Yang Qianyu returned to the ward and brought lunch.
Feng Moyan was awake, half leaning on the bedside, with a laptop on the small table in front of him, and documents scattered around his hands and on the bed.
Wang Cheng happens to be there too.
Seeing her pushing the door open and coming in, Wang Cheng turned around and said, "Hello, madam."
"Yeah." Yang Qianyu nodded, walked to the table, put down the lunch in his hand, turned around and looked at the hospital bed, "Why did you bring so much work here? Are you in a hurry?"
Wang Chengdao: "This is the information that Wan Zhuo asked us to prepare. Mr. Feng needs to go through it. I have to go to S city on a business trip in the afternoon."
Yang Qianyu raised her eyes slightly, "So, the cooperation is concluded?"
Wang Cheng looked more relaxed, "The talks are going well, but the contract hasn't been signed yet. Secretary Zhao and I will go on a business trip to City S in the afternoon, and we have to inspect the project on the spot. If there are no problems, we should be able to sign the contract."
"Well, then you can entertain others well then."
"That's for sure!" Wang Cheng said excitedly, "This is a cooperation with Wan Zhuo. Once the news spreads, I don't know how many people will be jealous!"
Having said this, Wang Cheng admired the woman in front of him even more: "Madam, how do you get to know people from Wanzhuo? These connections are so powerful!"
Yang Qianyu smiled, not knowing how to respond, and sighed: "Maybe it's called... a coincidence!"
After Feng Moyan had reviewed and approved all the information, he sorted it out and put it into the folder. He looked up and saw that the woman was still feeling proud, and an indescribable... awkwardness suddenly flashed across her handsome face.
"It's no problem. I've signed all the parts that need to be signed. If the negotiation can be successfully completed, they can just sign over there." Handing the document over, Feng Moyan simply explained.
"Yes, I'll leave for the airport right now." Wang Cheng took the document, turned around and left neatly.
Yang Qianyu stood at the end of the bed, staring at him silently.
The man looked back at her, his handsome face still awkward: "What do you want me to do? I have flowers on my face?"
She walked over, with bright and beautiful features and a slight smile, and sat down beside the bed. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Your face is much prettier than the flowers."
Yo?
Mr. Feng was surprised, he didn't expect her to say such a thing.
However, seeing the smile in the corners of her eyes and brows, Mr. Feng quickly remembered something and snorted coldly: "Better looking than that pretty face?"
Tsk tsk, I still remember his daughter’s words.
"Well... do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" The woman suppressed the laughter in her heart and rolled her big bright eyes, deliberately irritating him.
Seeing her playful look, Feng Moyan felt his heart beat faster. He couldn't help but stretched out his arms to hug her and pulled her towards him.
Staring closely at the woman's face, his tone seemed calm, but his molars were clenched so hard that he said, "It's up to you."
Hehe, the threat is so obvious, why do you still ask her to do it?
Does she have a choice?
Yang Qianyu couldn't help but laugh, staring at his stern face, trying to suppress the corner of her mouth, "Actually, you two... are handsome in different tastes. His kind... is gentle and handsome, with a bit of youthfulness, which is the moment.
The type that little girls like very much.”
As she explained in detail, she felt the big palms around her waist gradually tighten, and a dangerous aura slowly came.
Before she finished speaking, she already felt pain in her waist. She twisted, frowned and pushed the evil hand, "What are you doing? I haven't finished speaking yet. You are so handsome and mature.
She is cold, aloof and arrogant, and is more suitable for a strong and intellectual woman."
The big palm on her waist relaxed a little, she smiled, lowered her eyes to look at the man, nodded slightly, "For example - me."
It has to be said that Yang Qianyu pinched Mr. Feng's "seven inches" accurately.
This little love story is a textbook example.
Feng Moyan was indeed comforted. After she finished speaking, her dark eyes suddenly darkened. The palm that was originally resting on her waist moved up to her back, and with a little force, the woman was forced to pounce on him.
In arms.
At the same time, he turned his handsome face slightly, leaned his neck forward, staggered the bridges of their noses that were too good and straight, and kissed her pink lips accurately.
Qianyu didn't resist, she just felt that this guy was boring.
Yesterday, he was so angry that he ignored people and made sarcastic remarks. Today, he shamelessly asked for a kiss. He had such a bad temper. If you say he is a three-year-old child, you still don’t believe it!
Feng Moyan kissed her, feeling as if the sweet and soft touch had taken root in his heart. It wasn't that one kiss could comfort her. On the contrary, the more he kissed, the more fascinated she became, and he became more and more out of control.
"That's enough..." The woman cooperated at first, but after a few seconds, she saw that he was kissing him more and more deeply, so she couldn't help but raise her hands to swat, and turned her head to dodge.
Feng Moyan's eyes were heavy, and he looked at her with eyes that seemed to melt people.
After being pushed away, he looked calm, but there seemed to be dissatisfaction hidden in the calmness, and he just stared at her.
Yang Qianyu straightened her back and her eyes were almost parallel to his. Seeing him staring at her like this, she was a little confused: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"
Only then did the expression on the man's face change, and he said: "Don't praise other men in the future!"
"Cheapskate."
"Stingy? So now I praise other women in front of you on how beautiful they are, and you don't like it?"
Yang Qianyu blinked slightly and said: "As long as the woman you praise is so beautiful that I find it attractive, then I can enjoy it with you!"
It is purely an appreciation of beauty and has nothing to do with gender.
"..." Mr. Feng was left speechless by what she said, and he let go of his hand in disinterest and lay back.
Yang Qianyu saw the tired look on his face, so she got up and helped him clear the small table on the bed and put the computer aside.
"It's noon. Do you want to eat and rest, or should you sleep for a while and get up to eat?"
The man glanced at the packing box on the small table and asked, "What did you bring?"
"What you like to eat."
"Isn't it that private kitchen again?"
"Oh, you have a beautiful idea! I don't have the time to go so far to pack a lunch for you. I just bought it from a roadside restaurant."
Seeing that he remained silent, Yang Qianyu went to get the lunches and laid them out one by one on the small table on the bed.
Then handed the chopsticks to his hand.
"Do you want me to feed you with my own hands?" Seeing that his face was still cold and indifferent, Yang Qianyu deliberately mocked him.
Unexpectedly, Feng Moyan raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, the expression on his face did not change, but the words he blurted out made her blush with embarrassment.
He said: "I prefer you to feed me yourself."
Yang Qianyu gritted her teeth and stared at him angrily. After a moment, she spat out one word: "Get out!"
The man then smiled and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
Yang Qianyu dragged a chair over and sat leaning against the back of the chair to make it easier to pick up food.
The two of them chatted while eating.
Yang Qianyu: "Wang Cheng had a good talk with Wan Zhuo this morning?"
Feng Moyan: "Well, Wan Zhuo has also been looking for cross-border cooperation in recent years. This is an opportunity and I want to try it."
"That's great. You have carefully selected Feng Yun's projects. They are promising and they will definitely take a fancy to them."