Yang Qianyu's heart beat faster, she adjusted secretly, then raised her bright and confident face and stepped into the threshold.
The lounge is very large, and there is a set of sofas with a strong sense of design in the spacious and bright room.
There was no one on the sofa.
Yang Qianyu was suspicious in her heart. She turned her eyes slightly and saw a slender and tall figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Her heartbeat suddenly trembled, she secretly clenched her fists, and continued to penetrate deeper with her high heels unhurriedly.
The tall figure turned around and saw that the man was wearing a well-tailored slim suit, with handsome and deep facial features, and he was more mature and cold than four years ago.
His eyes were fixed on the woman who came into the room, and he frowned slightly, wondering if he was frightened by the woman's makeup and dress.
Seeing him walking towards the sofa, with a playful smile on his sexy and thin lips, Yang Qianyu began to beat her heart again.
She had to pretend she didn't know anything, but she couldn't act too strange - after all, they had already met by chance.
She was in a state of confusion. Before she could figure out what attitude to use to start the conversation, the man's clean and handsome palm had already been stretched out: "Miss Ruan, we meet again."
Since she couldn't avoid it, Yang Qianyu pretended to suddenly realize, "It turns out to be you! What a coincidence!"
"It's a coincidence." Feng Moyan's smile became more and more meaningful, thinking to himself that this woman is addicted to acting. If she is still a designer, she might as well become an actress.
The two sat down, and Feng Moyan stared at the woman without hesitation. He slowly approached the sofa with his tall body, and said elegantly and lowly: "Although Miss Ruan looks very much like my ex-wife, she is much more beautiful and fashionable than my ex-wife."
When he said this, he stared at the white hair on the woman's head and the too avant-garde catwalk style clothes on her body, and frowned again.
Obviously, I don't like this ostentatious style.
Questions floated in Yang Qianyu's mind - was she ugly before?
Before she could answer, the man shook his head and said in a disgusting tone: "My ex-wife... is a bumpkin."
!!!
Yang Qianyu suddenly raised her eyes and almost choked out - you are the bumpkin! Your ancestors have been bumpkin for eighteen generations!
"My ex-wife still has body odor, Miss Ruan... shouldn't have it, right?"
What?
The foul language that the woman suppressed just now almost burst out from her tongue again!
When did she have body odor? With body odor, he could still hug her so tightly every day and sleep with her for three years.
This bastard! Yang Qianyu worked so hard to hold back his curses that he almost vomited blood!
Feng Moyan secretly observed the woman's reaction, with cunning hidden in his eyes.
Seeing that she could still bear it, he raised his voice slightly and looked helpless and aggrieved: "Besides, she has a bad temper, like a dominatrix."
Yang Qianyu couldn't bear it anymore, "Mr. Feng! Your ex-wife is no longer alive. It would be too immoral for you to slander her like this!"
"Slander? No, what I said is all true." The man's face was calm, and his deep and dark eyes looked at the opposite side, waiting for her to respond.
"..." Yang Qianyu was speechless again.
Even though she knew that this man was making nonsense and making slanderous remarks, she could not defend him with a single word.
Because she is not Yang Qianyu, she is just a stranger she has never met.
This bastard! He must have done it on purpose, it’s too much!
The room fell into silence and the atmosphere was awkward.
Wang Cheng, who was standing aside, listened to his boss spitting out sweet fragrance, and he also pursed his lips tightly, holding it in very hard.
——Mr. Feng, please leave some food for the giant pandas! You have taken away all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!
The suffocating silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, and a cheerful and gorgeous song echoed in the quiet space.
Listen carefully, it is Richard's simplified version of "Für Elise".
Feng Moyan listened happily for a while and said with great pride: "My daughter played this, how do you like it?"
Yang Qianyu was immersed in the tune, and was dumbfounded when she heard the words - this was actually played by Xixi? She is still so young, but she can play it so fluently and happily!
"She plays very well and is very talented." Yang Qianyu praised her from the bottom of her heart.
The man smiled lightly and continued: "My daughter has a very high IQ and learns everything very quickly. Unfortunately, she is not in good health... Next month, she will have a lung operation. If successful, she will
She can jump around and play happily like other children."
Speaking of his daughter, Feng Moyan exuded a kind of kindness and gentleness from his bones, and even his words were talkative.
Yang Qianyu listened almost greedily.
As long as it was related to her daughter, she couldn't bear to leave out a word.
"Yes, the operation will be successful!" Yang Qianyu couldn't help answering, with a somewhat excited tone, "She is so smart and cute, God will definitely take pity on her."
"Really?" The man raised his eyebrows lightly. Seeing that he seemed to have found a breakthrough, he continued to dig deeper quietly, "But I feel that God is too cruel to my daughter."
Yang Qianyu frowned.
"She was born prematurely, and her mother passed away right after she was born. When she came to me, she was only as big as two palms, breathless, and covered in bruises..."
These words brought back memories that Yang Qianyu had not wanted to touch over the years.
Countless nights, she woke up from her dreams, and what lingered in front of her eyes was the appearance of her daughter who had been born early.
It's even more pitiful and heartbreaking than what Feng Moyan described at this time.
"She lay in the incubator for more than two months. The doctor issued countless critical illness notifications. Her small and frail body was covered with tubes. She was fighting death every day. She was still so young, but she had already been treated several times.
I had surgery and had to take medicine every day..."
The man spoke unhurriedly, and at some point, his deep eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, and the corners of his eyes were dotted with scarlet.
Yang Qianyu was even more heartbroken, and her internal organs shrank together tremblingly.
"Do you think God is too cruel?" Feng Moyan stared at her reaction and asked again solemnly.
Yang Qianyu was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses. When she raised her eyes, her face suddenly felt cold, and a tear rolled down and hit the back of her hand.
She was so frightened that she hurriedly raised her hands to cover the tears, but she still could not avoid the man's sharp eyes.
"What's wrong with Miss Ruan?" The man frowned.
"Uh... I'm sorry, I heard Mr. Feng say this, and I feel so sorry for your beloved. I can't help but... laugh." Now that she had been discovered, Yang Qianyu simply pressed the corners of her eyes calmly, quickly adjusted her mood, and changed the subject.
, "Well, Mr. Feng, let's go back to the design draft. I have given you two first drafts before, and you are not satisfied with it. May I ask——"
But the man didn't give her a chance to escape and suddenly interrupted, "Is Miss Ruan married?"
Um?
Yang Qianyu was stunned and put her guard up: "Mr. Feng, this is a personal matter of mine and I have no comment."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He turned a deaf ear and continued talking to himself.
"..." Yang Qianyu was annoyed and couldn't help but reply, "Why, does Mr. Feng intend to solve my personal problem?"