"Yes, I'm sorry..." After vomiting, Feng Moyan seemed to wake up a little.
Seeing the woman frozen there as if she were petrified, with a look on her face that was more painful than constipation, he got up and grabbed the tissue and handed it to her.
But Yang Qianyu stared at him, then looked down at herself, wanting to cry but not having any tears...
"Here, wipe it... go to the bathroom and clean it up..." The woman didn't answer, so he had to get up and get out of bed, squatting down while shaking, and offered to help her wipe her dress.
"Don't touch me!"
Yang Qianyu is really going to explode!
She shouldn't have thought it wrong and agreed to come over to help him take care of the child. What was she thinking at the time?
What's happening now is like...wanting to kill someone!
While waving away the man's hand, she climbed up and ran into the bathroom.
The man who was squatting on the spot saw her entering the bathroom with ease, his face softened slightly, and his eyes were dark and boundless.
In the bathroom, Yang Qianyu stood in front of the sink and cleaned her clothes.
She was wearing a light blue chiffon dress today. Once it was so wet, the fabric clung to her body, and it was also very see-through.
What's even more crazy is that the fabric of the clothes is too thin, and the disgusting vomit is stuck to the body. Just cleaning the surface like this is useless.
- She needs a good bath!
Yang Qianyu tidied it up angrily while enduring the unpleasant smell. She almost vomited after gagging several times.
The bathroom door was suddenly knocked open.
She didn't even look at it and shouted: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"
But President Feng continued to walk staggeringly, holding a dress in his hand: "This belongs to my... ex-wife. You wash it and put it on first."
Yang Qianyu looked at it and was stunned.
It's been more than four years since his divorce and more than four years after his death. He actually still has his ex-wife's clothes in his cloakroom?
"Don't worry, this is new...it's not bad luck——"
Yang Qianyu didn't want to, but she was in such a miserable state...
The skirt was wet from the waist down, and the panty underneath could be seen.
She reached for her clothes and said with a cold face, "Get out!"
The man didn't move. When her hand reached out to take the clothes, he didn't let go for some reason.
"???" Yang Qianyu was puzzled, "You——"
Before the words were spoken, he suddenly let go.
Yang Qianyu looked at him, always feeling that something was wrong with him.
Why does his eyes look so profound? Did he sober up after vomiting once?
The man staggered out.
Yang Qianyu held the clothes and hesitated for a long time.
Although I knew it was extremely inappropriate, I couldn't help but couldn't help the disgusting smell on my body. I walked forward and locked the bathroom door, then quickly took a shower and changed clothes.
The dress is a floral waisted dress, black, sleeveless, and the fabric hangs smoothly.
She picked it up and looked back and forth, but she had no impression at all.
During the years when she was Young Mistress Feng, although their relationship as husband and wife was not good, Feng Moyan did not treat her materially badly.
Perhaps in order to gain face by taking her out, someone would deliver her clothes and shoes to her door every season.
When she got divorced, she didn't take away the things here, so it was normal for her to still have unworn clothes.
Standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself, she frowned.
The high-end dress is naturally impeccable, but...is the collar a little too low?
When he bent down a little, he was exposed.
She lifted the collar back several times and finally felt it was a little safer. Then she randomly rubbed the clothes she had changed into a few times, wrung them dry, and planned to take them away.
"Dong dong dong——"
The bathroom door rings.
She quickened her movements, "It's almost ready!"
"Have you finished washing? I need to use the bathroom... hurry up -"
Hearing his voice sound like he was about to vomit again, Yang Qianyu hurriedly glanced at the door panel and reminded: "Your home is not a bathroom, can't you go elsewhere?"
But the man turned a deaf ear and continued banging on the door.
Yang Qianyu was frightened when she heard the sound, and quickly shook off the water on her hand and opened the door.
The door panel hit the wall with a bang, and the man rushed in. Instead of running to the toilet, he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the door.
Yang Qianyu was frightened and stunned, "What are you doing!"
The man looked at her with a strange smile: "You have the same figure as my ex-wife."
The woman sneered, "Congratulations, you have an ex-wife with a perfect figure."
"Haha -" the man laughed, his tone suddenly filled with disappointment, "I lost her, what's the point of congratulations?"
Yang Qianyu looked at him, puzzled.
Why, it sounds like... he regrets the divorce?
But isn’t the person he loves Yang Caiyue?
Shouldn't you be happy after a divorce?
Yang Qianyu was distracted for a moment, but the man suddenly raised his hand and landed on her neck, pulling the collar of her dress down——
"What are you doing!" She was so frightened that she almost jumped up and put her hands on her shoulders.
But it's still too late.
Feng Moyan pulled down her collar, exposing half of her right shoulder. If she hadn't moved quickly, a piece of her chest would have been exposed.
"Feng Moyan! Don't forget your identity! The dignified president of Fengyun Group, do you have any shame in stripping off a woman's clothes?"
Her face was red, her eyes were blazing with anger, and she defended the neckline that sank her shoulders with one hand.
But the man turned a deaf ear.
He stared straight at the woman's snow-white chest, looking at the pure whiteness there, and his eyes froze vacantly.
"No...how could there be no?"
He pointed at the woman's chest and suddenly raised his eyes: "Where's the mole here? I remember... you have a mole here."
Yang Qianyu's heart almost jumped out of her throat.
At this moment, she suddenly understood - this person was just pretending to be drunk!
He did drink too much, but he was not so drunk that he was delirious.
He pretended to be crazy while drinking, just to find a chance to check if there was a mole on her chest and verify that she was Yang Qianyu!
With her heart beating in panic, the woman looked back at his disbelieving eyes, sneered, and slowly but firmly pulled the collar from his fingers.
"Mr. Feng, what are you talking about?"
Feng Moyan danced around all night, but he just didn't want to give up and didn't believe the results of the DNA test, so he wanted to verify it himself.
But now, the facts tell him again - this woman is really not Yang Qianyu, it was him who made a mistake and thought too much...
How should he accept it?
His mind retreated, and the power of alcohol came back again. He staggered, put one hand on the wall, lowered his head and shook his head.
What went wrong...
Yang Qianyu saw all his reactions in her eyes, and there was only a buzzing sound in her ears.
It's a coincidence.
After she gave birth to her child, for some unknown reason, she developed a lot of flat warts on her arms and neck, so she went to the hospital to have them removed with laser.
By the way, the mole on my chest was also removed.
Who would have thought that this unintentional move would actually "save" his own life a few years later.
Seeing that he was still silent, Yang Qianyu provoked him again, "Mr. Feng, I don't know what you went through today, but in this situation, you'd better have a good sleep."
"It's getting late, it's time for me to leave. From now on, we will go back to our own way. I wish you find happiness in life as soon as possible."
After saying these words, she was really ready to leave.
But Feng Moyan suddenly raised his face, and for a moment a sinister look flashed in his eyes, "Should I let you go?"