Yang Qianyu sat up and put a hand on her chest. She felt uneasy and her face didn't turn around for a while.
"What's wrong? Did you dream of a plane crash again? I asked Gong Beize to contact a psychiatrist, or ask her to come over and give you some psychological counseling?"
The woman shook her head in a daze, "I didn't dream about the plane crash, I dreamed about the children... They kept calling for mother, as if they were in danger."
Feng Moyan held her hand again, "At this time, it is already late at night in the country. They are all dreaming. How could they be in danger? You are still too nervous and are shrouded in the shadow of the plane crash, so you are thinking wildly."
"hope so……"
The room was quiet. After Yang Qianyu's thoughts were clear, her eyes turned to him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Can you... still be able to hold on? Your injury has not healed, and you are going through so much..."
Feng Moyan looked at her, and when he smiled lightly, the smile on his lips made people shudder to the bone, "Your words of concern are worth it to me."
"..." Yang Qianyu was embarrassed by him and lowered her eyes.
"You must be hungry. I'll ask Wang Cheng to send you food. You can get up, eat, take a bath, put on clean clothes and then go to bed."
When they returned to the hotel in the afternoon, they video chatted with the children. Yang Qianyu was so sleepy that she felt dizzy and fell down to sleep.
She was still wearing the same clothes from before.
At this moment, there were clean clothes on the pillow. It looked like they were sent by the hotel boutique, including underwear.
She glanced, her cheeks red and hot.
The two have not talked about their past in detail since they met, but they are already the closest people to each other. If she denies their relationship again, it would appear to be hypocrisy and pretentiousness, and Feng Moyan will definitely not allow it.
Distraught, she sighed quietly...
That’s it, let’s just let nature take its course.
After Feng Moyan finished the phone call, he saw her lowering her head and frowning, and immediately became nervous again: "What's wrong, you have a headache?"
"Well..." She nodded first, then suddenly realized that this "headache" was not that "headache", so she quickly shook her head, "No."
"Is it there or not?"
"No……"
"Come closer." The man suddenly ordered.
"What?"
"I'll let you come over." He was sitting in a wheelchair and couldn't reach her forehead, so he could only ask her to come over.
Yang Qianyu didn't know why, but she followed his instructions and leaned forward.
The man's hand came up to feel her body temperature: "Fortunately... I don't have a fever. I guess it's still a psychological shadow. Let's talk to the psychiatrist after dinner."
After hearing that he arranged everything in order, Yang Qianyu suddenly stared at him with confusion.
The man smiled slightly, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Has your memory also recovered?" she asked suddenly.
"No." Mr. Feng shook his head, "I also want to remember that although those years were when I was a bastard, since it was my fault, I should take responsibility. I didn't want to escape."
Yang Qianyu stared at her, seemingly suspicious.
"Qianqian..." His face calmed down a little, serious and affectionate, "I won't lie to you. If I remember the past, I will tell you as soon as possible."
"Why do you want to hide it from me when your eyes regain sight?"
this--
Mr. Feng suddenly looked guilty.
I thought this matter was over, but I didn't expect that she would still have to settle the score later.
"On what day did you regain your sight?"
Under her oppressive gaze, Mr. Feng did not dare to tell any lies and said truthfully: "That was the day...you helped me up, I fell, and my head hit the cabinet..."
"So early?!" Yang Qianyu was startled and looked at his forehead. The bruised area had healed and the blood scab had fallen off.
"You could see it then?"
"No... I felt the light dimly at that time. I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure. I was afraid that if it returned to the original state later, it would be a wasted joy."
He looked cautious, fearing that the woman would be angry again.
Yang Qianyu glanced at him and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, it's fine, but you'd better go check it out, don't accidentally fall down and become blind again."
"..." Mr. Feng touched the bridge of his nose, lowered his head and raised his eyes, "You can't say anything nice."
"..."
Wang Cheng quickly brought food. Yang Qianyu got up and washed her face. She sat down and looked at the table full of food. Then she felt hungry and her taste buds were wide open.
Feng Moyan's eyes were healed, so naturally he no longer needed to be fed. Sitting quietly with her was a quiet atmosphere that he had not seen for a long time.
"By the way, where is your cell phone? I'll give Fei Fei a call."
Feng Moyan handed over her mobile phone. She glanced at the picture on the screen saver and glanced at him, "Do you still have a habit of taking secret photos?"
"Why was it a secret photo? I took it openly!"
The screensaver is naturally a photo of Yang Qianyu, taken by someone when she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was doing.
Although half of her face is blocked by hair, the other half of her face is still stunning, with curled eyelashes, a tall and delicate nose, and fair and smooth skin.
Seeing as how beautifully he photographed himself, he didn't bother to worry about anything else.
I called Fei Fei.
When she learned that Xiaoxiao had woken up and they had eaten dinner, they were watching TV shows, chatting and eating snacks, which made her envious.
"What is there to envy? Aren't you happier than us when you have a man with you?" Fisher spoke directly, teasing and teasing.
"There is nothing good about men, but of course they are not as good as sisters." She replied in a moderate tone, and she didn't know if she meant to tell someone.
But someone did raise his eyes and glanced at her, seemingly dissatisfied, but did not say a word.
"You are ignorant when you say this. From your accident to now, I have witnessed his reaction all the time. To be honest, if a man treats me like this, I will have no regrets in my life."
"Okay, I think you got the benefit." Otherwise, why would you be trying to win his favor with every word?
After hanging up the phone and putting the phone back next to him, Yang Qianyu ate in silence.
Feng Moyan looked at her several times, but stopped talking.
He didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything either, and they just finished their meal quietly.
"Well...I'm going to take a shower. You should go to bed early."
They lived in a suite, and in addition to this bedroom, there was another room.
Yang Qianyu had not yet adapted to sharing the same bed with him so quickly, so she took her clothes and went into the bathroom, "expelling the guest" in a low and awkward voice.
Feng Moyan turned around in his wheelchair, but before he could respond, the bathroom door was already closed.
He stared at the frosted door panel, wondering what he was thinking in his mind. His deep eyes were darkened for a while, and his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably.
He knew clearly that she was chasing people away, but he just refused to leave.
He waited for too long and finally waited for the moment when the ice melted.
He had too many things to do and too many things to say. If he was asked to go out at this time, he would be unable to sleep again.