In the elevator, Gong Beize looked at his friend's face and endured it again and again, but still couldn't.
"Why did I persuade you just now? It took a lot of effort for someone to contact you, but you pushed back and didn't cherish the opportunity - now you regret it, right?"
"Can you shut your crow mouth?!"
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up!" Gong Beize nodded repeatedly and pursed his lips tightly.
Feng Moyan was indeed in a bad mood, and he even wanted to find Yang Qianyu immediately and ask about what happened back then.
But when I think about his coldness and alienation on the phone two hours ago, and his harsh words that we would never see each other again - this face cannot be pulled away no matter what.
Back in the car, Gong Beize raised the materials in his hand and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Have you considered giving it to the police?"
"Am I joking?"
"Okay. But if such a commotion occurs, Liang Xingfeng and her daughter will most likely go to jail. But for this kind of crime, it will probably take three to five years before they are released. By then, I'm afraid they won't let it go."
Liang Xingfeng and her daughter are both people who show their teeth and must retaliate.
Although they were responsible for this incident, they didn't think so, and they would definitely put all the blame on Feng Moyan.
I'm afraid this deep hatred will not be easily resolved.
Feng Moyan's mind at the moment was not on the mother and daughter at all, he was only thinking about all that happened in the past, and the grievance and helplessness that the woman felt when she was wrongly accused.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Gong Beize had a complicated and regretful expression on his face. He sighed helplessly: "If you feel uncomfortable, just go find him. At least, Xixi is here. How can you think of breaking up in two? Lower your head, surrender, and ask questions."
You should apologize for what happened back then, admit your mistakes, and maybe she will forgive you once her heart softens, and you can get back together again."
Feng Moyan remained silent.
But I knew very well in my heart that that woman was no longer what she used to be.
Nowadays, her heart is as solid as a rock, and she may not be able to turn back easily from what she has decided.
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Yang Qianyu mustered up the courage to make a call shamelessly, but was humiliated and hung up by Feng Moyan, and her mood hit rock bottom again.
At night, I lay in bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
The two little guys didn't go with Xiaoxiao tonight. They both slept beside her, rolling around and squeezing her territory into smaller and smaller areas.
Finally, she simply got up and got out of bed, put on her nightgown and sat on the sofa in front of the window, dazed.
The sweet and charming appearance of my daughter lingers in front of my eyes.
She took her mobile phone and looked at some photos she had taken intentionally or unintentionally when they were together. The more she looked at them, the more her heart ached. Unknowingly, her eyes became moist and tears fell.
"Mother……"
A weak voice came from behind her. She quickly wiped her tears and turned back with a smile: "Xiaoyu, why are you awake?"
The little guy licked his lips and looked to the side angrily, "My brother turned over and kicked me. It hurt so much."
As Xiaoyu said this, he moved his brother's chubby legs away from him.
Yang Qianyu smiled helplessly, quickly got up and pulled her youngest son out.
"Okay, you can go back to sleep." She coaxed the older one.
But Xiaoyu is so precocious and sensible, how could he not see what adults are thinking.
"Mom, do you think your sister can't sleep again?"
Yang Qianyu sat down by the bed and touched her son's head, "It's a bit... we have been separated for more than half a month. I don't know if she misses us or whether she has cried or not."
"Humph!" the little boy looked angrily, "That man is so hateful! Doesn't he feel sorry for his own daughter? Mom, why did you fall in love with him in the first place?"
Well--
Yang Qianyu looked at her son's expression of indignation and disdain, and was suddenly speechless.
"Well...actually, he was not like this a long time ago."
"Really? Was he very good before?"
Yang Qianyu turned her head, her face lost in memories, and nodded in a daze: "That's right... We had a good relationship at first, and he was also very good to me, but something happened later and we gradually became estranged."
"What happened?"
Looking at her son's curious and confused eyes, Yang Qianyu pinched his cheek gently and said, "Those things are too complicated and can't be explained in just a few words. Go to sleep."
Xiaoyu lay down and asked again with his big eyes: "Mom, do you like Kane?"
"You're a little kid, you don't know what you like or don't like."
"Of course I understand."
Yang Qianyu looked at her son seriously, "What about you? Do you want Kane to be your father?"
Xiaoyu said seriously: "We just hope he treats you well. Mom, it's too hard for you to take care of me and my brother by yourself. If you really don't plan to get back together with that person, find another good man to take care of you."
"
My son is undoubtedly a sweet little boy.
Yang Qianyu felt much comforted. She rubbed the top of her son's hair and nodded: "Okay, mom, think about it seriously."
In fact, these words were just to comfort the little guy.
Unexpectedly, the next day, Xiaoyu had a phone call with Kane in Switzerland and conveyed this idea.
When Kane heard this, he was naturally very excited. He immediately said that he would deal with the matter as soon as possible and come over to formally pursue his sweetheart.
On the other side, President Feng Da was also racking his brains to think of how to create a "chance encounter" with Yang Qianyu.
He originally wanted to use his daughter as a ploy, but firstly he didn't want to curse his own daughter, and secondly, he was afraid that his daughter's presence would make it inconvenient for them to talk.
Therefore, it is better to meet with the superior alone first and ask her clearly about these important matters, and then let her go to see her daughter.
In the evening, Feng Moyan did not go home after work. Instead, he drove around Yang Qianyu's studio.
He found out clearly that this woman hadn't gotten off work yet.
Yang Qianyu is in a meeting with several designers. New autumn products will be released soon. They need to shoot for magazines, find models, and hire spokespersons for publicity.
Originally, she did not need to do many of these things herself.
But she didn't want to have free time to miss her daughter and think about those messy things, so she had to fill her brain with work and busyness.
She was busy until after eight o'clock. Fisher sent her a WeChat message saying that the two naughty children were too noisy and asked her to take them back quickly. Then she packed up the documents and got ready to get off work.
As soon as I entered the elevator, my phone rang.
It was still Fisher-Price.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I've already gotten off work and am in the elevator. I'll be home in half an hour!" Thinking that her best friend was about to collapse, she quickly comforted her as soon as the call was connected.
But Fisher said: "Are you in the elevator? Then don't go to the underground garage first. Just go out to the lobby on the first floor and someone will pick you up."
"Someone picked me up?" Yang Qianyu was surprised, "Who?"
"Oh, you'll know when you get out!"
Fisher hung up the phone, and Yang Qianyu was confused.
The elevator reached the first floor, and she walked through the lobby with confusion.
For a moment, she even thought of Feng Moyan.
I wondered if this guy might have bribed his best friend to become a lobbyist, but this idea was quickly abandoned.
Those categorical and cruel words were still scarred in his heart. He didn't even answer his own phone calls, so how could he come to work as a driver?
Just after he finished laughing at himself, his eyes caught the familiar tall figure on the fountain square outside the door.