"Qianqian...have you forgiven me?" The man murmured in confusion.
Yang Qianyu's body trembled, her mind came back to her, she quickly pushed him away and straightened up.
Her mouth was still burning, but she couldn't care less.
Her heartbeat was out of whack, and her cheeks were as hot as fire. She stared at the man in panic, and then she realized that she had "let go" too obviously.
He could see through all my thoughts.
Feng Moyan looked at the confusion in her eyes, and gradually smiled at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to deny it, we have known each other for so many years, I can't be wrong about what you are thinking."
"Really? Then why did you see it wrong back then?" She was thin-skinned after all. Even if she was seen through, she would continue to pretend to be a paper tiger. In desperation, she mentioned the "pain" of that year.
The smile on Feng Moyan's mouth suddenly became frozen.
"Back then, I did—"
"Forget it, let's not talk about the past."
She also knew that it would be useless to mention everything that happened back then.
Now that we have decided to give each other another chance, we are bringing ourselves unhappiness by always settling old scores.
So before Feng Moyan could explain, she changed the subject calmly: "Did you go for a checkup today? What did the doctor say? Has your vision recovered permanently? What about the blood stasis in your brain? It has moved.
Or has it dissipated?”
Feng Moyan saw that she was throwing out a bunch of questions at once and was clearly talking about him. He smiled faintly and stared at her eagerly, "Let's not talk about this yet - you haven't answered my question yet."
Sure enough, her eyes wandered again, "What's the problem..."
"Have you forgiven me?" He stared at the woman steadily, not missing the slightest change on her face.
Yang Qianyu was secretly angry.
It’s so obvious, why ask?
Don’t you know how much face you can save for others?
What emotional intelligence!
"I don't know what you mean. If you don't answer, then I'll go find the doctor and ask, and throw away the trash." Yang Qianyu just didn't want to explain what she was saying, and she just didn't want to make him excited, so she pretended to be stupid and packed it up.
He turned around and went out.
Feng Moyan seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He looked away and pursed his lips. He didn't know whether he was still reminiscing about the kiss or because his mouth was so spicy that he felt uncomfortable.
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Yang Qianyu went out to throw away the trash and went to the doctor to find out about Feng Moyan's condition.
She finally felt relieved when she learned that the blood stasis on his head was gradually shrinking and should have been absorbed, and that the impact on his vision would be less and less in the future.
I didn't want to go back to the ward, so I went downstairs for a walk.
It's winter now and it's quite cold at night.
But the weather is nice, and when you look up, your eyes are full of stars.
Perhaps it was the vast clear sky that made people feel soothing, or maybe... the obsession that had been entangled in her heart for many years was finally let go. She sat on the wicker chair, looked at the starry sky, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.
Life is impermanent and events are unpredictable.
She really never thought that this ordinary life would lead to such ups and downs.
He almost became a murderer when he was young, got married inexplicably as an adult, was forced to divorce, then gave birth to three children in a dramatic way, and then faked his death and escaped...
I disappeared from my hometown city for more than four years and came back with another identity. I thought everything was a new beginning, but after a long journey, I returned to that person again.
I also experienced a plane crash and almost died. Now I am in charge of a company. Although I have to deal with many things every day, I can be fulfilled every day.
If you ask me, what else do you want for the rest of your life?
She just wanted her children to be safe and healthy, and An Yu was satisfied.
The phone rang and she came back to reality.
I took out my new phone and looked at it. I saw an unfamiliar number and frowned slightly.
Although Feng Moyan got her original mobile phone number back, she lost most of her address book and she couldn't recognize who it was just by looking at the number.
"Hello."
"Hello, is this Miss Yang?"
Miss Yang?
Yang Qianyu was stunned for a second. Her current identity is Ruan Qing.
Except for some old friends around her, they all call her Miss Ruan and Mr. Ruan.
"Who are you……"
"I'm Aya, the writer who wrote the novel. You contacted me before."
The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle, and Yang Qianyu suddenly remembered, "It's you? I remember...what do you want from me?"
"Uh... Well, I'm stuck. Can I ask you to have a chat?"
"Cavan?" She didn't understand. After all, we were not from the same circle, so she couldn't understand the professional terms at once.
"That's right, what Mr. Feng talked about with me before stopped when you returned to China. Originally, we made an appointment to meet again at a fixed time, but something happened to him later... I contacted his special assistant and said that he is now selective
Amnesia, I just can’t remember what happened in those few years.”
Yang Qianyu listened to her ramble and roughly understood what she wanted to do with him.
"I originally wanted to make up my own ideas, but I was afraid that one day Mr. Feng would recover his memory and find that what I wrote deviated from his original intention. That would be bad."
"So, you come to me and want me to continue telling you the next story?"
"Yes! Is it okay?" the cute girl asked excitedly and expectantly.
Yang Qianyu smiled and said, "Your novel has become popular. Have you made a lot of money?"
"Okay……"
"Then shouldn't you share some of your money with me?" She asked deliberately, not really wanting money.
I just think it’s a bit easy to make money.
Use other people's real experiences as a template, add your own ideas and descriptions, and then use appropriate imagination - you can actually achieve great success and make a small fortune.
The writer Aya didn't know her well and thought she really wanted a share of the pie. She hesitated and said, "How much do you want? When I signed the contract with Mr. Feng, I didn't mention this."
The implication is that a wealthy man like Mr. Feng doesn't care about her little money at all.
Although, given her family background and current reputation and status in the industry, she actually doesn't care too much.
Yang Qianyu understood the subtext of her words and smiled: "Do you think I am greedy for money?"
"That's not true...if you provide me with the direction of the follow-up story, I should pay you some compensation."
"No, you can come to my company tomorrow and we can meet and talk."
"So, you agreed?!" The other party was surprised.
"What, you hope I won't agree?"
"Of course not, it's just that you asked me to delete the article before. I thought you...ah, thank you for that! I'll go find you tomorrow!"
Before the call ended, the phone prompted another incoming call.
She took it and saw that the note was "Brother Amo"!
This guy is so funny!
"Sorry, I have a call coming in, hang up now -" After a brief greeting, she answered Feng Moyan's call, deliberately speaking in an indifferent tone, "What do you want to do again?"
"where have you been?"
"Look at the stars downstairs."
"Look at the stars?" Mr. Feng looked out the window on the hospital bed. Unfortunately, there was a lace curtain in front of the window, so he couldn't see any stars.
"You leave me alone in the ward and watch the stars by yourself?"
"So what? The stars are much prettier than you!"
He was too lazy to respond and directly ordered: "Come up!"
"No, I haven't spent time with the children properly since I came back. I plan to go back and spend time with them. I just asked the doctor. You are in stable condition now. There is no need to worry. The nurse is here to take care of you."