Yang Caiyue was stunned, froze for a moment, and immediately smiled again, "Of course I know... I just said, design jewelry first, and... I didn't rush to ask you to marry me..."

Feng Moyan didn't say anything.

Yang Caiyue looked at his face carefully and did not dare to talk anymore.

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again, but changed the subject: "Have you visited Shiwen yesterday?"

"Yeah!" Seeing that he was willing to speak, Yang Caiyue became happy again and said with a smug hug, "Shiwen said she was bored and asked me to go over and accompany her. She also asked me to be her model on a whim. She sat for several hours, so she was so tired!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Oh, it's my sister-in-law's responsibility and obligation to do something for her sister-in-law."

"Thank you." Although it was a word of thanks, the man was not very concerned about it.

Yang Caiyue smiled gently, looking extremely kind, "The Buddha said, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I saved Shiwen. Although she had a great sacrifice, it was worth it to survive."

"Yes." The man responded, and there was no more text.

The air fell into an awkward silence again.

Then, there was a sudden "bang" sound from the upstairs, and then a cry came.

"Oh my little ancestor! Why are you doing so high when you climb?

The butler's voice was panicked, and Feng Moyan's face changed suddenly and he had already rushed upstairs.

"What's going on?" I pushed the door open and saw the butler holding his daughter, some objects scattered on the ground, and a chair slumped on the ground.

"Wuwuwuwuwu-" The child cried bitterly, with blood on his forehead.

Feng Moyan stepped forward to grab the child, feeling extremely distressed: "What do you think of her?"

The housekeeper and the servant were so scared that they could not kneel down and beg for mercy: "Sir, I just walked away, thinking about getting a coat for the young lady... I never thought that the young lady would climb onto the chair. I should die... I didn't take good care of the young lady... Please punish me!"

Bodyguard A Quan quickly got the medical box and advised: "Mr. Feng, treat the young lady's wound first and see if she wants to go to the hospital."

Feng Moyan suppressed his anger and looked at his daughter who was crying in his arms, her eyes were red and tears were almost falling.

Fortunately, after some inspection, the little girl just had a little skin on her forehead, so she would be fine if she put it on with ok.

Seeing that Feng Moyan was still tense, the servants were all angry and did not dare to breathe. She walked up to her and greeted her as a hostess: "Okay, you all go down, be careful in the future! Don't you know how delicate the eldest lady is? If you break it, you can't afford to lose your life!"

But all the servants lowered their heads and stood still, and no one dared to walk away.

Yang Caiyue was a little embarrassed and had to look at the man holding the child on the sofa again.

"Mo Yan, it is normal for a child to be active, and you don't want to be too... That one, sometimes, paying attention to it and being too spoiled may not be a good thing. She fell back and had a good memory, and she would not dare to go back next time..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Moyan raised his eyes and interrupted, "Are you teaching me how to raise a daughter?"

"I..." She was speechless and confused in an instant, "I didn't mean that, I just felt... your protection of her is indeed a bit too much-"

"My daughter, I do!"

“…”

Feng Yuxi stopped crying, not interested in the sword-pulling and crossbow tension in the world, but moved in his father's arms and wanted to jump down again.

Feng Moyan quickly stopped him: "I forgot the pain after healing the scar? What should I do?"

The little girl's eyes are red, her nose is red, and the place where her forehead falls is bloody. She looks cute and pitiful, making people feel extremely soft-hearted.

"I want to take photos... Mama's photos..." Feng Yuxi saw that his father was angry, and did not dare to do it again. He raised his hand and pointed at the drawer in the chest.

Everyone then understood!

It turned out that the little girl climbed so high that she needed to be able to get enough of her mother's photo in the chest of drawers.

"What do you want to do for photos?" Feng Moyan was puzzled.

"I want to show it to my brother. I have moma. My moma is very beautiful!" Feng Yuxi sobbed and explained, Shui Lingling's eyes were serious and persistent.

Feng Moyan had never been able to refuse his daughter, so he had to carry her to the cabinet to get the photo.

Yang Caiyue looked at the photos in the hands of the father and daughter, and couldn't help but clench her hands quietly, and her teeth were closed secretly.

Yang Qianyu has been dead for four years, and her relics are still preserved in this villa, from photos to clothes, from bedding to daily necessities, a lot of them are included.

When she gets married in the future, she becomes the hostess here. If these old things are not thrown away, how can she feel?

Thinking of this, Yang Caiyue felt angry again.

"Mo Yan, Xixi is so big. You should tell her some facts, right? You hide this from it and will only let her live in fantasy. How can she accept me in the future?" Even though she knew that the man would get angry after saying this, she still couldn't help it.

Sure enough, Feng Moyan looked at her and said bluntly: "I am not enough for the kindness the Feng family owes you? Do you want my daughter to accept you?"

The implication is that at most I can marry you, it has nothing to do with my daughter, so don’t want my daughter to recognize you as a mother!

"I--" Yang Caiyue was stunned and stared at the man with her eyes, choking and unable to speak.

So that's what he thought!

Feng Moyan picked up his daughter and went straight out.

Yang Caiyue turned around, and wanted to speak but stopped. Her eyes were staring at their backs with a burning look, making her mind buzzing!

The father and daughter went down the stairs, and the little girl spoke softly: "Dad..."

"Um?"

"I don't like Aunt Caiyue as my mother."

"Well, then don't want her to be a mother."

"Dad, I don't want you to marry Aunt Caiyue."

"Why?"

"Just don't like it."

"But Aunt Caiyue saved her aunt's life and was kind to our whole family. Her physical problems were in trouble and she needed someone to take care of her in the future. It was the responsibility of her father marrying her." The man explained patiently.

The little girl pouted and muttered in a low voice: "Can you give me money... Anyway, my dad is the richest..."

When Feng Moyan heard this, his gentle and deep eyes were slightly silent, and then he changed the topic: "Does the forehead still hurt?"

"Dad kisses you won't hurt anymore."

The man smiled, held the back of his daughter's head with his big palm, pressed it closer, and kissed her on the forehead several times.

"Dad, take me out for fun. I want to find those two little brothers and show them the photos of Moma!"

"good."

Downstairs, Wang Cheng came to pick up the boss to work. He couldn't help but remind him when he heard this: "Mr. Feng, there was an important meeting in the morning."

"Let Miyaki Kitazawa go."

Wangcheng was in a dilemma: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Gong is also very busy today..."

"Then let him be more busy. Anyway, there are no women or children, so why should he do if he doesn't work hard for his career?"

“…”

Seeing that the boss had made up his mind, Wang Cheng had to call Gong Beize, the executive vice president of the company, the third young master of the Gong family.

A moment later, Wang Cheng brought his cell phone and looked desperate: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Gong, let you listen to the phone."
Chapter completed!