"Don't worry, you can sleep on the bed. I'm not that rogue. I'll sleep on the sofa." He turned around and tapped the reception area with his chin to appease her worries.
Yang Qianyu sat upright, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
"What, you want me to take off your shoes?" He gestured to bend down.
The woman was startled and quickly stopped her, "No, I'll do it myself!"
She moved, kicked off her shoes, slowly moved her buttocks, and lay down.
Feng Moyan stood beside the bed and looked at her condescendingly.
Yang Qianyu became nervous again. She grasped the edge of the quilt with both hands and placed it on her shoulders, as if to prevent him from jumping down at any time. Then she raised a finger and pointed towards the sofa.
"It's getting late... You must be working very hard these days. Go to bed quickly." She urged.
The man stood motionless, but his handsome face clearly showed a smile.
Yang Qianyu's heart beat faster, praying that the light was dim so that this person wouldn't see that she was blushing again.
Feng Moyan turned around and walked away, but her silly and cute actions just now were still replaying in his mind.
She must not have known that the more she was on guard, the more alluring and sinful her appearance became.
Unfortunately, the timing was unlucky, so he could only make a fuss in his mind.
Feng Moyan went to the bathroom to wash up, and Yang Qianyu gradually relaxed.
Tonight, we have to be in the same room together. I hope we can get along well.
It was late at night, and she felt physically unwell again. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep again.
But her waist and lower abdomen were sore and uncomfortable. In a daze, she frowned and moved little by little.
After Feng Moyan came out of the shower, he saw the figure sleeping with him on the bed still moving around. He paused for a moment, walked to the door, opened the door gently and went out.
After a while, he came back with a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel.
Yang Qianyu vaguely felt a heat in her abdomen, and there seemed to be someone beside her. When she opened her eyes slightly, she shrank in fear, "What are you doing?"
"A hot water bottle will make you feel more comfortable."
The man bent over and was stuffing the hot water bottle into her belly.
Yang Qianyu felt it, and suddenly her heart was agitated, and she lay there as if her whole body was on fire.
Did he take the wrong medicine today?
When they were married before, he never cared about himself like this.
But tonight, he seemed to have suddenly returned to the Amo brother he was when he was young.
Yang Qianyu was dumbfounded, forgetting to resist or flatter him, she just let him reach in and put the hot water bottle away, then withdrew her hand and tucked the quilt away.
"Okay, go to sleep. I just came back from a business trip and I'm tired." He smiled at the woman and touched the top of her hair with one hand, just like he usually did when comforting his daughter.
Yang Qianyu continued to be shocked, her eyes even showing a bit of "shock".
Until the man leaned down and kissed her forehead gently with his thin lips, she trembled as if she was electrocuted and suddenly blurted out: "Are you Feng Moyan?"
"Heh..." the man laughed angrily and hit her forehead with a blast, "What do you think?"
Yang Qianyu felt a pain in her forehead. She was kissing her one second and enjoying her chestnuts the next. It was really... schizophrenic.
It is undoubtedly Feng Moyan himself!
But his behavior tonight was really weird.
Seeing her staring at him with her big eyes, as if she had been kicked in the head by a donkey, the man straightened up and covered her eyes with one hand.
"Don't stare at me like this, otherwise it won't be as simple as a kiss."
Yang Qianyu started making noises all over, slapped his hand away, spat "Rogue", then turned around with her back to him while holding the hot water bottle.
The man curled his lips, smiled silently, walked up to the sofa, and lay down straight.
In the past two days, I traveled to three places on business, and several of the company's projects were finally handled in the same way.
The forty-eight hours of separation allowed him to think about how to deal with the current mess.
Yang Caiyue is a cowhide plaster that cannot be thrown away, and if she is not sincere, she will definitely not be able to keep him.
After much thought and Gong Beize's advice, he decided to face his heart.
"If you can't let go of others, treat them well. Speak well and act well. Don't be venomous when you open your mouth and forcefully kiss them at every turn - women are actually soft-hearted. No matter how gentle you coax her, she will fall easily.
Already."
These are Miyabeizawa's original words.
So when he came back tonight, he tried hard to find himself more than ten years ago, not thinking about what happened in these years, just thinking that she was still the little girl who followed behind and shouted "Brother Amo".
But the result...
It doesn't seem to be effective.
In the silence, Feng Moyan turned over and lay on his side on the sofa, staring at the figure quietly in the darkness.
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The reason why Yang Caiyue has not come to the hospital these days is not because she has suddenly come to her senses and decided to let go, but because she is trying her best to find evidence.
She must prove that the vixen is Yang Qianyu.
However, after working hard for several days, I got nothing.
In the end, it was Feng Shiwen’s idea.
"If my brother has confirmed her identity, he will probably have evidence in his hands. You can find a way to look through my brother's desk, in the company, and in the study at home. There may be clues."
So, Yang Caiyue plucked up the courage to go to Yuyuan Villa first.
The servant said politely when she got out of the car: "Miss Caiyue, your husband is not at home. If you want to find him, you can go to the company or the hospital to see him."
Of course Yang Caiyue knew that Feng Moyan was not at home, otherwise how could she dare to come?
"Is Mo Yan really not here? He has been angry and refused to see me these days. I can't find him anywhere."
Yang Caiyue cried sadly and insisted on entering the villa, searching up and down, "Mo Yan... Mo Yan~ Mo Yan, I know I was wrong, please stop hiding from me..."
The servant explained again: "Miss Caiyue, your husband is really not at home."
"I don't care. If he's not here, I'll wait for him to come back!" Yang Caiyue crossed her arms arrogantly and sat down on the sofa.
The servant couldn't persuade her, so she had to go about her own business and let her wait quietly.
Yang Caiyue sat angrily, waiting for all the servants in the living room to go to work. She looked around, got up, went upstairs, and quietly entered the study.
After rummaging around, there were documents everywhere, and there was no suspicious evidence.
Yang Caiyue is very frustrated. Is she going to fall short again? Should she go to the company to try?
But the president’s office is harder to find...
While she was anxious and upset, she opened the last drawer of the desk. Just as she was about to put her hand in, her eyes suddenly dilated and her expression froze!
After a second's pause, she hurriedly took out the document and opened it, her heart felt like a heavy blow!
sky!
Their guess was correct, that vixen was indeed Yang Qianyu!
She is not dead, she is alive and well, and now she has changed her name and is back!
And Mo Yan already knew all this!
He definitely wants to get back together, no wonder he treats himself like this!
There was a sudden sound outside, and Yang Caiyue suddenly came to her senses. Before she could be shocked and angry, she quickly took out her mobile phone and took pictures of the documents one by one.
The evidence is solid, let’s see how she “hammers” that bitch to death!