Zhuo Yueluan sighed leisurely, and his slightly weathered face flashed with melancholy and nostalgia: "At that time, I joined the army to perform tasks, and communications were not as developed as they are now. Loss of contact was common, plus..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.
Yang Qianyu looked at his expression and realized that her question was a bit out of bounds. She hurriedly said: "If it's not convenient for you to tell me, there's no need to tell me. I can only say that my mother is not very lucky."
Zhuo Yueluan shook his head, "There's nothing I can't tell you. I was injured during a mission and was unconscious for a long time. I'm lucky to have saved my life. So I wasted time and missed contacting your mother. Wait until I come back
When I came back, she was married."
"She must have resented me and thought I had abandoned her, so she got married in a fit of anger."
I see!
Yang Qianyu shuddered all over her body, and dense pimples spread all over her limbs and bones - they had missed their entire life by such a mistake.
This past incident made Yang Qianyu feel a bit emo. She didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, so she just sat quietly and lonely, with her eyebrows lowered, as if she was feeling sorry for her mother.
Zhuo Yueluan looked at her and asked curiously: "Has your mother... ever mentioned me?"
Yang Qianyu raised her head and saw that his eyes were full of expectation. She obviously wanted to get a positive answer, and she also wanted to give a positive answer. However... the facts could not be deceived.
What's more, even if she has good intentions to deceive, if people ask a few more random questions, she will reveal her secret.
Yang Qianyu shook her head slightly without even making a sound, unable to bear to let him down.
But Zhuo Yueluan still looked desolate, disappointed, and laughed at himself.
"It seems that she really hates me, that's why she won't mention me to anyone."
Yang Qianyu couldn't comfort her because she didn't even know a word about the distant past between them, and she didn't know where to start to comfort her.
The weather is getting warmer, and the waterside pavilion is shrouded in the setting sun, making it even warmer. Moreover, the scenery here is pleasant, which is perfect for afternoon tea, chat and relaxation.
It's a pity that the topic we talked about didn't make people feel happy, and even the scenery became a bit less charming.
The surroundings became quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds breaking the silence.
Zhuo Yueluan seemed to have fallen into a distant dream. He stopped talking for a while and only sipped tea. Zhuo Yilin made tea elegantly and quietly on the side, and then poured the tea into his father's tea cup.
The silence ended when Yang Qianyu's cell phone rang.
She could guess who was calling without even taking it out to look at.
Sure enough, it was that guy displayed on the screen.
She nodded to the Zhuo family and his son, picked up her cell phone, walked out of the pavilion, and stood in front of the rockery waterfall.
"Hello……"
"Where are you?"
Where?
He asked what this meant?
Before leaving, she clearly said she would go home and see the children and cook dinner for him - but now he asked her inexplicably where she was.
Yang Qianyu was very sensitive, or maybe she knew Feng Moyan well enough. She suddenly realized that this guy knew who she was with now.
"Why don't you speak?"
The questioning there made Yang Qianyu more sure of her guess, so she told the truth: "The private restaurant where I had dinner last time, um... that is, the founder of Wanzhuo, Mr. Zhuo Yueluan, has returned to China. We
We made an appointment to meet in the afternoon."
In the ward, Feng Moyan's gloomy and cold face faded slightly after hearing this answer.
Just now, a boss called him and said that he went to a private restaurant to meet old friends and saw a young and beautiful woman from a distance who looked very much like Mrs. Feng. He said she was sitting with two men and didn't know what she was doing.
Feng Moyan guessed at once that this little guy was carrying him behind his back to meet the Zhuo family and his son.
He wasn't jealous.
He just felt that it was extremely inappropriate for a woman to meet two men alone, no matter how reliable their character was.
And it would be even worse to hide it from him.
Fortunately, this little thing reacts quickly and knows to tell the truth.
"Why didn't you tell me about your meeting?"
"You had just come out of the operating room at that time, and you were drowsy. I didn't have time to say anything."
"Didn't you hide it from me on purpose?"
"What's there to hide? Didn't I tell you a long time ago that Mr. Zhuo seems to have some relationship with my mother? Besides, he bought a courtyard house with a lot of money and helped us a lot. It's normal for me to come out and thank him in person.
Bar?"
"Yes," Feng Moyan responded in a low voice, and then asked, "When will you come back?"
Yang Qianyu looked back at the pavilion, guessing that Zhuo Yueluan was not in the mood to continue chatting at the moment, so she replied: "I'm leaving now. However, I don't have time to go back and make soup and cook for you."
"It's okay, just eat whatever you want."
"Okay, then I'll go back to the hospital in a while."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu returned to the pavilion. Before she could speak, Zhuo Yilin stood up and said, "Did he call to urge you?"
"Well..." Yang Qianyu smiled sheepishly. She always felt that her man was too jealous and made others laugh. "Uncle Zhuo, I have something to do and I have to leave first. Let's talk when we have a chance."
Zhuo Yueluan stood up, walked towards her, and asked, "When is it convenient for you, you can contact me. I want to see your mother."
Look at mother...
Yang Qianyu thought that she hadn't been there for a long time, so she nodded immediately after hearing this: "Okay. If my mother knows, she will definitely be very happy to see you come back to find her."
Zhuo Yilin shook his phone and said, "I'll give you my business card."
"OK!"
"Also, please wait a moment. I asked Uncle He to tell the kitchen to make a soup suitable for the patient. You can pack it up and take it to the hospital later." Zhuo Yilin explained again.
Yang Qianyu was overjoyed and grateful: "Really... you have thought so carefully! I was just thinking that I didn't have time to go back and make food for him, but I didn't expect that you... are so good!"
Zhuo Yilin smiled and said, "It takes a little effort."
It is indeed a simple effort, but it is not a relative or a friend. The fact that someone can think of this is enough to show his excellent character!
Fisher had a good eye for him!
Yang Qianyu was not polite. She went to the front desk and insisted on paying before taking away the tonic soup that Boss He had packed.
Watching the young woman leave, Zhuo Yueluan looked back and sighed: "It would be great if the pearl was still there! I am sorry for her, but I didn't even have the chance to apologize in person."
Boss He comforted him and said: "You almost met the King of Hell yourself, so why are you talking about whether you are right or not? If she really loves you and is more determined, she should wait for you to come back."
Zhuo Yueluan shook his head, "It's good that she's married. At least... she has a child who will continue her bloodline. If she really waits until I come back and follows me... she won't even have the chance to be a mother in this life."
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Feng Moyan drank the tonic soup brought back by his beloved woman and praised it profusely: "Which restaurant made this? It tastes really good."
Yang Qianyu glanced at him, "Your mouth is really precious. You can eat both good and bad things in one bite."
The man looked at her, then lowered his head and continued to drink the soup. He said quietly: "I didn't offend you, did I? I spoke sarcastically."
"You haven't offended me yet? That's the end of the phone call an hour ago to accuse me? You've lost your memory again, right?"
"Then you can't blame me. Who told you to make a splash at the wine table a few days ago and impress everyone?"
"What's the meaning?"
Feng Moyan explained while drinking soup: "You met with the Zhuo family and his son in a private restaurant, and a boss who was socializing with us that day saw you. He called me and asked me, looking like he wanted to see me being cuckolded. I
Can I not ask?"
"..." Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes helplessly and complained, "I didn't expect middle-aged and old men to love gossip so much."