I heard before that that woman is my grandson’s secretary. How can she become his girlfriend?
As a wealthy wife, Grandma Feng immediately felt that Ye Lai was the kind of powerful woman who climbed the ladder for money.
At this time, a woman who looked about the same age as Feng Yan spoke up: "I'm tired from the journey back. You guys go upstairs and have a rest. The kitchen is already cooking."
She is Feng Yan's youngest aunt, Feng Yan is five years old, and she only gave birth to a child last year.
Feng Zhengnuan stood up, looked at the girl sitting there obediently, and said with a smile: "Go upstairs and rest first. My sister-in-law will call you after dinner."
Hearing this, Feng Yan pulled Ye Lai to stand up and said, "This is my sister-in-law."
Ye Lai immediately smiled and said hello: "Hello, sister-in-law."
When they went upstairs, Feng Zhengyang suddenly slapped the coffee table hard: "Feng Yan is getting more and more neglectful of her job, why are you still helping her? And that woman is not filial at all, and has no courtesy towards her elders. Look like that
You also seduced Feng Yan just because he was good-looking, and Feng Yan’s life is almost gone if you don’t see the seduction?”
Feng Zhengnuan came back. She was Grandma Feng's youngest daughter. She had been pampered and raised since she was a child. Later, she got married, and her husband and her husband's family cared for her in every possible way.
Such Feng Zhengnuan has a bad temper. Maybe the whole family is afraid of Feng Zhengyang, but she is not afraid.
Especially since she was a child, she has had the best relationship with Feng Yan, and there is no room for anyone to scold Feng Yan.
"Isn't that what you taught me?"
Feng Zhengyang always likes to shout, "What did I teach him?"
"I like beautiful women, but I don't do my job properly." Feng Zhengnuan was angry enough to speak with enough eccentricity.
This sentence made Feng Zhengyang choke on the spot and almost recited it in one breath, "You...you!"
Feng Zhengnuan didn't care about him, turned around and went into the kitchen, telling the cook to make more supplements.
Look how thin those two kids are.
Just when Feng Zhengyang was about to get angry, he suddenly received a phone call.
When he saw the caller ID, he looked a little guilty, got up and walked elsewhere to answer the call.
"Zhengyang..." the woman on the phone cried.
Feng Zhengyang frowned: "What's wrong?"
"Jiang Yi and I were kicked out! Those people didn't even let me take away the furniture. What should I do..."
"What?" Feng Zhengyang was angry, "Give them the phone and I will talk to them!"
After a while, someone from the other side answered the phone, "Hello."
Feng Zhengyang put on airs again, "Who are you? Why are you chasing people away from our house?"
"Your house?" The other party was confused, "But the owner of this house is obviously Ms. Lan, and the monthly payment is also paid by a Mr. Feng Yan. We just received a notice to clean up the house."
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhengyang's face almost twisted with anger.
He hung up the phone abruptly, rushed back to the living room and took Feng's mother, who was chatting with Grandma Feng, to the balcony.
Feng Zhengyang gritted his teeth: "You want to clean the house?"
Feng Mu was confused, "What?"
"The house I bought for investment a few years ago was put in your name, but you asked someone to clean the house?" Feng Zhengyang said.
"without……"
"I let you."
The balcony door was pulled open, and Feng Yan slowly walked in.
His eyes fell on Feng Zhengyang's hand that was tightly clutching Feng's mother, "Let go of my mother."
Feng Zhengyang gritted his teeth and shook his hand away fiercely.
Feng Mu was almost thrown away.
Holding Feng's mother with one hand, Feng Yan's eyes darkened: "Mom, you go back first."
Mother Feng was worried that they would quarrel again, "You..."
"Be your Mrs. Feng with peace of mind and don't worry about anything." Feng Yan's tone was a little irritable.
In this way, Feng's mother left the balcony without saying another word.
When the balcony door closed, Feng Zhengyang asked: "Did you let me in?"
"Yes, I let you." Feng Yan pulled up a chair and sat down, folding his long legs as if he was examining a subordinate, "Are you going to ask why?"
Before Feng Zhengyang could yell again, Feng Yan spoke first: "Because I'm reminding you that I am in charge of the Feng family now, and I have the right to control all the real estate in the family."
Just because of Feng Zhengyang's affair with Jiang Yi, Feng Yan later took over the family business. No matter who he bought the house for, he would not pay the full amount.
Because of the purchase restrictions, Feng Yan wrote all the properties that Feng Zhengyang said he wanted to invest in in his mother's name, and then he paid the monthly payment from the account, just in case one day Feng Zhengyang shamelessly jumped over the wall and asked for the properties again.
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"You hit my girlfriend and you scolded my mother."
"I am your father!"
"You haven't been since the day I knew there was Jiang Yi."
The father and son would not let either of them sleep, and when they were tit for tat, it was scary to watch.
Feng Yan lit a cigarette and let the cold wind blow against him, "Maybe I inherited it from you and like to blame the fault on some unrelated people, so my girlfriend was bullied, so I wanted to take care of it.
Jiang Yi and his wife just drove them out this time, next time..."
"Maybe you have to go to the African refugee camps to find people."
Feng Zhengyang glared angrily, "Are you threatening me?"
"That's okay to understand."
Feng Yan took a few puffs of cigarette, and he rarely calmed down: "You are not young anymore, can't you take care of yourself in peace and contentment? You have to dictate everything about everyone in the family. You are so capable. Before I took over the family business,
Why didn’t you list the company abroad?”
Because they are father and son, they know each other well enough, so the words they say are more touching.
Feng Yan walked past him with undisguised hostility in his eyes.
As soon as he left, Feng Zhengyang's phone rang again, "Hello?"
"Dad, my mother was beaten!" Jiang Yi shouted.
Feng Zhengyang was irritated: "What's wrong?"
"Someone came out of nowhere, slapped my mother several times, and then ran away!"
"Did you call the police?"
"The police were called. We are at the police station, but they said the man was mentally ill and could not be punished at all!" Jiang Yi gritted his teeth.
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Room upstairs.
When Feng Yan came back, he saw Ye Lai sitting by the bed like a good baby, exactly the same as when he left, looking very restrained.
For a moment, Feng Yan felt that she shouldn't be like this.
"Sir, we've arrived." Liu Tan came to the door and said.
"Let him in."
After a while, a fashionably dressed young man came in carrying a box and said, "Hello, Mr. Feng."
Feng Yan took Ye Lai to sit on the sofa and motioned for the man to come over.
He grabbed Ye Lai's hand and spread it on the coffee table.
The man opened the tool box without asking any questions.
Ye Lai watched the man adjust the paint, so he took out a slender brush and dipped it in. He came closer, squatted down and began to draw something on her palm.
She stared with wide eyes.
Every stroke of the brush was light and itchy.
Ye Lai wanted to hide, so he buried his face in Feng Yan's chest.
Feng Yan hugged her and rested his chin on the top of her hair, letting her rely on him.
About ten minutes later, the young man took out a small fan and blew it on the palms and backs of Ye Lai's hands.
"alright."
"Look, it's even more beautiful this time." Feng Yan said.
Ye Lai withdrew from his embrace and stared at her hands.
The scars on the backs and palms of the hands were red and hideous.
Feng Yan squeezed her hand, pointed to the back of it and said, "These are little wings. You are free. You can fly wherever you want in my sky."
So he turned her hand over again, pointed to the palm of his hand and said, "This is my name, do you remember it?"
Remember.
That was the name Ye Lai wrote on his wrist last year, in the exact same font.
At this moment, his name was imprinted on her palm, and he held her whole right hand and shook it with her.
Until her right hand was completely clenched, Feng Yan said: "This way I will be held in your hand, and you can see me as long as you stretch out your hand."