Ha! Wang Cheng was frightened at the side - this woman is so brave!
Feng Moyan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, obviously he didn't expect this woman to dare to answer like this!
There was still a smile of unknown meaning in the corner of his mouth, and the man's eyes showed a cunning light, "If Feng really has this plan, will Miss Ruan dare?"
What's the meaning?
Yang Qianyu's heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him with even more sarcasm: "Mr. Feng, don't just rely on your rich money to tease me around like an old peacock with its tail spread open! Be careful of your hair being plucked out!"
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Pfft—Wang Cheng couldn’t hold it back anymore and burst out laughing.
However, when he noticed the boss's sharp and murderous eyes, he immediately stood up straight.
Feng Moyan withdrew his warning eyes and returned his gaze to the woman. Instead of getting angry, he smiled: "I was talking about a professional issue. Miss Ruan became angry because of shame. Why did she attack me personally?"
Yang Qianyu questioned, "Professional?"
"Miss Ruan submitted three drafts of the wedding suit that my fiancée wanted to order, but she couldn't be satisfied with it - it would be understandable if Miss Ruan was single."
The implication is that a single woman who lacks love cannot design a romantic and beautiful wedding series.
Yang Qianyu was not stupid, how could he not understand the sarcasm in these words.
"Haha - who told you that those who plan weddings must fall in love? Then those who make wreaths and shrouds must die themselves?"
Wang Cheng was so shocked that his face elongated.
This, this is definitely not Madam...
Madam is gentle and dignified, not so strong!
Sure enough, Feng Moyan's face tensed up, his aura became cold, and the temperature around him dropped several degrees.
The cheerful and melodious sound of the piano continued to surround my ears, miraculously calming the tense atmosphere in the room.
Feng Moyan quickly felt relieved and his expression softened, "We are strangers to each other. Why is Miss Ruan so hostile to me?"
Yang Qianyu was startled, and then she realized that she was indeed a bit radical, but she must not let him notice.
The man observed her expression and probed: "Could it be that...we know each other? Have I offended you?"
"Sorry, I just don't like people asking about my personal affairs." She immediately calmed down and returned to normal.
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the piano that surrounded his ears suddenly stopped.
Then, a pleasant little milky voice came: "Dad, I want to drink water."
Her heartbeat skipped a beat, and Yang Qianyu turned her eyes when she heard the sound, and saw a cute little figure emerging from behind a door - her eyes immediately couldn't be moved away.
When Feng Moyan saw his daughter, his handsome and cold face immediately overflowed with tenderness. He picked up the water glass and handed it to the little girl: "How are you? Are you tired?"
Feng Yuxi drank the water and panted while shaking her head: "I'm not tired. The teacher said I played well! Dad, did you hear that?"
"Well, daddy heard it, that's great!" The man rubbed his daughter's little head lovingly.
Feng Yuxi put down the water glass and turned around to jump on the sofa and sit down. When she turned around, her big eyes widened in surprise!
"Mom!" As soon as her butt touched the sofa, she jumped up again and ran towards Yang Qianyu.
Yang Qianyu's heart was suddenly filled with excitement, joy, nervousness and fear!
Feng Moyan didn't stop him.
He had promised to take his daughter out to find "Mama".
"Mom! Huh? Why is your hair white?" The little girl rushed to Yang Qianyu and crawled into her arms. Her little chubby hand, as white as jade, grabbed "Mama's" white hair and asked curiously.
road.
"..." Yang Qianyu was at a loss.
The daughter she had longed for had finally arrived in front of her, sitting in her arms!
She had only seen this scene in her dreams, but now, it really happened before her eyes!
The little girl has two fishbone braids on her head, her little tail is curled up, and there is a little flower tied at the end. She is so cute that it makes your heart melt.
Yang Qianyu stared blankly, her heartbeat continued to accelerate, and all the cells in her body jumped with excitement.
"Baby, auntie is not your mother." She responded softly, raising her hands involuntarily and gently touching the little girl's soft face and round head.
"Auntie, this isn't white hair, it's just a style. Does it look good?"
"It looks good! If it were longer, it would look like Princess Elsa in braids."
"Do you like Princess Elsa?"
"Uh-huh!"
Yang Qianyu blurted out, "Then auntie will dress up as Princess Elsa next time?"
"Is it okay?" Feng Yuxi was overjoyed. When her eyes widened, they were like a cat's eyes, shining brightly. She turned around and shouted, "Dad, Mom said she can be Princess Elsa!"
Feng Moyan raised his voice, "She is not Mom."
"Then let her be my mom!"
Feng Yuxi blurted out the childish words, leaving the two parties involved stunned.
When their eyes met, Yang Qianyu obviously did not dare to look directly, while Feng Moyan remained motionless, seemingly not rejecting this "ridiculous" proposal.
"Dad..." Seeing that the adults were indifferent, the little girl jumped off Yang Qianyu again, returned to her father's arms and began to act like a baby, "I like this Mommy so much! Just let her be my Mommy! Okay...
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Feng Moyan always had a handsome face and a smile, letting his daughter act like a spoiled brat.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room. Everyone looked and saw that the person who pushed the door open was Yang Caiyue!
"Mo Yan..." A voice that was so soft that it was cloying came, and the woman smiled earnestly and walked towards the man, "I came over with my friend to watch the piano, and the manager said you were accompanying Xixi in class. What a coincidence!"
The reality is that she bribed the maid at home and learned that Feng Moyan was going to meet the designer at the piano store in the afternoon, so she specially invited her friends to come over and watch the piano.
Feng Yuxi looked back, as if nothing happened, turned around and hugged the man's neck and continued to act coquettishly: "Dad, okay, I want that aunt to be my mommy! You agree quickly, agree now!"
Yang Caiyue was confused, "Xixi, what are you talking about? What the hell..."
Before she finished her question, her eyes caught sight of the woman sitting on the sofa on the other side. The rest of her words came to an abrupt end. Her pupils slowly dilated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body staggered back.
Yang Qianyu looked at her reaction and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
As the saying goes, if you don’t do bad things on weekdays, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night.
Could it be understood that Yang Caiyue's reaction meant that she had done too much and felt sorry for herself? So she was scared half to death at this time?
"Yang...Yang Qianyu——" Yang Caiyue turned pale and muttered hesitantly, her eyes falling and then raising, "You, you are not dead..."
Yang Qianyu really wanted to stand up and say: Yes! I let you down!
Unfortunately not.
She sat upright elegantly, nodded and smiled at the dull-looking Yang Caiyue: "Hello, I am Ruan Qing. You must be Mr. Feng's fiancée."
"Ruan...Ruan Qing——" Yang Caiyue gradually came back to her senses, her eyes became calmer, she looked at Yang Qianyu carefully again, and then relaxed, "It's not her, she looks like... but she is prettier.
If there are more, the temperament will be different..."