Feng Moyan knew that she was still feeling uncomfortable today, and seeing her cold face and sarcastic tone, he became even more convinced.
Jun Lian smiled slightly. He didn't mind the woman's attitude. Instead, he said aggrievedly: "I sent you so many WeChat messages, but you never replied. I was afraid you would be angry."
"I was shopping, and I couldn't spare a lot of stuff, so I didn't reply."
"Excuse, you are just angry."
"You're thinking too much, really."
There is no need to insist on this question. Feng Moyan shifted his gaze and looked at the shopping bags piled on the coffee table and sofa. He was looking for something to say, "You bought so many things?"
"..." The woman ignored her and just packed up her children's clothes as much as possible.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Feng Moyan didn't care. He moved the wheelchair further and reached for the packaging bags.
Look inside one by one.
Yang Qianyu glanced at him, "What are you doing?"
The man frowned, "I bought so much, and it's all for you and the children?"
"What if?"
"At least you should give me one." Mr. Feng's tone was very humble.
The woman looked at him with a smile, "You are sitting in a wheelchair, but you still have to dress carefully?"
Someone said confidently: "It's miserable enough for me to be in a wheelchair, shouldn't I dress nicer?"
Yang Qianyu's voice grew louder when she heard his anxious tone, and couldn't help but smile.
"You're an old man, and you still have to dress nicer! What do you want to do with nicer clothes? Or do you want to be an old peacock with its tail spread out, flirting with people everywhere?"
Her tone was coquettish, and she glanced back a few times while teasing.
She didn't think anything of that look, but in Feng Moyan's eyes, it was so alluring.
It made him lose all his soul.
"I dress nicer just to show you... I can't even handle one of you, so why bother trying to seduce you?" He stared blankly at the woman's bright and delicate side face, his mind filled with thoughts of scenes inappropriate for children, and his voice was confused.
Somewhat floating.
Yang Qianyu cursed "rascal", but took out a brocade box from a packaging bag, turned around and threw it to him: "Here, it's for you."
The box was thrown into his arms and hit him right on the abdomen.
Feng Moyan was suddenly shocked, woke up from his intoxication, touched his belly that was hit, and picked up the brocade box in surprise: "Does it belong to me?"
With a happy smile on his face, he opened the brocade box and saw that it was a tie.
The color is very low-key, but the dark patterns are very high-end, which is in line with his status and taste.
"It's light on etiquette but heavy on affection. I'll wear it tomorrow."
Compared to the abundant trophies she and her children had, this mere tie was indeed nothing.
But she has this kind of heart. It is very rare that she can think of buying him a gift when she is angry with him.
Yang Qianyu muttered: "If Fisher hadn't pulled me in, I wouldn't want to buy it for you."
Fisher said, you bought so much in one night, all for yourself and your children, and your Mr. Feng doesn’t have a single hair. Isn’t it too much?
So Fei dragged her into a luxury men's clothing store.
After many choices, she just felt unconvinced and chose a tie.
"Your bestie is pretty good, everyone knows."
"What do you mean? You are calling me stupid in a roundabout way?"
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
Mr. Feng is particularly humble tonight.
Yang Qianyu packed up her clothes neatly and placed the children's bags in front of him, "Here, just in time for you to take them back."
He glanced at it with a slightly startled look on his face, "What about you?"
"I told you not to go there tonight."
"I came here specially to pick you up, but you still won't come?"
"It's so late, I'm so tired, I don't want to bother."
This is also true.
She hadn't gone shopping for a long time, and she was very excited when she was shopping. After shopping, she felt that her legs hurt and her feet were soft. Now she just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep.
But Feng Moyan had already come, how could he return empty-handed?
If she doesn't go over, then he might as well...
Looking around the living room and then upstairs, he asked doubtfully: "I remember... you have an aunt here."
"Yeah, but I went back the day before yesterday, so I should come back tomorrow."
So, tonight they are alone, a man and a woman, in a world of two?
The man's eyes rolled, a low-key but evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said seriously: "I have been busy all day, and I am very tired. I don't want to bother anymore."
Yang Qianyu looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"Such a big house, it's too deserted for you to live alone. I'll stay with you."
"..." The woman stared at him with an unhappy look on her face.
He turned a blind eye and looked around the room before turning his wheelchair and leaving the sofa.
He looked at her with an expression of disdain and disdain.
Yang Qianyu looked at him like a king on patrol, turned to look at him, and said in a high tone: "Feng Moyan, go back quickly, the children are alone at home."
"I can't go back. Ah Quan has left. Children, don't worry. Aunt Rong and Ah Quan, as well as so many bodyguards and servants, will be fine."
After he finished speaking, he saw that the woman's face was obviously displeased. He stopped again and said seriously: "When I have a good sleep and feel better, I will ask Ah Quan to pick me up at six o'clock tomorrow morning. I will go back and send the children to school."
Yang Qianyu: "..."
Knowing that this guy was shameless, she made up her mind not to leave when he came, so she didn't waste any more words.
When she turned to go upstairs, she gloated: "Then you can sleep on the sofa downstairs!"
Sleeping on the sofa?
Feng Moyan was shocked.
Doesn't this villa even have an indoor elevator?
He subconsciously looked around and searched, and fortunately, he found an indoor elevator on the side of the stairs.
only……
Why does it seem to be bad?
After studying for a while, he almost understood that the elevator should have been in a locked state since it had not been used for a long time.
Thinking of the owner of this villa, he took out his cell phone and called directly regardless of what time it was.
Gong Beize answered the call, "Why are you calling so late?"
Mr. Feng said lazily: "During your years in Fengyun, I didn't treat you harshly, right? The house was decorated like a slum."
"House decoration?" Gong Beize was confused after hearing this. He took a few seconds to react and asked in surprise, "You went to see Qianyu?"
He said nothing.
The next second, Young Master Gong came back with a rude retort: "You care about me! I just love that style, don't you?"
Mr. Feng: "If you have old-fashioned taste, you have to admit it. It's boring to be tough-minded."
"Ha! What are you like yourself, you have the nerve to tell me? You think the decoration of my house is tasteless and low-grade, and you have wronged the mother of your child, right? Then you should be more capable and get people back to your own territory!
"
Feng Moyan has a habit of being venomous, especially when talking to his good brothers, he is full of firepower.
Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the ditch this time.
However, Mr. Feng's fighting ability should not be underestimated. He was stunned for a second and immediately found a new groove: "I'm just going to say a few words to you, why do you look like you have been shot? I know that you are still single at your age, and you are covered in
There is nowhere to vent your anger, so I suggest you go to the blind date market."
Taunting him for being single and unable to find a girlfriend!
After hearing this, Gong Beize laughed angrily, "Do you understand that I just enjoy being single? I don't even bother to talk to you. You are so old, you have three children, you almost lost your life, and your legs are broken. It's so hard.
I still can't get a woman, but you still come to her place to show your courtesy in the middle of the night - are you a man? Is this okay? As your brother, I feel ashamed for you!"
At this moment, Master Gong's heart was: Come on, let's hurt each other! Who is afraid of who?
Obviously, Master Gong's strong output successfully suppressed Mr. Feng.
If there is a picture at this time, it must be a capital K.o!