Chapter 282 Oh, Feng San-year-old is acting like a spoiled child!
Yang Qianyu laughed and snorted coldly, "You are so shameless, you can say these things! The body is yours, if you want to die, there is nothing I can do!"
He said piously and seriously: "You have a solution - you are here to help."
"..." Yang Qianyu turned her head helplessly, dumbfounded.
Although my brain is not good, it does not affect my speaking of earthy love words.
"Qianqian..." He began to act coquettishly again, dragging his voice, and there was a feeling that he would not let go until he achieved his goal.
"Feng Moyan, don't push yourself too far. Don't think that just because I treat you better now, you think I forgive you."
"You don't have to forgive me, but it doesn't affect your ability to live here." He continued with a serious look on his face, "Don't you like to scold me? If you come here, you can scold me every day. If you can't, you can also hit me. I can't fight back anyway."
"..." Yang Qianyu is really speechless!
With his change in temperament, is he definitely still the arrogant and powerful CEO of Fengyun Group?
Just like a child!
"Okay, stop making trouble, my decision will not be changed so easily."
"Qianqian...you——"
"Why are you so fast? I thought I could catch you on the road, but I ended up chasing you at home." Before Mr. Feng finished being coquettish, Gong Beize's familiar voice came from behind.
His face was stunned, obviously dissatisfied.
Gong Beize walked in and saw the awkward look between the two of them. He also saw one person holding the other person's hand tightly, like a child pestering his mother for sweets. He immediately burst into laughter: "Hey~ Feng
Where is the CEO acting coquettishly? Am I unlucky?"
President Feng Da was not polite, "Why did you come even after I knew you were here?"
"Hey... you!" Yang Qianyu slapped his hand away, quite dissatisfied with his attitude towards others, looked at Gong Beize and smiled, "Ignore him, he is getting weird every day."
Gong Beize said: "I've known him for more than a day or two, but it's hard for you. I'll never be able to keep up with him for the rest of my life."
"Who has been with him all his life..." Yang Qianyu muttered and immediately changed the subject, "Didn't you say you were bringing a gift? What gift?"
Gong Beize turned around, and outside the door, Wang Cheng pushed a wheelchair in, "Well...that's it. I spent a lot of money to customize it specially for Mr. Feng Sansui - how about it?"
Feng Moyan frowned, "What are you talking about, Feng Sansui? If you keep talking nonsense, get out."
"Oh, you can't look in the mirror now, otherwise you would be able to see what you look like - three years old at most, not a day longer."
Yang Qianyu stood aside, covering her mouth with one hand and laughing secretly.
This description is really apt. Someone is indeed almost like a three-year-old child now.
Sometimes even worse than a three-year-old child.
Feng Sansui, this nickname is perfect.
But Feng Moyan was dissatisfied, he was at least five times as old as three years old, okay?
However, when he heard that the woman beside him seemed to be laughing, he looked over blankly, and his tone was a bit colder: "You also think I'm naive?"
Yang Qianyu put down her hand and said seriously: "What if that's not the case? Do you think your current words and deeds are related to the word 'maturity'?"
"..." Mr. Feng was probably angry. He pursed his thin lips slightly and remained silent with a cold face.
Wang Cheng pushed the wheelchair into the room and stopped, "Mr. Feng, madam, this smart electric wheelchair was customized according to Mr. Feng's height and hand habits at the request of Mr. Gong. It conforms to ergonomic principles and can be used for sitting for a longer period of time."
You won’t feel uncomfortable, and there are magnetic massage functions for the waist and legs, and the angle of the chair back can be adjusted at will - do you want to try the effect? If you are not satisfied with any function, the designer can still improve it.”
"Young Master Gong, you are really thoughtful!" Yang Qianyu felt very satisfied just by listening to Wang Cheng's explanation, so she praised him without hesitation.
Turning to look at the man with a cold face, she asked excitedly: "Would you like to try it? It will definitely be more comfortable than your current wheelchair."
The wheelchair he is currently sitting in is an ordinary wheelchair equipped in the hospital. It is quite heavy to push. That one is smart...
"Didn't I tell you not to smile like a morning glory?"
"What?" Yang Qianyu didn't understand at first, "What morning glory?"
Before she could finish her question, she suddenly realized when she saw Gong Beize and Wang Cheng's expressions of speechless and contemptuous expressions.
The woman was angry, "Is there something wrong with your mind? We are talking about business!"
He still looked mad and cold, "I know, put down the wheelchair, thank you."
this--
Yang Qianyu looked at the two people, so embarrassed that she wanted to run away.
He wasn't so jealous a few days ago, what happened these past two days?
Just because his attitude toward her improved and he felt that there was "hope" between the two of them again, he restrained her?
After Feng Moyan said that, he felt cold, but he didn't feel that he was wrong at all. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side: "What's wrong, you still want me to let you eat?"
It means - it's time to get out.
After all, Wang Cheng was a subordinate, not so bold or shameless. He was about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, Gong Beize grabbed him and looked at his friend in the wheelchair with a smile: "Okay! Since you have this heart,
Then we won’t be polite.”
"Pfft..." Yang Qianyu couldn't hold it back and immediately turned her anger into a smile.
But Feng Moyan in the wheelchair had a wonderful expression on his face, "Gong Beize, you..."
"I just have something to tell you about the company. You were in the hospital before, so I sympathized with your frail health and didn't come to see you. Now that you've been discharged from the hospital, you seem to be in good spirits and can even quarrel with others, so we can just talk about business.
Bar."
After saying that, Young Master Gong walked towards the living room comfortably and said hello: "Aunt Rong, I'm thirsty. I'll make some of your master's good tea to drink. He can't drink tea now anyway, so don't waste it."
Wang Cheng followed Gong Beize, a little trembling, but he couldn't help laughing.
"Mr. Gong, do you really want to stay for dinner?"
"Yes, it's been a long time since I tasted the cooking skills of Yuyuan's chefs, and I really miss them."
Wang Cheng: "..."
On one side of the living room, Feng Moyan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned his eyes to find where the woman was standing, with an unhappy face: "Were they so shameless before?"
Yang Qianyu said lazily: "Yes, birds of a feather flock together, aren't you quite shameless?"
"..." Someone said harshly, "How can I?"
Hehe, I was scolded for being shameless just now, but I turned away and forgot about it. I really don’t deserve to be shameless.
Originally, Feng Moyan was going to go back to the bedroom and lie down to rest.
But Gong Beize came with Wang Cheng and had to rely on food, so he refused to go back to his room no matter what.
——He must never leave his woman alone with a man.
Fortunately, that smart wheelchair is really easy to use.
After several men helped him change his "mount", he was able to lie down comfortably and stay in the hall to feel the bustling crowd - someone's paralyzed face finally softened a little.
Gong Beizawa really discussed business with him.
Strangely enough, he obviously doesn't remember what happened in the past few years, but when it comes to the company's projects and the current difficulties he's encountering, he can still talk about them.
Yang Qianyu's eyes widened in surprise, "Feng Moyan, are you pretending to be stupid? Isn't it selective amnesia? How come you remember everything about the company so clearly?"
Feng Moyan was stunned by her question, with a look of confusion on his face, "I...I don't know. When Aze mentioned it, I said it naturally, as if these things...are not far away from me."
Gong Beize understood and joked: "It's really selective forgetting! Just selectively forget those bastard things you did, but you remember the rest."
Yang Qianyu's face was full of doubts and she kept staring at him, wondering if he was pretending on purpose - she just wanted to forget the mistakes she had made and beg her to do it again.