Yang Qianyu smiled and said, "Just support me! Don't worry, you can still afford a nanny and driver, and you won't be asked to bear everything by yourself."
Thinking of the joke between the two during their previous chat, Qianyu once said stingyly that being a stay-at-home dad would not be able to enjoy it so much. What kind of nanny, chef, or servants do you think of hiring? That doesn't exist.
Now, she is rich and looks like a domineering female boss.
Feng Moyan obviously thought of that conversation, and finally showed his only smile in the past few days, and then said quietly and softly: "I miss you... let's have dinner together tonight."
Yang Qianyu's heart trembled and she immediately said: "Okay! Or you can come directly to the hotel and play with the little ones. They haven't seen you in a few days and they are always talking about you."
She thought that since both of them were "popular figures" now, eating out would inevitably attract attention, so it would be better to just eat casually in the hotel room.
When a family is together neatly, it is the happiest and most beautiful thing. What you eat is secondary.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu quickly dealt with the important work at hand and went to the kindergarten to pick up the children in person.
When they heard that their father would come back in the evening, the three little ones screamed with excitement.
"I thought dad had forgotten us! Humph, I decided to ignore him tonight." Xixi said with a ghostly expression.
Yang Qianyu drove the car, looked at the rearview mirror after hearing this, smiled lightly, and interceded for someone: "Dad didn't mean not to come to see you, it's just that he was too busy, Xixi wanted to do it
Sensible baby, if you see your father tonight, give him a good hug and kiss, okay?"
Xixi curled her lips and said like a little adult, "Okay... who calls me a kind and lovely little angel."
Xiaozhou made a surprising statement: "I guess daddy wants mommy to hug him and kiss him more - sister, you'd better save the time."
"Xiaozhou!" Yang Qianyu screamed in shock. She looked at the rearview mirror again and saw her youngest son staring innocently, as if to say: He just told the truth...
"Well..." She held back her embarrassment and pretended to be dignified, "Dad misses you. Please take a look at mom. Don't talk nonsense."
"Mom, don't fool us into thinking we are little fools." Even Xiaoyu exposed it ruthlessly.
Yang Qianyu: "..."
However, after Xiaoyu told the truth, he suddenly sighed: "It's true for you two, either mom is too busy to see anyone, or dad is too busy to play and disappears - when will our family be able to see each other every day?
Are we together every day?"
His son's emotion was also the pain in Yang Qianyu's heart.
There were too many obstacles between her and Feng Moyan, and they really didn't know when they could be together openly, like every ordinary family.
Back at the hotel, Yang Qianyu called the hotel manager.
After some negotiation, she successfully borrowed the hotel kitchen.
Thinking of Feng Moyan's current situation, she was unable to share the burden, so she could only cook a meal for him herself to express her feelings.
When Feng Moyan came over, Yang Qianyu had just put the last dish of soup on the table.
Looking at the home-cooked dishes on the table, the man understood immediately and asked in surprise: "Did you cook these yourself?"
"Yes." She smiled and urged, "Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
When the children saw their father coming, they jumped up happily.
Xixi climbed into her father's arms, hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him on the face, and said bluntly: "Dad, do you like me to kiss you, or do you like your mother to kiss you?"
Feng Moyan was still staring at the woman at the dining table. His thoughts were already overflowing and he just wanted to say a few more words to her.
Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by the little girl, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.
"Dad, Dad!" Xixi held his face with both hands, pulled his slightly tilted head back, and spoke in a louder voice, "I'm talking to you! Did you listen?"
The man immediately smiled and said perfunctorily: "Oh, daddy, listen, baby Xixi, do you miss daddy?"
Xixi sighed and pouted her little mouth—Hey! Sure enough, she didn't listen to what she said.
Xiao Zhou laughed on the side, "Sister, there is no need to answer your question. Dad definitely prefers mom to kiss him. You only look at mom when you look at him."
When Yang Qianyu asked her daughter that question, her cheeks instantly turned red.
How come this little girl understands so much all of a sudden? She talks more and more...without any shame.
As soon as her youngest son said this, she blushed to the very root of her neck, and had no choice but to show her parental dignity: "What's the matter? Go wash your hands and get ready to eat!"
The two brothers laughed loudly and pushed the wheelchair behind them: "Sister, you sit on daddy's lap and we push you."
"Oops! Slow down! I'm about to fly!" Xixi shouted.
The next second, her father's solid and strong arms hugged her, and at the same time he kissed the little girl's face, "Don't worry, Dad is here."
Yang Qianyu looked at the warm and joyful scene in front of her, and her heart that had been tense for several days finally relaxed for a moment.
Just when dinner was about to start, Fisher came back.
Seeing the liveliness and tranquility in the room, she joked: "What do you mean, I heard you laughing and joking in the corridor. It turns out that the head of the family is here."
Yang Qianyu said: "Fei Fei, let's eat and try my craftsmanship."
"Did you make it?" Fisher asked in surprise as he looked at the table of delicious food.
"Well, sit down."
Fisher wanted to sit down, but before she even got close to the dining table, she encountered a repulsive look from someone. She immediately smiled and waved her hands: "Forget it, I'd better stop being a light bulb. It just so happened that my mother called me today
Go back and eat later.”
Before he finished speaking, the person had already walked to the door.
"Hey, Fei Fei! You -" Yang Qianyu didn't stop shouting. When she looked away, her eyes fell on someone's face, with a look on her face, "Are you being mean to her again?"
Mr. Feng spread his hands and said, "Did you hear me just now?"
"..." Yang Qianyu had nothing to say, so she had to return to the dining table, "Forget it, let's eat, the food will get cold in a while."
Feng Moyan was running around a lot these days, but he never had a proper meal. It was rare that his beloved woman washed her hands and made soup for him. The delicious home-cooked food aroused his appetite, and he finally had a full meal.
The family of five ate the five dishes and one soup thoroughly, and the plates looked as if they had been washed.
After calling the room service to clean up, Yang Qianyu took the children to wash up and let them go to bed early.
Aunt Rong had found an excuse to go out for a walk before, but now she probably came back after they had dinner.
"Madam, let me come. You go and talk to the husband for a while." Aunt Rong was a very discerning person and entered the bathroom to take over Yang Qianyu's work.
She was not polite, wiped her hands and walked out. She saw the man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She didn't know whether he was admiring the night view or in a daze.
She walked over and sat down on the chaise longue next to him.
The man turned back to look at her, his cold and handsome face immediately softened, and he naturally stretched out his hand, took her hand and held it in his palm.
"Thank you for your hard work today. The dinner was delicious."
She smiled lightly and said, "Why am I working hard? There are too many things these days, and I haven't cooked for a long time. I made it because the children missed the taste of their mother, and I didn't make it specifically for you."
She didn't want to burden him even a little bit, so she deliberately told the truth.
And why doesn't Feng Moyan understand?
Although the obstacles between them are now as serious as ever, he can feel that the two hearts are closer than ever.
However, since she said so, Mr. Feng naturally had to obey her words, so he sighed: "It turns out that I am just taking advantage of the children."
"You just know."
The two of them smiled, and he pulled the woman on the chaise chair closer to him, then raised his arms to pull her into his arms and hug her.
Yang Qianyu was very docile and found a comfortable position in the crook of his shoulder, then leaned against it without moving.
Time seemed to have stopped suddenly. The two hugged each other quietly and looked at the night outside the window. They really wanted to stay like this until the end of the world.
"Your sister's memorial service will be tomorrow morning, right?" Yang Qianyu asked softly after a long time.
Feng Moyan rested his chin on her head, his nose lingering with her reassuring breath, and almost fell asleep. When he heard her speak, he cheered up again and responded, "Yes. Why?"
Already? Are you still planning to go there?"
She said quietly: "I should go because of emotions and reasons. I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."
"Don't go. You don't have to care about worldly opinions. It's enough for me to know the truth."
It turned out that Feng Moyan really understood her and why she said, "I should go because of emotion and reason."
Yang Qianyu raised her head from his arms and said, "You must have made your mother very angry by looking at me like this, right?"
The man gently pulled his lips, his face was quite helpless, "They were greatly hit by Shiwen's death, and their behavior has become even more extreme, and I can't help it."
"I heard from Young Master Gong that your mother is sick? It seems quite serious?"
"Well, I'm still waiting for the re-examination results. It might be a bit troublesome." Feng Moyan didn't want her to think about these things all the time. He answered this and immediately changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me, what are you doing today?"
Go to the ancient town - is everything done?"
Speaking of this, Yang Qianyu changed her expression and became a little indignant, "Yang Guohua's mistress still lives in a courtyard with her children and her biological mother. She's so open to me."
The man frowned, "Do I need to find someone to deal with it?"
"No, I have a way to deal with her." He was too busy with all this, so he didn't need to worry about her little trouble.
Feng Moyan knew what she was thinking, "Qianqian, you have to learn to rely on me and even command me with confidence. I am very willing to serve you."
The woman smiled, her eyebrows brightening for a moment, "Don't worry, I won't be polite when I need you! I can indeed handle this kind of thing, so don't underestimate me."
Seeing that she was speaking so arrogantly, Feng Moyan had no choice but to obey her, "That's okay, if you're not sure, feel free to tell me."
"Um."
Seeing that he couldn't open his sleepy eyes, Yang Qianyu said distressedly: "You should go to bed and sleep for a while. I see that the dark circles under your eyes are worse than those of a panda, and you have lost weight again..."
"Well, I'm very tired, but I have to leave later and I'm too lazy to bother, so just let me hold you and sleep for a while." After saying this childishly, he put his arms around the woman and hugged her closer, tilting his head.
Leaning on her head.
It's dark at night, and the tempered glass has almost the same effect as a mirror.
Yang Qianyu remained motionless, watching the scene of the two embracing each other through the glass, watching him close his eyes and quickly fall asleep, and a faint pain flashed through his heart.