Chapter 43 Yang Qianyu, I hated you for four years!
Could it be that they broke up in a quarrel because of themselves?
Seeing that the woman didn't speak, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, then looked at the blood on his hand and frowned: "You used to...not wear lipstick...you were so ugly."
Yang Qianyu's stunned expression suddenly twisted, and she didn't understand what he meant.
You mean, about the kiss in the hotel before?
Her cheeks suddenly felt hot, and she said in a cold voice with a straight face: "You drank too much, go and rest, stop making trouble."
The man raised his hand, his handsome face raised with difficulty, "Help me."
"..."
"I asked you to help me, don't you understand?"
Yang Qianyu turned around and looked around, preparing to find a servant.
But the man suddenly yelled: "I don't want anyone else! I just...want you! Hurry up!"
Yang Qianyu gritted her teeth and suppressed her displeasure.
Sure enough, I still follow the previous virtue!
On weekdays, he is well-dressed, polite and elegant, but after a few ounces of yellow soup, he reveals his domineering and arrogant nature!
Knowing that he couldn't reason at this time, Yang Qianyu just wanted to get him back to his room so he could leave, so he endured it again and again, stepped forward and bent down.
"Stand still, otherwise I won't be able to help you."
The man didn't say a word and just put most of his body weight on her.
Yang Qianyu suddenly frowned in pain. The weight that Sun Wukong was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain back then was nothing more than this.
Halfway up the stairs, she suddenly lost all strength and stumbled to the side, hitting the railing.
The severe pain made her grin, but instead of showing sympathy, the instigator mocked her with contempt: "She's so stupid... Such a stupid woman is indeed... no, she can't be the mother of my daughter."
Yang Qianyu was stunned when he heard this, then suddenly threw his hand away and pushed him hard against the railing.
Normally, a drunk man would lose his center of gravity and fall down the stairs if he was thrown away.
But CEO Feng Da didn’t know what was going on, so he reacted very quickly and grabbed the railing to steady his body.
However, he still had a vague smile on his face, and his chest was heaving and heaving.
"Why, I... said it wrong?"
Yang Qianyu stared at him, speechless. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly turned around and went downstairs.
Just love him! Anyway, he is not her man.
Feng Moyan smiled unsteadily and did not hold back, but raised his head and shouted upstairs: "Xixi... Baby, daddy is back... Come and help daddy... Dad was hit by a car...
...I was injured, it hurts so much... it hurts so much——"
The woman who had descended to the last step suddenly froze again.
Hit by a car?
So, the injury on his head was caused by the car accident?
But since there was a car accident, why didn't Gong Beizawa and the others send him to the hospital? Why did they take him to get drunk? Then send him home?
Yang Qianyu cursed secretly: What the hell are you doing?
She turned back, took a few steps back, stood in front of the man and asked, "Besides your head injury, where else are you injured?"
"Who are you?"
"Do you want to go to the hospital? I don't care about you, I just don't want you to scare the child."
"You're not... not Yang Qianyu." The man raised his hand and pointed, shaking his head.
The woman secretly took a deep breath and clenched her fists: "Feng Moyan, can you speak properly?!"
"Your name is... Ruan... Ruan Qing."
"..."
She was so angry that she suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed her thumb hard on the bruised and bleeding part of the man's forehead!
"Ah...it hurts!" The tall Mr. Feng screamed repeatedly due to the sudden pain. He covered his head with one hand and squatted down.
"Are you looking for death?" He roared angrily.
But Yang Qianyu ignored him at all, just grabbed him, picked him up again, and carried him upstairs.
In fact, she couldn't even carry it.
That picture is more appropriately described as "drag" or "pull".
"I'm hurt...you're abusing-"
"Slow down...I'm dizzy..."
"Don't think I dare not hit you! Yang Qianyu, I hate you...I have for four years! Don't mess with me!"
Feng Moyan thought briefly, not knowing whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk.
However, it is true that he was in a car accident.
It's just that the car's performance was good, and other than his forehead hitting the door frame and scratching his skin, he was fine.
So after Gong Beize and Wang Cheng arrived, they took care of the traffic accident and took him away.
A few people went to dinner. During the dinner, he was in a bad mood and ordered several bottles of wine, and ended up drinking too much.
But only he knows whether he was drunk to the point of unconsciousness.
A mess and exhausted.
Yang Qianyu finally got him into the bedroom.
"You... help me take off my clothes, it's so hot..."
The man was lying on his back, with his long legs slanted on the edge of the bed, and he raised his hands and wavered a few times.
Yang Qianyu stood beside the bed and looked at him condescendingly.
I don't know why, but Feng Moyan when he was drunk actually felt a bit pitiful.
She stared blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly came back to her senses and felt that there must be something wrong with her brain.
He is Feng Moyan, a powerful man who controls everything in this city. Does he need to be pitied?
Take care of yourself first!
"Mr. Feng, you and I have nothing to do with each other. We should go our separate ways from now on. Your wife is very lovable, but it's a pity that I am not her biological mother."
I originally wanted to say something, but I felt like a thousand words were stuck in my throat and I didn’t know where to start.
In the end, she simply remained silent and just walked forward, pulling the quilt on the bed to cover him.
Deep down in her heart, she told herself that this was the last entanglement between the two of them.
Now that he has "broke it off" with Yang Caiyue, she no longer has to worry about her daughter falling into the hands of the vicious stepmother.
Then she only needs to protect her from a distance and know that her daughter is doing well.
After the quilt was covered, she slowly straightened up and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"ah--"
She was startled, and the moment she turned around, she was suddenly pulled down by the man and fell heavily into his arms.
"What are you doing!" Yang Qianyu became angry and struggled to get up.
But how can a drunk man be rational?
Feng Moyan hugged her tightly with both hands, with an evil and confused look on his face, as if he was playing a game with her.
Yang Qianyu felt inexplicably guilty because of his expression. She was stunned for a moment and pushed him away again.
This push just pushed out all the drunkenness in the man's stomach——
Hearing a "wow" sound, Feng Moyan immediately let go.
Yang Qianyu was caught off guard and used too much force. When he suddenly let go, she fell backwards, hit the bedside table with a clang, and fell to the ground again.
There was a burning pain in her back. Before she could get up, she saw the man struggling to sit up...
"No! Don't, hold it back!" She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she waved her hands back repeatedly, but she still couldn't escape.
The strong smell of alcohol hit his face, his clothes were stained, and the warmth seemed to have penetrating power, instantly burning his skin.
For a moment, Yang Qianyu just wanted to jump into the Pacific Ocean and wash herself.