"Are you a dog?"

"Nonsense, biting you is light!" Qianqian reprimanded in a low voice, pretending to be angry, and got up to leave, but the man pulled her back again.

"Bite me and want to escape?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"Let me bite back."

"do not want!"

The two were laughing and joking when someone knocked on the office door and pushed it open, "President Feng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Yang Qianyu was also frightened. Hearing the voice, he jumped up from the man's arms like an electric shock, and hurriedly tidied himself up with his back facing the door.

Wang Cheng realized that something bad happened to him, and was about to take the door to leave, but was stopped by Feng Moyan: "Come back."

Yang Qianyu tidied herself up before turning around, "Wang Tezhu."

Wang Cheng didn't look sideways, nodded his head as a response, and went to Qianhui to report: "Mr. Feng, madam, the front desk said that Zhuo Dong has arrived."

Yang Qianyu looked down at Feng Moyan, who shook his head slightly at her, she understood, and turned to enter the inner lounge.

After Wang Cheng reported, he immediately went out and waited in front of the elevator.

Within a few minutes, the elevator door opened, and Zhuo Yueluan showed up with Secretary Zhao.

No wonder Xixi has to be called uncle. Although Zhuo Yueluan is over half a hundred years old, because he has been in the army for many years, even after changing jobs, he still maintains a highly self-disciplined lifestyle and insists on exercising every day, so his overall condition looks very good. Young, at most 40 years old.

And Mr. Feng has turned [-]. In the eyes of children, isn't he just about the same?

Although Wang Cheng had done enough homework and had a certain understanding of this mysterious and low-key Zhuo Dong, he was still taken aback when he saw him.

It was completely different from what he imagined the business giant would feel.

Tall and handsome, young and upright, with a warm smile, approachable, and the awe-inspiring upright appearance when walking, more energetic than most young people.

"Hello Dong Zhuo, I am Wang Cheng, President Feng's assistant. President Feng is inconvenient to move around, so please forgive me." Wang Cheng sincerely admired this great man in his heart, bowed at almost ninety degrees, and extended his hand to greet .

Zhuo Yueluan nodded indifferently, "Mr. Wang, you are being polite. It is our sudden visit that disturbed you. Mr. Feng is recovering from his illness."

"No, please, Zhuo Dong!"

Feng Moyan watched Qian Yu enter the lounge, adjusted his clothes, and when he looked up again, the tenderness and pampering on his face disappeared.

Voices came from outside, and in the next second, the double-opening nanmu doors of the office were pushed open, and Wang Cheng led the two of them inside.

Feng Moyan raised his eyes and met Zhuo Yueluan's gaze. It seemed that his expression was calm, but there was also a sense of astonishment in his heart.

His appearance, aura, demeanor, and spirit are all better than he imagined, and they are far better than those of his age.

He suddenly realized that it might not be a good thing to have such a powerful father-in-law.

Turning around the wheelchair and around the desk, he put on a formulaic smile on his stern, scrutinizing face, "Hi Dong Zhuo, I'm Feng Moyan."

Zhuo Yueluan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, still showing an approachable and elegant smile, but in his heart, he dealt with the young man in front of him with a sense of investigation and scrutiny.

After all, this is the person who will be his son-in-law.

"Mr. Feng, I'm Zhuo Yueluan. I've come to visit rashly, and I'm disturbing your recovery."

"Dong Zhuo, you are being polite. You have helped us Feng Yun a lot. I should visit you first and express our gratitude to Feng Yun."

"That's not necessary. I made the move for the sake of Xiaoqing's mother and daughter. Besides, your Fengyun project has a good prospect."

Feng Moyan is usually confident and arrogant, so it's hard to put anyone in his eyes.

But in front of Zhuo Yueluan, he was respectful and respectful for the first time.

Firstly, because of Wanzhuo Technology's international influence and appeal in leading the rise of national brands, he really admired this Zhuo Dong.

Secondly, he knew that Qianqian would recognize his father and daughter sooner or later.

He used to look down on Yang Guohua, even though he had been the son-in-law of the Yang family for three years, he never took his father-in-law seriously.

But now the real father-in-law is different, he is really neglecting at all.

Therefore, the speech can be described as full of courtesy and excellent self-cultivation.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yueluan didn't appreciate it, and said that it was "for the sake of Xiaoqing's mother and daughter". This seemingly flirtatious sentence was enough to show his attitude - so that he didn't have to get close.

Feng Moyan's expression didn't change, but he was already suppressing his emotions in his heart - sure enough, this old man is not easy to deal with.

Wang Cheng and Secretary Zhao, who were on the side, also tasted the taste of hand-to-hand combat from their calm conversation, and the smiles on their faces were somewhat meaningful.

"Dong Zhuo, please sit here." No matter how upset Feng Moyan was in his heart, he still maintained a polite face, the wheelchair was facing the reception area, and at the same time he gave Wang Cheng a wink.

Wang Cheng stepped forward immediately: "Dong Zhuo, what would you like to drink?"

"A cup of tea will do."

"Okay." When Wang Cheng turned around, he looked at Secretary Zhao, "Secretary Zhao, why don't I show you around the company. Since the two companies cooperate, of course we need to have a deeper understanding."

Secretary Zhao also knew that the boss didn't come here for official business, and it was useless for him to stay, so she nodded upon hearing the words, "Okay, sorry for the trouble."

The two turned around and went out. In the huge CEO's office, only Feng Moyan and Zhuo Yueluan were left.

Zhuo Yueluan settled down in the middle of the couch, and when he sat down, he habitually pressed his right hand on his knee.

Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, staying directly opposite the coffee table, facing the couch.

Therefore, he noticed Zhuo Yueluan's movements when he slowly sat down.

Maybe because he also happens to have inconvenient legs and feet, he is particularly sensitive to this aspect.Seeing Zhuo Yueluan's posture and movements when he was seated, his eyes sank, and he could almost conclude that there was something wrong with his right leg.

Both of them sat down, but for some reason, no one spoke first.

It seems that they are all looking at each other and rating each other in their hearts.

Not long after, there was another knock on the office door, and Wang Cheng came in with brewed tea.

"Dong Zhuo, your tea." Wang Cheng respectfully put down the tea, put another cup of coffee in front of Feng Moyan, turned and left.

Zhuo Yueluan sat up slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, there was no emotion on his face, and he couldn't see how much he liked the tea.

Feng Moyan sat on the wheelchair, quietly observing his every move, and when he put down his teacup, he finally spoke first: "Dong Zhuo, you came here specially for business, right?"

Zhuo Yueluan seemed to smile, "How do you say that?"

They are all smart people, so they won't go around in circles, Feng Moyan cut to the chase: "You went to the kindergarten to meet my three children yesterday, this doesn't seem like something a business partner should do - what is Mr. Zhuo's intention, why not just say it .”

But Zhuo Yueluan didn't say it directly, after leaning back on the sofa again, his eyes fell on Feng Moyan's legs, "Your leg... when will it be healed?"

Feng Moyan looked at his legs, "Isn't... your son the clearest?"

"Oh, I forgot, it's a coincidence that Yi Lin performed the operation on you."

"It's a coincidence."

There was silence between the two for a few seconds, just in time, Zhuo Yueluan's cell phone rang.

"Sorry." He answered the phone without getting up, "Hello..."

I don't know what was said there, he looked obviously excited, but soon suppressed it, and then calmly replied: "Got it, hang up first."

He dropped the phone, and within a few seconds, it rang again.

He opened WeChat, enlarged the picture, and stared at the phone screen quietly.

Surprise, excitement, joy, and disbelief intertwined in his usual calm and calm expression.

He seemed to have forgotten the existence of Feng Moyan. He stared at the phone screen for an indeterminate amount of time before sighing deeply, raised his face, and looked at Feng Moyan.

Then, leaning over, turned the phone around, and placed it on the coffee table in front of Feng Moyan.