Yang Qianyu was packing the children's clothes. Although the three little ones did not see the scene of Feng Shiwen's death, they knew from the look on their mother's face that something serious must have happened, and they still kept crying.
Especially Xixi, who kept asking her to hold him and refused to come down.
When Fei Xue arrived, Yang Qianyu had just coaxed Xixi, dragged out the suitcase and stuffed clothes into it haphazardly.
Fisher came upstairs, found them in the room, and shouted in a low voice: "Qianyu..."
Yang Qianyu was slightly startled, turned around, and was surprised: "Fei Fei? Why... why are you here?"
Fisher said "hmm" without saying much. He looked at Aunt Rong and the children, then back to her face.
Yang Qianyu understood, told the children to wait for a while, turned around and walked out of the room.
In the corridor on the second floor, Yang Qianyu did not dare to look down.
The scene where Feng Shiwen spurted blood always appeared in front of my eyes. When I thought about it again, I couldn't help but shudder.
Seeing her whole body as if her soul had been hollowed out, Fisher felt extremely distressed. He stepped forward and hugged her, comforting her heavily: "Don't think too much about it. She brought it upon herself and she deserved her death. It has nothing to do with you."
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Being hugged by her best friend and hearing that she stood by him unconditionally, Yang Qianyu felt a little warm in her heart.
"Did Feng Moyan call you?" Otherwise, how could she come by such a coincidence and know what happened here.
"Well." Fisher pushed her away a little, looked at her worriedly and said, "That guy still has a conscience. He was afraid that you would have an emotional breakdown. He asked me to come over and accompany you quickly. He said that if you go to the hotel, let me open one.
I will stay with you in the presidential suite, and the expenses will be all in his name. If you don’t want to go to the hotel, you can stay at my house. He owes me a favor."
Yang Qianyu made an expression that was uglier than crying, and her tone was suppressed and lifeless: "It's difficult for him now..."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Who told him to have such a vicious sister? But his parents still can't figure it out!"
Fisher said bitterly, then changed the subject and sighed happily: "Fortunately, he firmly believes in you this time. He has repeatedly told me to advise you not to blame yourself for this matter."
He said he was negligent and caused you to be hurt again."
Yang Qianyu lowered her eyebrows and remained silent.
She was exhausted from the inside out, and she didn't want to do or say anything.
But she couldn't stay in this place any longer, otherwise those images would linger in her mind and drive her crazy.
"Let's go to the hotel. Aunt Rong is also following us, plus there are three children. Going to your house will be too noisy."
"Okay, I'll help you pack your things."
Fisher helped, and they quickly packed their luggage, bringing only the children's necessities.
That Sister Zhou had been hiding in the room. It wasn't until Yang Qianyu came out with the children and was about to leave that she stepped forward with a squeak.
"Ms. Ruan, I...I want to resign." Sister Zhou hesitated and said embarrassedly.
Yang Qianyu looked at her, understood her mood, nodded and said: "Okay, I will pay you this month's salary later. Thank you for your hard work these days."
"It's not hard, it's not hard..." After hearing her promise, Sister Zhou hurriedly turned around and went back to her room, picked up her luggage and left in a hurry.
Fisher looked contemptuous and muttered: "Who is this?"
"She must have been frightened, and the dead are always unlucky." Yang Qianyu kept her voice low as she didn't want the children to hear.
Fisher nodded: "Forget it, I'm here! Let's go!"
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we went to the hotel to settle down.
The children were all sleepy, so Yang Qianyu divided the work with Aunt Rong to help them wash up and put them to bed one by one.
Xiaoyu is precocious and sensible, with a sensitive mind. When he fell asleep, he looked at his mother and asked weakly and pitifully: "Mom, will dad come to us again?"
Yang Qianyu sat down by the bed, looked at her eldest son, and gently comforted him: "Yes, dad will not abandon us."
"What about you? Will you take us away and find Kane, without dad?"
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If her emotions weren't suppressed, she would have wanted to scratch the tip of her son's nose and ask - What are you thinking about in your little head! Is your mother such an unprincipled person?
Seeing his mother staring at him, her beautiful eyes lacked brilliance, and she looked very tired, Xiaoyu said sensibly: "Mom, if you don't want to answer, then you don't have to answer. It's very late, you should go to bed quickly.
,Good night."
Yang Qianyu came back to her senses and nodded. Thinking about her son's question, she felt that she should give him a clear answer to save the little guy from worrying about it.
"Baby, I know... you and your brothers and sisters are reluctant to leave your father. Mom promises you that as long as your father doesn't drive us away, your mother will never take you away without permission. Our family will never be separated, okay?
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Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly, a smile flashed across his bright black eyes, "Mom, you are the best mother in the world!"
Yang Qianyu smiled, tucked her son into bed, got up and left.
In the living room, Fisher was sitting in front of his laptop, busy handling official business.
Yang Qianyu walked over and said to her: "Fei Fei, please go back. I'll be fine."
It was the end of the year and she was busy with various jobs. She felt bad that her friend was always here to accompany her, which delayed her work and life.
Fisher finished the last bit of work, closed the computer, stood up, stretched his cervical spine and arms, and said with a smile: "I can work in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel and stay for free. I don't want to miss this good thing."
Seeing Qianyu looking at her as if she felt guilty, she comforted her: "Don't worry, I work in my own company. As long as I don't delay my work, it doesn't matter whether I go to the company or not."
"But it's too noisy here, which affects your work efficiency."
"No, the three little ones are so good. Just looking at them puts me in a good mood, and I get twice the result with half the effort!"
Since she said that, Yang Qianyu didn't force it anymore.
The two of them walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the lights and night scene outside, and sighed quietly for a moment.
Fisher looked back at her, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Yang Qianyu smiled bitterly and shook her head, "It's nothing...if you don't think about it, it'll be fine -"
Fisher turned around, folded his arms, and frowned in confusion, "That Feng Shiwen... is really terrible, but if she knew that even her death could not separate you and her brother, would she be so angry that she would never rest in peace?
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Yang Qianyu's face was expressionless, her beautiful facial features reflected the neon lights of the building opposite, flickering on and off, "But she is not a loser, this matter is indeed enough to make me feel uncomfortable for a long time..."
"Why do you care? Once you care, you will be fooled by her!" Fisher has always had his own way of doing things and has a carefree temper. His words are even a little harsh. "It would be better if she died. Once and for all, there will be no trouble in the future."
What a fool!"
Yang Qianyu said nothing.
Although she did feel in her heart that Feng Shiwen's death was not a pity, when she said these words, it seemed too heartless.
Moreover, what Xu Hong said today also shocked her.
Fortunately, Xixi recovered from her illness and became a healthy child just like ordinary children.
Otherwise, as a mother, will she become like Xu Hong? In front of her daughter who is seriously ill, she gradually loses her principles and outlook on life, and gradually becomes mentally distorted and behaves abnormally?
She didn't dare to think deeply, but she was just thankful that God opened her eyes and freed her baby from the pain.
Thinking of these, she suddenly felt enlightened.
"Actually... Feng Shiwen said something very right."
Yang Qianyu suddenly spoke, surprising Fei Xue, "What are you talking about?"
"She said that I am luckier than her, much luckier."
Fisher raised his neck and said, "Nonsense! But your luck is also earned by your hard work, and you are not like her who is resentful and jealous."
"Fei Fei, don't be so excited. I just want to say, since I am so lucky in life, why don't I be more grateful? Why should I care about a poor guy?"
Yang Qianyu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. No matter how much she hated or resented, it suddenly became insignificant.
"Forget it, everyone is dead, everything disappears, and I will soon forget what happened today." She gave herself psychological hints, thinking more about the positive and sunny side, and more about happy and joyful moments.
"Not bad!" Fisher nodded and gave her a thumbs up appreciatively, "I thought you would have to be depressed for a few days before you could slowly recover, but I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly. Life is so beautiful.
, why are you always thinking about the dark side? We have to leave everything behind and move forward with our heads held high!"
Yang Qianyu: "..."
Her chicken-blooded beating is so sensational and disgusting.
"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed quickly!" Fisher yawned, turned and walked away, "I have a video conference early tomorrow morning, so I'll go to bed first!"
"OK, good night."
Yang Qianyu continued to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. After watching her best friend leave, her expression gradually faded.
I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was already early morning.
Feng Moyan has neither called nor sent a word of WeChat since he left.
He... must be very sad.
He resents his sister and grieves her death. This complex and indistinguishable emotion of love and hate cannot be replaced by anyone else.
What's more, there is also the pressure and condemnation from his parents...
She wanted to call and ask, but she was afraid that if he was accompanying Xu Hong and his wife, the phone call would undoubtedly make their conflict more intense.
So, as soon as the thought passed by, she gave it up.
But when she turned around and was going back to her room, her cell phone rang.
Looking down, I felt a little relieved.
She didn't know if it was because of a telepathic connection, but she just happened to think of that person, and that person called.
"Hello……"
"Have you slept?" Feng Moyan's voice was extremely low, with obvious hoarseness, and full of exhaustion.
When Yang Qianyu heard this, her heart ached, and her tone was soft and soft: "I'm about to sleep...where are you? Are you okay?"
"Hmm... not bad."
Both sides were silent at the same time, until Yang Qianyu found another topic: "Are you...at the funeral parlor or at home tonight?"
The other party hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low and hoarse tone: "I'm in the hotel's underground parking lot. Can you come down here? I want to give you a hug..."
Saying "I want to hug you" instantly broke Yang Qianyu's defenses, and her tears burst from her eyes.