The two were laughing and joking, and Quan, who was driving in front, heard about it even though they were separated by a separate space.

The bodyguard, who had always had a slumped face, thought that he had been with his boss for five or six years and finally saw his heartfelt smile, and he felt relieved - these two people had finally come to the end of their hardships, and the family would live in harmony from now on.

Just think about it and be happy.

No one knows that their biggest crisis is quietly coming.

Feng Moyan was in a really good mood.

Although he knew that the company might have a tough battle and that this New Year might not be easy, with his beloved woman by his side, he felt that he had endless strength and was not afraid even if the sky fell.

When they were almost home, Yang Qianyu insisted on staying away from him and tidying up her clothes.

"I'll go back after dinner later." In order to resolve the ambiguous atmosphere in the carriage, Yang Qianyu said lightly while brushing her hair.

Feng Moyan turned around in surprise, "Is it necessary?"

"Of course. I still have work to deal with." She does have work, but the more important reason is understood by both of them.

If she stayed, Feng Moyan would definitely try his best to let her sleep in the master bedroom, and then...

Although this idea was hypocritical, and there seemed to be no difference between once and countless times, she just didn't want to.

I always feel that it is quite shameless to do this when I have a child.

Psychologically I can't accept it.

When Feng Moyan saw her saying this, her cute little ears were so red that they were bleeding. He couldn't help but smile and said deliberately: "It's not like there is no study in the Imperial Garden, so it won't affect your work."

"Who says it won't have an impact? The impact is huge!"

"Oh? Are you saying that I have too much influence on you and you can't focus on your work when you are around me?" Mr. Feng shamelessly came over and asked with interest.

Yang Qianyu: "..."

"Really?" he insisted.

Yang Qianyu also had bad intentions. The more he wanted to know, the less she would give him the answer. So he squinted aloofly and said lightly: "You really put a lot of money on your face. What I mean is,

If I stay in the Royal Garden, those three little guys will be too noisy, so how can I have the time to work?"

"..." Feng Moyan looked slightly stunned.

"To be honest!" she asked seriously, "you have been living with them these days, don't you feel like there is a swarm of bees in your ears?"

Mr. Feng's face turned cold and he sat back, "I want to go back and tell them that my mother despises them."

"childish!"

This was Yang Qianyu's plan, but God's calculations were not as good as those of others. Before dinner was finished, the weather, which had been gloomy for several days, finally took a turn for the worse.

Aunt Rong accidentally looked outside and exclaimed: "It's snowing! It's the first snow this winter!"

This sentence successfully attracted the children's attention, and the three little ones rushed out without even bothering to eat their dinner.

"Wow! It's really snowing, it's so beautiful!"

"Mom, it's snowing!"

"It's snowing heavily!"

In fact, the two brothers grew up in Zurich, and Yang Qianyu often took them to the ski resort since they were more than two years old.

They are no strangers to snow.

But children, who are innocent and childlike, instinctively cheer with excitement when they see the snowflakes falling.

Feng Moyan looked outside through the floor-to-ceiling window, and his eyes stopped on someone's face, and he said unhurriedly: "It's snowing, will the road be slippery?"

Yang Qianyu glanced at him and didn't bother to answer.

It just started falling, why did it slip?

If the snow keeps falling, after a night of preparation and preparation, it will be difficult to walk tomorrow morning. He is a single-family house here, and there is a private road outside with no vehicle traffic, so the road will definitely freeze.

Therefore, she was more determined to leave at night, otherwise she might not be able to go to work tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she speeded up her meal, fed her belly in three or two mouthfuls, and stood up: "If it still snows tomorrow, don't send them to kindergarten. The road is not safe. I'll go back as soon as the snow doesn't pile up."

Yes, it’s close to my company.”

Feng Moyan was dumbfounded and immediately became angry when he looked at her, "I'm here in a dragon's pond and a tiger's den? What's wrong with staying here for one night?"

His voice was very flat and not high-pitched, but even so, the servants in the living room shivered and immediately became nervous.

Aunt Rong was watching the children outside, fearing that they would be cold, so she came in to get a scarf. When she looked up, she noticed that the atmosphere in the restaurant was not right. She pondered for a moment and walked forward to persuade her: "Madam...it's so late and it's snowing again. It's too late to go back."

It's troublesome, let alone the husband who doesn't agree, the children won't agree either. You are so busy these days that you don't have time to spend time with them, and the children all have opinions."

Aunt Rong is smart and knows how to talk things over with her children, and no mother can refuse.

But Feng Moyan no longer bothered to say anything to her. He turned around in his wheelchair and left the restaurant, going upstairs as if he wanted to leave or stay.

Before Yang Qianyu could say anything, Xiao Zhou ran in from outside, "Mom, come and see the snow, it's so beautiful! Eh? Where's Dad? Dad!"

She quickly stopped her son and said, "It's inconvenient for Dad, so stop shouting. Mom will stay with you."

When Aunt Rong heard what she said, she knew she wouldn't leave. She felt happy and said quickly: "Madam, please accompany the children quickly. I'll get the scarf and hat."

Yang Qianyu was really busy with work. A new store in another city was going to open on New Year's Day. She had all the documents ready and she had to go through them.

There was also the headquarters. She had to go there a year ago, and the work at hand had to be arranged in advance.

The thought of having to take a cross-country flight again made her feel frightened. The shadow of that air crash would not be eliminated in a short time.

But the company's headquarters is over there, and as the CEO and largest shareholder, she can't be absent for a long time even if there are reliable senior management there.

There are a lot of things in front of you. Although it is not overwhelming, it is indeed annoying.

The first snowfall was heavy, and the temperature was low. After a while, the ground was completely white.

The children had so much fun that if Aunt Rong hadn't reminded them repeatedly that they would catch a cold, they wouldn't have been able to run around in the snow all night.

After coaxing the children to sleep, Yang Qianyu had no intention of going to the master bedroom. She thought she would go and squeeze in with Xixi after working for a while, just in time to keep warm.

Unexpectedly, when she opened the study door, she saw someone she had deliberately avoided sitting behind the desk with a laptop open in front of her.

Feng Moyan was also slightly startled. He raised his eyes and saw her. He was probably still angry. He calmly looked away and continued to stare at the computer screen.

Yang Qianyu stood at the door for a few seconds, thinking about his body, and finally couldn't turn a blind eye and walked in.

"It's so late, why don't you rest? You've been tired at the company for most of the day." The blood circulation in his legs is not good. On such a cold day, sitting for a long time will definitely be freezing to the bones. Even if the room temperature is constant, it will be useless.

If this continues, it will not be conducive to the recovery of his leg function.

Feng Moyan didn't want to talk to her at first, but who said he was spineless? As soon as she took the initiative to speak, he couldn't help it: "I'll finish this work."

"how much longer?"

"Why, are you in a hurry to use the study room?" The man raised his eyes again, his eyebrows deep and his gaze heavy.

Yang Qianyu could tell that he was still angry. He paused, as if he was adjusting his mood, and then said calmly: "I'm worried about your body. You have just recovered. If you are overworked and fall ill again, you will suffer."

It’s you who suffers.”

Well, as soon as she said this, all the anger in someone's heart disappeared.

He pursed his thin lips and murmured in a low voice: "It's just a few minutes away... I have a project document that will be used in the meeting tomorrow. I have to read it."

"Um."

Yang Qianyu responded briefly, took her laptop and went to sit on the sofa, concentrating on doing her own thing.

Feng Moyan looked at her first, then at her, and soon realized that with her presence, he couldn't calm down and work at all.

No wonder she said in the evening that she couldn't stay in the Royal Garden and work overtime.

Feeling impatient and unfit to continue working, he simply took down the computer.

Yang Qianyu heard the voice and immediately looked up at him: "Are you done? Do you want me to take you back to your room?"

Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, and the two of them looked at each other about five meters apart.

Then, the man said coolly: "No, my hands are not useless."

By implication, it is easy to control the wheelchair.

Yang Qianyu stared at him, her face suddenly stiffened, a little baffled.

Didn't your anger subside just now? Why are you so cold and sarcastic again?

She worked far away from him and did not provoke him.

Really!

She was complaining in her heart. She was too lazy to pay attention to this unpredictable tyrant, lowered her head and continued working.

And Feng Moyan was even more angry when he saw her like this.

This woman...she was obviously not like this before, why has she become so heartless now!

After making him so angry, she just immersed herself in work again as if nothing had happened?

Feng Moyan moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but paused when the words reached his lips, and then walked towards the door.
To be continued...