Seeing Aunt Rong leave, Yang Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the disassembled four-piece suit to the laundry room and threw it into the washing machine.
Really...
Feeling dizzy, she stood next to the washing machine and looked at the sheets tumbling inside, but in her mind was the chaotic scene between the two of them last night...
OMG!
She covered her face, wondering how she, who had been calm and rational for several years, could become so... shameless.
Someone's voice came from downstairs, calling her to eat.
She came back to her senses, took a deep breath to calm down her chaotic mood, and then pretended that nothing had happened and went downstairs to have breakfast.
When Feng Moyan saw her coming, his eyes were heavy and his face was calm.
But only he knew what was going on in his mind at this moment.
Last night... could be called the most satisfying and enjoyable night for him in the past five or six years.
The only fly in the ointment is that his ruined body is too useless and he doesn't know when he will get better.
The two sat down without speaking for a while, and the atmosphere at the table was very strange.
After a while, Feng Moyan looked at her, gently pushed a basket of buns in front of her, and whispered: "Eat more...Thank you for your hard work..."
"Pfft..." Yang Qianyu was drinking porridge with her head down. When she heard this, a mouthful of rice porridge spurted out and spread all over the table.
So embarrassing!
She hurriedly took out the tissue, wiped her mouth, wiped her face and wiped the table, but in a hurry, she knocked over the soy milk in front of her again.
sky--
Even more confused.
Seeing that she was so embarrassed that she was about to get out of the table, Feng Moyan quickly took out a tissue and handed it to her to help clean up. At the same time, he explained: "I...I'm not talking about last night, I'm talking about you working too hard these days. Look,
Just lose some weight, eat more, gain weight..."
"Stop talking!" What does it mean that the picture is getting darker and darker? Yang Qianyu felt that his ears were bleeding and his face was burning with oil, so she blocked him angrily.
Feng Moyan realized that this "misunderstanding" could not be explained clearly, and his face turned red for a moment, and his mouth went dry.
Just when the atmosphere at the dinner table was ambiguous and deadlocked, funny and amusing, a person came from the hall and shouted: "Hey, it's a coincidence that I came here! I happened to not have breakfast."
Before he finished speaking, someone had already come closer, and he saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them. He looked around and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Did you have a quarrel?"
Feng Moyan glanced angrily, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
Gong Beize pulled up his chair and sat down. He raised his head and looked around, "Where are your servants? Where's Aunt Rong? Why are they all gone? Didn't anyone bring me a set of bowls and chopsticks?"
He raised his voice at the last sentence.
With this roar, Aunt Rong hurried over from the back garden and said with a smile: "Master Gong is here, I will get you the tableware right away."
Miyabeizawa sat back with satisfaction, looked at his friend in the wheelchair and said rudely: "Do you think I care about your breakfast? I come here to see you show affection and act like a light bulb! Can you affect my appetite?"
"No one asked you to come."
"Forget it, I won't argue with you!" Gong Beize came here because he had something serious to do. He hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of breakfast before looking up at Feng Moyan and sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to this mess like you.
Living."
Yang Qianyu was originally so embarrassed that she didn't even raise her head, fearing that Gong Beize would find out and be embarrassed to sit on the table - but when she heard this, she instinctively raised her eyes and looked over.
Feng Moyan's face also changed slightly, "What do you mean?"
"You haven't heard yet?" Gong Beize put down his bowl and chopsticks and was not in the mood to eat. "Fengyun Group is your Feng family's property after all. You have been absent from work for several months. I am fully responsible for all matters, big and small. Those emperors in the company
Relatives and relatives, the opinions are getting louder and louder."
"I know a little about this, but those people are not dissatisfied with you. When I was here, they were also against me."
To put it bluntly, they were just not convinced that the old man had directly handed over the management of the company to him.
"But after all, you are justified, and I...Feng Yun has recently had some projects that are in competition with our Gong family's business. They are worried that my position is unstable, secretly plotting against me, and they are extremely distrustful of me - so, if you are in good health,
OK, let’s go back as soon as possible.”
Yang Qianyu looked at Feng Moyan and said with worry, "I'll go to the hospital for a checkup later and see what the doctor says."
"Are you going to the hospital soon?" Gong Beize asked curiously.
"Well, he suddenly had a splitting headache last night and remembered what happened in the past. He went to check it out today." Yang Qianyu explained.
"Has your memory recovered?!" Gong Beize was surprised and asked, "Do you remember everything about your marriage and divorce?"
"..." Feng Moyan's face darkened, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him - he really didn't want to pick up the pot.
Mr. Gong laughed happily, "I came at the right time! It seems that there is no serious problem with your body. Go back to work quickly. I'd better give you a shot."
Yang Qianyu looked at him and said, "Mr. Gong, even if he goes back, he can't work too hard. He can't work only a few hours a day, and he still has to rely on you to take the lead."
"Hey, are you feeling distressed now? Are you talking about him both inside and outside?"
"..."
"Tsk, tsk, no wonder some people don't want to go to work. This gentle country is full of ecstasy. I'm afraid it's happier than the gods, right?"
"Are you done yet?" Feng Moyan said bluntly, glancing at the woman beside him, and both of them blushed at the same time.
Gong Beize was so shrewd. He glanced left and right, and his smile became more ambiguous, "It seems... the relationship between you two has improved by leaps and bounds! It's really unfair. Why can I work so hard while you are so happy? I don't care, you."
Hurry back to the company and take charge, otherwise I will give up my job, since it is not my career anyway."
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At the hospital, Feng Moyan was taken by the nurse for a comprehensive examination.
Yang Qianyu's cell phone kept ringing, it was all about company matters.
However, after being "absent from work" for half a day, there were so many fatal blows. I couldn't imagine how busy Gong Beize would be if Feng Moyan hadn't been to the company for several months.
More than an hour later, Feng Moyan came back in a wheelchair, and she quickly put the thread away and went forward.
"How are you? Are you tired?"
"fine."
The two looked at each other, and Yang Qianyu walked up behind him consciously, helped him push the wheelchair, and entered the attending doctor's office.
"Mr. Feng's injury has recovered well, and he can just continue to care for himself. As for memory recovery, I have said before that selective amnesia may be more of a psychological obstacle. It is the patient's unwillingness to face that memory, and subconsciously
It is suppressed, resulting in temporary or permanent amnesia."
"But now that his memory has been restored, your relationship should have stabilized, the obstacles in his heart have been lifted, those shadows have been broken, and things will naturally return to normal."
Feelings stabilizing?
After hearing this, Yang Qianyu blushed again inexplicably.
Could it be that on the way back yesterday, he was feeling numb all the way, and his psychological shadow disappeared?