Only when you have loved someone deeply can you understand the feeling of heartache and despair.
Feng Moyan saw that she was immersed in grief and her face was a little dazed, so he couldn't help but hold her hand tightly.
"Qianqian... It's also a relief for her to leave. Otherwise, Yang Guohua, that scum, will only make her hurt more seriously. And that Mr. Zhuo, he only wanted to find her now. I don't think he is a good thing. Auntie and
It may not be a pity that he missed it."
Yang Qianyu lowered her eyes, feeling complicated. She didn't know how to evaluate Director Zhuo now.
There was silence between the two people for a while. Yang Qianyu thought of something else and suddenly turned around and said: "By the way. Mr. Zhuo said that he hired a professional team to renovate the courtyard and asked my opinion. I said that since the courtyard belongs to
Of course it was based on his preference, but he still insisted on letting me go over and have a look."
After learning about the harm her mother suffered back then, Yang Qianyu returned to the polite side of calling Zhuo Yueluan "Mr. Zhuo".
Feng Moyan also felt it.
Knowing that she still had a attachment to that place in her heart, Feng Moyan nodded and said, "Go over and have a look when you have time. You can take more photos before starting construction. It will be a memory in the future."
"Okay, I think so too."
It was rare that after hearing the whole thing, he could consider it from her perspective, and the suggestions he made were in line with her wishes. The pain in Yang Qianyu's heart quickly disappeared, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh and leaned softly into his arms.
inside.
"Mo Yan...actually, I hated you."
As soon as these words came out, she clearly felt the man's body tighten, and the hand holding her shoulder also shook.
If she raised her head at this moment, she could still see the man's handsome and profound face, clearly filled with nervousness and fear.
"When I was pregnant with triplets, the doctor said there would be various complications, and I was worried every day. At first, I thought about coming back to find you, but all I could think of was your indifference and alienation towards me during our three-year marriage.
He was forbearing or even rejecting me when he got along with me, so I gave up the idea again."
"I told myself, no matter how difficult it is, even if it is so difficult that I cry bitterly late at night and feel that I will not survive until dawn, I can no longer look for you, and I can no longer throw my dignity to the ground and let you trample on it..."
Feng Moyan didn't expect that she would suddenly say this. Before she could finish her words, he couldn't help but dig her out of his arms and hurriedly clarified: "Qianqian, no, I was actually... I thought you
I don’t love me anymore. I thought you agreed to marry me just to treat grandma and repay grandpa for taking care of you..."
"I thought that my distrust of you and the harm my family had done to you made you extremely disappointed in me. How could I dare to hope that you would still have me in your heart..."
Yang Qianyu looked at him, her eyes moved slightly but she said nothing.
"Really, in fact, I have never been able to let you go. It's just that the hurt between us was too deep and the relationship was too fragile at that time, so no one dared to make any move again. When the three years were over, you couldn't wait to mention it to me.
After the divorce, I became even more convinced that you no longer love me and were just fulfilling your promise."
"Qianqian, whether you believe it or not, the only person I have loved in my life is you."
Since the two got back together, they have never analyzed their mental state when they divorced.
It was the first time Yang Qianyu heard him say this. In addition to being surprised and moved, she felt more regretful.
Why did they get to that point in the first place when things can be explained clearly in a few words?
After all, he is too young.
If you are too young, you will feel that everything does not matter; if you are too young, you will never know how to cherish it; if you are too young, no one will give up the so-called dignity and face.
Only after being tempered by life, will we wake up: It turns out that many things we once cared about are not worth mentioning in the face of being together.
Facing his affectionate eyes, Yang Qianyu moved her mouth, and after a while, she muttered: "Then you are at a disadvantage. I have really forgotten you, because only in that way can I not be so
Only through pain can I have the courage to arm myself as a female warrior, work hard for a career, and raise children."
"I understand, I understand everything." He felt extremely distressed and hugged the woman into his arms again, his deep voice trembling slightly, "It's my fault, you should forget about me. Even if you don't love me in the future, it doesn't matter.
, as long as you stay with me and accompany me with the children, you will be my greatest luck."
Qian Qian did not respond, but silently held his waist, "Mo Yan... let's not quarrel anymore, okay..."
Since falling in love again is so hard to come by, why waste time on quarrels and cold wars?
Feng Moyan understood what she meant, lowered his head and kissed her forehead repeatedly, solemnly promising: "Okay, let's not quarrel. If I lose my temper again, you will hit me, hit me hard."
She laughed and said angrily: "My hand hurts even if I hit you."
He also laughed, "Then use the sole of a shoe or a whip? I remember when I made mistakes when I was young, my grandfather would whip me with a whip."
"I'm not that violent..."
The two embraced each other, settling their differences, and their hearts were pulled together by love again.
Yang Qianyu felt his chin being grabbed and knew what he was going to do. She smiled slightly and raised her head to kiss him.
After a while, they gently separated from each other, she smiled silently, and wrapped her hands tighter around the man's waist.
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The next day, Yang Qianyu ordered Ah Quan to send the children to the Feng family's old house, and she drove to the ancient town.
While still on the road, I received a call from Feng Moyan.
"Hey, what are you doing?" She turned on the Bluetooth headset and asked lazily.
Feng Moyan's voice was a little serious, "Are you still on the way?"
"Well, we're almost there." After responding, she realized something was wrong with the man's voice, and Qian Qian immediately asked, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing. I'm afraid you'll be sleepy while driving alone, so I'll call and ask."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful! I'm an experienced driver!"
The two chatted for a while and hung up. Yang Qianyu lowered the speed of the car and Lincoln slowly drove onto the stone road of the ancient town.
When we arrived at the courtyard, the decoration masters had just arrived.
When the person in charge saw Yang Qianyu, he took the initiative to say hello: "Are you Miss Ruan? Mr. Zhuo said that he is not here often. If I have any questions, I can communicate with you. To facilitate contact, add a
WeChat.”
Yang Qianyu wanted to say no, but the man had already stretched out the WeChat QR code, so she had to take out her phone, scan the code, and apply as a friend.
However, she set the status to "Chat only" - she always set it this way for people she didn't know well to protect privacy.
"Okay, let's get busy first. Miss Ruan, please take a look at it."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Yang Qianyu entered the courtyard, stood in the courtyard, looked around carefully, and took many photos.
Thinking that Feng Moyan hadn't been here yet, she casually sent the photo over to show him.
Unsurprisingly, the man quickly responded with a voice message: "Don't worry, we will definitely be able to buy the yard back after a while."
Qianyu lamented: "But even if I buy it back, it will still be a different person."
As soon as I sent the voice message, the phone screen turned around and there was an incoming call.