Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Feng Moyan's body is still recovering, and the doctor repeatedly told him to lie flat in bed and not sit for long periods of time.

So, after seeing Zhuo Yueluan, he took care of the important and urgent business and went back with Yang Qianyu.

Along the way, Qianyu didn't speak.

Feng Moyan kept holding her hand, observed carefully for a while, and then asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

She turned her head, shook her head, and said in a low voice, "I haven't thought about anything... My heart is in a mess, but my mind feels blank."

So just let it go and think about nothing.

Feng Moyan understood her mood, and pulled her into his arms with a slight force.

"I once read a poem in a book and thought it was very well written."

Qianqian looked up slightly in his arms: "What poem?"

"It's a Portuguese poet, and the poem is called: Every day you are unhappy is not yours."

Feng Moyan embraced her, and the two of them cuddled up to each other, slowly shaking with the body of the car.

His voice was low and charming, and he recited the poem slowly.

"Every day that you are unhappy is not yours; you just waste it. No matter how you live, as long as you are unhappy, you have not lived. If the sunset is reflected in the pond, if it is enough to make you happy, then love, wine , or laughter, it is insignificant. A happy person is one who absorbs happiness from small affairs, and does not refuse it every day, a natural gift!"

Yang Qianyu lay quietly in his arms, never dreaming that a decisive businessman like Feng Moyan would one day recite such a beautiful and profound modern poem to her so provocatively and politely .

After she finished listening, she still maintained the state of looking up from the man's arms and staring at him blankly.

Feng Moyan noticed it, and looked down at her, with a smile on his sexy thin lips, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that."

Yang Qianyu raised her hand and pressed it against his forehead, "Let me see if you have a fever."

"..." The corner of Mr. Feng's mouth twitched, and he rewarded her with a chestnut angrily, which landed on her forehead.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Qian Yu wrinkled his face in pain, and got up from his arms.

"Aren't you women all romantic and provocative? It's rare that I racked my brains to think of this poem, trying to comfort you, and you responded to me like this?"

Mr. Feng pretended to be displeased, and also retracted his arm, with a look of "I'm very angry".

After Yang Qianyu touched his forehead, seeing that he was still angry, she smiled and took the initiative to hold his arm.

"I was kidding you."

"Not funny."

"Okay, then I was wrong." Yang Qianyu was flexible, apologized immediately, and said seriously, "That poem is really well written, every day you are unhappy is not yours—so, we Be happy and don't be shrouded in bad things all the time."

Mr. Feng was coaxed by her soft words, and quickly went down the steps. Hearing the words, he turned his head to look at her again, "Don't just talk about it, whether you are happy or not is written on your face."

So he felt distressed when he saw it, but there was nothing he could do.

"No. It's already happened, but it's just exposed now. I'm sad and it doesn't help. I just think of my mother and feel sorry for her."

"Hmm..." Feng Moyan put his arms around her shoulders again, and leaned his head against her head, "I understand you, so I will give you some time to remember, but not too long. I believe that my aunt is in the spirit of the sky, and I don't want to watch Seeing that you are unhappy and depressed because of her."

"Okay." She responded obediently, and leaned into the man's arms again, feeling sincerely, "Mo Yan...we are lucky, we can meet again if we miss it, and we will cherish it in the future."

"Of course, this time I will hold you firmly, no matter who, no matter what, will not separate us."

She didn't speak, but there was a happy smile on her quiet and beautiful face, and her arms hugged him even tighter.

When he was about to get home, Feng Moyan remembered something.

"Qianqian, now that everything is settled, do you want to consider moving to Yuyuan? There is more space there, and it is more comfortable than living here."

Yang Qianyu thought for a while, then shook her head, "It's too troublesome to move around, let's live like this for now. Why, don't you think this place is not worthy of your status as the chief executive?"

The man smiled, "Am I that kind of person? Besides, I'm just a down-and-out president now, and I don't have the qualifications to put on airs. Don't I feel sorry for you and the children?"

Yang Qianyu glanced at him, "Well, I live in a villa anyway, what's so distressing. I know your heart, but you also have to understand my persistence. We have always had a bad reputation, and I don't want to move to Yuyuan , let people gossip. Living here, I am comfortable and comfortable, which is fine."

When it came to the fact that the reputation was not right, Feng Moyan lost his temper again, "You asked for it yourself? After several appointments to get the certificate, you ran away."

As soon as this topic was brought up, Mr. Feng became a big brother.

Yang Qianyu knew he was wrong, and was about to comfort him when the car stopped.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for them, helping Feng Moyan get down.

When he slammed on the door, the driver suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "Madam, I went to wash the car yesterday and saw some sundries in the trunk. Do you still need it? If you don't need it, I'll take it down later and throw it away."

Sundries?

Yang Qianyu was stunned for a moment, but couldn't think of it for a while.

She didn't realize it until the driver opened the trunk and pointed out the bags to her.

"I want it! Help me move into the house."

"Okay." The driver agreed, and took out a few packages from the trunk.

Yang Qianyu pushed Feng Moyan, and the two walked to the back.

"what is this?"

"It's some relics of my mother and my grandparents."

"Relic?"

Seeing that the man's face was even more confused, she explained: "Isn't the courtyard in the ancient town being refurbished? I went there on the day the construction started, and I told you that there are still many things in the utility room. The designer asked Do I want more, I went to check, there are quite a few belongings of my mother and the others, I was reluctant to throw them away, so I picked those and brought them back."

Only then did Feng Moyan understand, and suggested: "Find a suitable day and burn it to them."

"Well, that's what I thought too." She planned to keep one or two pieces for thought, and send the rest over there.

Back home, Feng Moyan went to bed and rested.

The children are not out of school yet, and the house is quiet.

Yang Qianyu settled down the man, came out of the living room, saw something on the coffee table, walked over, and sat down.

Opening those relics casually, there are some certificates and honors, all belonged to grandpa, and there are several old photo albums, which contain photos of grandpa and grandma, and of course more photos of mother.

She flipped through one by one, and decided to keep these few photo albums as a souvenir, so she picked them out and put them aside.

There was something left in the bag, and she poured it all out.

Seeing those notebooks with yellowed covers, she curiously took them over to see what was written inside.

Unexpectedly, when I opened it, I was surprised.

It turned out to be a diary!Mom's diary!