"Um..." She picked her head, frowned at the "rag", and asked in confusion, "Your shirt hanging by the bed...what's going on? Did you get into a fight? Your clothes are all gone.
It’s torn.”
Feng Moyan obviously paused before replying seriously: "Well, I was fighting with a woman."
"What?" Qianyu sat up in surprise, her eyes widening as she couldn't hold them open, "Are you fighting with a woman?"
"Well, that woman was drunk and insisted on forcing me. I didn't want to take advantage of her. In the end, she abused me and tore my clothes... Hey, I'm a disabled person with limited legs and feet. I can't
I couldn't escape, so I had to succumb to her power in the end..."
Yang Qianyu listened to the first half of it very seriously, and even broke into a sweat for him.
But the more I heard, the more something was wrong!
What's the meaning?
Could that drunk woman be a reflection of herself?
"Feng Moyan!" Her mind gradually cleared up and her IQ gradually returned to normal. She was so angry that she pounded the bed and shouted bitterly, "What nonsense are you talking about! You said I forced you?!"
"I didn't say it was you."
"You almost called me a fool, do you think I'm a fool?!"
The man gave a low smile and said, "You were really a little fool when you were drunk last night."
"You are stupid, your whole family is..."
No, you can't scold innocent children.
She endured it and went crazy, "What happened last night? Let me tell you, I didn't break it! I remember it all! Don't fool me and pin any unfounded charges on me!"
"No fragments?" Mr. Feng smiled, "Then tell me, what did we do in the car when we came back?"
on the car?
Yang Qianyu thought about it seriously. In the car... weren't she and Feng Moyan just sitting in the back seat?
"Can't remember? Then let me remind you that you insisted that I would do something evil to you while you were drunk. I didn't do this, but you couldn't hold it back anymore and threw yourself into my arms, hugging me again and again.
Dear, you have to force me to do evil things to you - in the end, who is planning evil things against whom... Haha."
"..." Yang Qianyu originally didn't remember those processes, but after Feng Moyan described it in such detail, the fragments were pieced together.
"This is also the first time I know that you, who is usually so well-behaved, can be so aggressive when you are drunk... You couldn't unbutton my shirt, so you just pulled it open. The buttons fell to pieces and were still on the car seat.
Just lie down in the gap."
"Forget it. I couldn't take off my clothes, so I tore them with my hands and bit them with my teeth... Do you know that the fabric is very strong and it left red marks all over my body?"
This is probably the most unbearable stain and black material in Yang Qianyu's life.
It can be called a famous scene of social death!
Holding the microphone in one hand and holding her forehead helplessly with the other, she lowered her head, her long hair blocking her face, and it was hard to tell whether she was laughing or crying.
"Feng Moyan..." Suddenly, she raised her head, and even though she was separated by the microphone, she put on a serious and solemn expression, "Stop talking nonsense! I wasn't drunk last night, and I didn't do anything I did.
Remember!"
"Don't believe me? Wait until I go back tonight and show you the marks on my body."
"No!" She refused quickly, "Don't come over tonight! I don't want to see you!"
"Really? I still have good news to share with you, but if you say so... then forget it."
"Good news?" Qianqian's interest was aroused again, "What good news?"
"Am I welcome tonight?"
"You can say it now, over the phone."
"You have to say it face to face."
Seeing that he was deliberately going around in circles to make her happy, Yang Qianyu immediately changed her face and said, "Get out! Don't bother me tonight if you don't say I'm going to knock you down!"
When he finished speaking, he hung up the call.
The next second, she was wailing and beating the bed... Why did she look like that when she was drunk? She was so shameless in public.
Yang Qianyu learned about Feng Moyan's so-called good news before evening.
When she got up to have breakfast, she naturally wanted to pay attention to the stock market and the confrontation between Feng Yun and Ling Feng.
Just when he got some clues, Fisher sent a voice message: "Dear, what are you doing? Have you seen the news? That arrogant man who wants to forcibly acquire Feng Yun is out of luck!"
"My brother said that after a few days of this confrontation, the Lingfeng Industrial Company will definitely be completely defeated! Most of such huge funds must have come from financing. Only by winning a quick victory can they have the money to repay their debts, but
Now Feng Yun has a greater chance of winning, and they are going to have no chance at all, and it will definitely cost them their lives if they continue!"
Yang Qianyu put down her chopsticks excitedly, picked up her phone and said happily: "I just saw the news! No wonder Feng Moyan called me in the morning and said there was good news."
"Haha, he is thankful to you this time! Otherwise, he would be the one crying now! Tsk tsk, what is the saying? A husband and wife are of the same mind, and they are as powerful as gold!"
Qianyu smiled shyly and said angrily: "Who is married to him? He is so beautiful!"
"Oh, please stop being pretentious. You have sacrificed so much for me, but you don't regard him as your husband?"
Qianyu became more and more embarrassed and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you go ahead and do your work, I'm taking care of the baby!"
"When you have time, ask Feng Moyan to treat you!"
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
After chatting with her best friend on WeChat, Yang Qianyu went to read the financial news again, and the more she read, the happier she became.
From two years ago to now, for more than a month, they have been tensing up every day, trying every means to raise money and thinking about coping strategies.
Feng Moyan, who used to be so proud and aloof, has put aside his arrogance these days, socializing in various ways, running around and interacting with others.
Finally, God pays off.
They finally solved this crisis!
After the joy, Yang Qianyu also forgot about the harsh words she just said to someone and immediately clicked on his WeChat.
【Come over in the evening and I will cook myself.】
Feng Moyan from the company saw this WeChat message and his sexy mouth curled up in happiness.
Wang Cheng was reporting on work opposite him. Seeing this, he couldn't help but ask: "Is this the message from Madam?"
Mr. Feng glanced at him.
He smiled and said sincerely: "Thanks to my wife this time! If it hadn't been for the funds she raised that helped us seize some shares in the secondary market, maybe the top boss would have been sitting on your desk now.
The position is up."
Feng Moyan didn't say anything, but his heart was already weak.
How should he pamper such a woman, love her, and love her enough?
"Go and order a bouquet of flowers and put them in the car when you get off work." Feng Moyan ordered quietly.
Wang Cheng was overjoyed, "Okay! I'll go right away!"
Wang Cheng turned to leave, but suddenly thought of something, and turned around and said: "By the way, Mr. Feng, now that the crisis on the company's side has been resolved, does the hospital have to set a time for the operation? After all, the longer this matter is delayed, the worse it will be for you.
The more dangerous your legs are.”
Feng Moyan's right leg needed nerve exploration. The sooner the better, but because of the company's many crises, he couldn't move away, so he delayed.
Hearing this, he thought for a while and nodded: "I will discuss it with my wife when I go back tonight."