Yang Qianyu looked in the rearview mirror from time to time while driving.
Not surprisingly, the priceless Cullinan followed her in a high-profile manner.
Not too close, not too far, just within her sight range.
This bastard...
She cursed bitterly in her heart, and when she saw the green light in front of her starting to count down, she suddenly changed lanes to overtake, and crossed the intersection in the last two seconds.
In the rearview mirror, the Cullinan stopped at the red light.
She smiled silently, feeling inexplicably happy.
Until we entered the community, we didn't find the car again.
Phew...finally get rid of it!
When I got home, the children rushed up happily.
"Mom, why did you get off work so early today?"
"Well, because mom misses you, she wants to come back soon."
"I miss my mother too, and even more, I miss my mother's cooking."
The youngest son has a loud mouth and is the best at coaxing others with sweet words.
Sister Zhou came out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Miss Ruan, I washed and cut all the vegetables as you told me."
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Sister Zhou. You can get off work."
"Okay, then I'll come over early tomorrow."
Sister Zhou is a local. If her employer does not require her to stay overnight, she will go home at night and come back early the next morning.
"Okay, you can play by yourself first, and mommy will prepare something delicious for you!"
Taking off her coat and rolling up her sleeves, Yang Qianyu dismissed the children and got into the kitchen to get busy.
Downstairs, Feng Moyan was waiting by the car, raised his wrist to look at the time, and frowned.
After waiting for another ten minutes, he saw a familiar vehicle approaching. He straightened up and walked to the side of the road.
"Dad!" Xixi got out of the car and rushed over happily.
The man lifted her up and held her in his arms.
Ah Quan then followed, "Mr. Feng."
"What took you so long?" Feng Moyan held his daughter in his arms and looked at the bodyguard and asked with a stern face.
Ah Quan felt aggrieved and said, "As soon as I received your call, I took Miss Xixi out. At this time of the evening rush hour, there are traffic jams everywhere."
"Okay, you can go back." The man said this, hugged his daughter, turned around and walked towards the door.
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In the living room, my younger brother was playing with a Lego train, and my older brother was busy doing something unknown in front of the computer. His handsome Zhou Zheng face looked a little serious.
The doorbell rang, and the two brothers raised their heads at the same time and looked at the door.
Then, they looked back at each other.
"What do you want me to do? Go and open the door." Xiaoyu lowered his head and continued to stare at the computer screen.
Xiao Zhou was dissatisfied with his brother, but in fact he was used to obeying his "orders", so he stuck his butt out, got up and opened the door.
But as soon as the door opened, the little guy was stunned.
Feng Moyan originally thought that this door was difficult to enter, so he brought his daughter in as a reinforcement.
Unexpectedly, the doorbell opened as soon as I pressed it.
When his eyes moved downward, he realized that it was his youngest son.
Let's just say, if it were that woman or the eldest son, he would definitely be gibbering for a long time.
"Xiao Zhou, dad brought his sister here for dinner, where is your mom?" The man looked at his son kindly and walked inside while talking.
Xiaozhou was stupid and consciously stepped aside, and at the same time replied: "Mom is cooking in the kitchen."
As soon as the two talked, Xiaoyu, who was playing with the computer in the living room, heard it and rushed out immediately.
Seeing the man entering the room, the little guy's face darkened: "What are you doing here!"
"Bring my sister here for dinner."
younger sister……
The two brothers looked at the little girl in the man's arms - they hadn't seen their sister for a long time, and they wondered if their sister was still angry with them.
"My sister can come to dinner, but you can't!"
"Then ask my sister if you want me to leave?"
Xixi immediately hugged the man's neck and shouted condescendingly to her brother: "Dad, don't leave! I'm going to eat with my parents. If you want to leave, you go!"
When Xiaoyu heard this, his face lost its brightness.
It seems that my sister is still angry with them.
In the kitchen, Yang Qianyu cooked the dishes quickly.
The range hood was too loud and the kitchen glass door was closed, so she didn't hear the doorbell ring.
Until her daughter's silver bell-like voice came faintly, she thought it was an auditory hallucination, so she put down the spatula and went to the door to take a look.
Unexpectedly, I saw a tall figure standing in the living room.
Feng Moyan?
Why did this bastard come into the house?
Her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly opened the door and went out. Before she could give the eviction order, the man turned around and came over, holding his daughter in his arms.
"Mom!" The little girl immediately jumped out of her father's arms and ran to her, "Mom, my father said your cooking is delicious. I'll help you with the meal."
Yang Qianyu had an apron tied around her waist and her hands were still stained with oil. Her daughter rushed towards her. She was happy and surprised. She wanted to hug her, but her arms were raised and then dropped.
"Okay, dinner will be ready soon. Mom has oily smoke on her body. You go and play with your brothers first."
Xixi stood in front of her mother, looked back at her brothers, her rosy face drooped again.
"I won't play with them...big liar..." the little girl muttered.
"Brother, they are always thinking of you."
"..." The little girl still pouted, her face full of reluctance.
Yang Qianyu was thinking about the food in the pot and had no time to look at it. She stood up, glared at the man, and hurried back to the kitchen.
Mr. Feng naturally accepted the dissatisfaction and anger of his ex-wife.
But so what?
Seeing that his son had taken the initiative to coax his sister, he raised his eyes to the kitchen, calmed his emotions, and walked forward.
As soon as the kitchen door opened, the roar of the range hood hit us.
What comes with it is the appetizing aroma of food.
The woman was wearing an apron, her hair was tied back with large clips, and a few strands fell from her ears, swaying slightly as she cooked.
This is definitely not a glamorous side of her, but in the eyes of a man, there is another charm that fascinates him.
The smoke of fireworks in the kitchen is the most wonderful thing about life.
He stared blankly, regretting once again that he had been such a foolish bastard and destroyed the beauty and happiness that originally belonged to him with his own hands.
"What are you doing here? I welcome Xixi to come for dinner, but I don't welcome you. If you still have the nerve, get out of here."
Yang Qianyu ignored him until the last dish was served, and then she coldly ordered him to leave.
After hearing this, Feng Moyan came back to his senses and continued walking in with his long legs.
"I'm hungry too." He looked at the woman's busy appearance almost greedily, as if he never knew her who was full of fireworks.
"You are the dignified president, where can you go and still not be able to fill your stomach?"
"But I just want to eat what you cook."
"I'm not your servant."
"That was not what I meant……"
Yang Qianyu suddenly became angry, "Then what do you mean? I really don't understand. Do you want what you can't get? Don't you feel embarrassed that you are so persistent in your pursuit? Without Yang Caiyue, you still have a daughter.
Celebrities, female celebrities, and other famous ladies and daughters don’t look down on them—as long as you, Feng Moyan, want it, what kind of woman doesn’t have it?”
Why keep holding on to her?
The man stared at her intently, waiting for her to finish her words, and then continued without hesitation: "I don't want anyone, I want you."
"..." Yang Qianyu was stopped by his words, her arrogance swelled and her throat tightened.
The two sides suddenly became quiet, only the range hood that was not turned off was still rumbling.
The two looked at each other, one with an angry look and the other with a pious and humble look.
After a while, Yang Qianyu couldn't stand his hypocritical infatuation, so she turned around and washed the pot bitterly.
Unexpectedly, the iron pot had just been taken off the stove and it was very hot. She screamed "ah" and shrank her hands away.
"What's wrong?" The man came quickly and hugged her from behind.