"Baby Xixi, let's take medicine." Yang Qianyu pretended not to hear, leaned closer, and gently coaxed.
Strange to say, the little girl who usually resists taking medicine was surprisingly obedient this time. Except for hiding a few times when taking Chinese patent medicine, the whole process went smoothly.
Feng Moyan saw that she was very proficient in taking care of her children, as if she was really an experienced old mother. His brows furrowed slightly, and he became suspicious again.
"Have you rehearsed this scene countless times in your mind?" Taking the bowl and spoon for feeding the medicine, the man tested it again.
Yang Qianyu had already responded well. She took out a tissue and gently wiped Xixi's mouth. She said softly: "Haven't you heard that women are born with motherhood? Besides, it's your daughter who is well-behaved, not me."
The man hummed and was about to say something when his cell phone rang.
He looked at the caller ID, frowned, and raised his hand to hang up.
But soon, the call came again.
He had no choice but to turn around and go out, answering the call: "Is something wrong?"
"Mo Yan..." Yang Caiyue's artificial tone came softly, and she asked with concern, "How is Xixi? Do you need me to accompany you? You didn't even rest last night, how can you stay up all night?"
"We are discharged from the hospital and go home, and there are people taking care of us."
"Discharged?" The other end was surprised, "So soon? Is Xixi okay?"
"Well, almost."
His attitude was already cold enough, but Yang Caiyue didn't mind at all, "It's only after eight o'clock, it's not too late. I'll go over and see Xixi."
"No, she's already asleep."
"Then... I want to see you, I miss you, Mo Yan... these days, you have been neglecting me..." Yang Caiyue started to complain again, her tone was soft and coquettish.
Feng Moyan's patience turned red, and his tone became even calmer: "Do you have to pester me about this when Xixi is sick?"
"I……"
"Since you called, I have something to ask you." The man suddenly interrupted her, remembering something important.
Yang Caiyue quickly asked: "What's going on?"
"Did you instruct those public accounts to publish the draft of the designer who was hacked on the Internet?"
"..." There was suddenly no sound on the other side of the phone.
"Caiyue, don't act recklessly just because you are kind to the Feng family." Feng Moyan's warning was very merciless, and he didn't even regard her as the Feng family's benefactor at all.
As soon as Yang Caiyue heard these words, there was a bang in her head. Sadness, grief, anger and anger all rushed into her heart.
"Mo Yan, I just told the truth, what's wrong? You came to warn me for that unrelated woman? You also said that you can tell who is who, but I see that your heart is already leaning towards that woman!"
Yang Caiyue, who was still coquettish a second ago, suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"I don't want to quarrel with you. I will let others handle this matter. Don't come to me during this period. Please reflect on it first."
"Mo Yan, you..."
The man didn't even want to say a word to defend and explain. He dropped a few words of punishment in a cold voice, ignored the attempts to stay, and cut off the line neatly.
Putting away his phone and turning around, he found Yang Qianyu standing behind him at some point.
The two people's eyes met, and the woman raised her finger and pointed: "Well... Xixi woke up after taking the medicine and said she was hungry. I thought I would go down and see if there was anything to eat."
Feng Moyan said: "I'll ask the kitchen to bring it up."
"Oh, okay..." Yang Qianyu turned around again and was about to enter the room, but when she thought of something, she turned back and said, "Mr. Feng, I have no intention of becoming an obstacle between you and Miss Yang. I hope you can explain it clearly and don't let it happen."
Miss Yang misunderstood."
The man looked at her.
The spotlight from the corridor ceiling was bright, but the bridge of his nose was too high and straight, casting a small shadow on one side of his handsome face, making that face even more charming and charming.
"She has misunderstood and cannot explain clearly. What should I do?"
A low voice came, causing Yang Qianyu to frown suddenly.
What's the meaning?
Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to care at all, but actually enjoyed the misunderstanding.
Her heartbeat was inexplicably panicked, and Yang Qianyu said with a cold face, "In this case, I can only leave immediately."
She turned around and was about to leave. When she was brushing shoulders with the man, her wrist was clamped by a strong and warm force.
As if being electrocuted, Yang Qianyu raised her hand and moved it away reflexively, turning her body slightly and hitting the wall, staring at him in horror.
Feng Moyan turned around and saw her reaction. He suddenly felt very interesting. The smile on his lips became even wider and he took a step forward unhurriedly.
The woman suddenly became more nervous, and her shoulders were stretched back against the wall.
"Mr. Feng, what do you mean?"
"Miss Ruan, your frightened little rabbit looks just like my late wife."
"..." Yang Qianyu exploded in her heart.
This bastard! He really doesn’t forget to test him all the time!
"How about Miss Ruan make an offer, how much...can you stay?"
Intuition told Feng Moyan that his judgment was correct. Although there is no conclusive evidence now, this woman is Yang Qianyu who said she died of postpartum hemorrhage four years ago!
She came back obviously for her daughter.
But, why didn't you admit your identity? Why did you fake your own death? Why did you abandon your daughter?
There were too many doubts in his heart that could not be solved, so he thought of keeping her - the days were long and he had plenty of time to analyze them slowly.
When Yang Qianyu heard this, her bright eyes widened even more, and then her beautiful eyes overflowed with strong anger after being humiliated!
"Mr. Feng, I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person like you!"
She was so angry that she began to speak without restraint, "You are eating the food in the bowl and looking at the food in the pot. Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"
"I'm afraid Miss Ruan has misunderstood. I asked you to stay as my daughter's mother, not as my woman - of course, if you want to climb into my bed, I won't refuse."
"After all, Miss Ruan is young and promising, talented and beautiful, and she still carries the shadow of my ex-wife..." He spoke slowly and slowly, while picking up the woman's black and silky hair, twisting it around his fingers, and playing with it.
Yang Qianyu's eyes widened again, looking at his joking eyes, she suddenly gritted her teeth secretly, quickly raised her knees, and pushed hard towards his lower abdomen!
"Well--"
With a muffled groan, the man's handsome skin suddenly changed color, his facial features scrunched up, and he took two steps back in embarrassment.
"Mr. Feng, you have to pay a price for flirting everywhere. Don't think that all women are like you!"
Yang Qianyu was really angry to the extreme.
Why didn't she think that Feng Moyan was a particularly sentimental and greasy man before? Where was the clean, bright and sunny young man who looked like an immortal?
After saying these words, she turned around and was about to leave, but the man endured the pain and suddenly straightened up, pulled her back again, and threw her heavily against the wall.
"Are you done yet?" The woman was completely angry.
Feng Moyan's face turned red and his whole body was full of anger.
His broad and strong palms clasped her shoulders, his eyes were slightly narrowed and deep, and his cold handsome face suddenly came closer, and his thin lips almost touched hers.
Yang Qianyu was so scared that she didn't dare to move.