"If it's not possible, then it's just an excuse because people don't like me. But it doesn't matter anymore. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just drive and hang up first."
She spoke in a relaxed tone and hung up the phone without waiting for Qianyu's response.
The car started and drove away, but she still couldn't help crying...
I really like it, I really don't want to let it go, but I really...can't help it.
Tears quickly blurred her eyes, and she forced herself to drive the car out of the basement. She was worried that an accident would occur in this situation, so she quickly pulled over and parked the car.
Lying weakly on the steering wheel, this time, she no longer suppressed and vented happily.
Next to me, a Cayenne passed by slowly.
The man in the driver's seat looked sideways when he saw the illegally parked vehicle on the roadside with double flashes.
Just at this passing glance, I could clearly see the girl lying on the steering wheel with trembling shoulders.
His warm and clear eyes darkened instantly, he pursed his lips, looked away, and sped away.
Feeling uneasy, Zhuo Yilin took out his mobile phone at the traffic light and wanted to contact Yang Qianyu to ask her to pay attention to Fisher's situation.
But then I thought about it, since it was destined to be impossible, why would we do such a misleading behavior?
It seems affectionate, but in fact it is superfluous.
Finally, I gave up the idea.
I hope she can get out of this fruitless relationship quickly and return to the cheerful, free and confident, even a little heartless, silly girl she once was.
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After Yang Qianyu found out that her best friend was rejected, she was in a bad mood along the way.
When he got home, Feng Moyan saw her worried. Thinking of the two sentences he had just chatted on WeChat, his handsome face suddenly sank: "What's wrong? That Zhuo Yilin is giving you a hard time?"
She shook her head and sat down by the bed, "No, but...it was a waste of time for him to make things difficult."
"Fisher? What's wrong?"
"Hey...it's not really embarrassing. After we finished eating, we went down to the underground parking lot. Dr. Zhuo said he had something to talk to Fei Fei, so I left first. After a while, I called Fei Fei.
Phone, I thought they could have some sparks, but who knew..."
She looked at Feng Moyan sadly and said nothing else.
Mr. Feng understood, his expression was calm, and he said calmly: "There's nothing good about that kind of pretty boy. With Fisher's conditions, it's not like he can't find a man."
Yang Qianyu glared at him and said, "Doctor Zhuo's conditions are not good enough? Can you speak without any personal emotions?"
"Then what should I do? People look down on your bestie."
Yang Qianyu sighed, powerless...
"Fei Fei must be very sad. She hung up the phone before I could comfort her."
Seeing his beloved woman frowning, Mr. Feng felt distressed. He held her hand and asked, "Then what can you do? Play matchmaker for her?"
"Hey... forget it, she has no thoughts now."
After running for a long time, she was a little tired. She yawned and said angrily: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."
She stood up to leave, but was grabbed by the man.
"what?"
"Where are you going to sleep?"
His eyes were ambiguous, he held the woman's hand, and at the same time glanced towards his side, his meaning was obvious.
Qianyu curled her lips, "Aren't you still busy?"
There are documents in his hand and on the small table on the bed.
"How can work be more important than sleeping with you?" Mr. Feng said his love story naturally.
The woman's cheeks felt hot, but she didn't hesitate. She stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her outer clothes and lay down.
While she was taking off her clothes, Feng Moyan conveniently collected the documents scattered on the bed and put them on the bedside table.
When she lay down, he also dropped the pillow.
The two faced each other, breathing each other. Yang Qianyu didn't feel anything at first. After being stunned for a second, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked down, and asked in surprise: "Can you turn over on your own?"
When he couldn't move his lower body before, he needed help from others even to turn over.
Now...can you turn sideways on your own?
"Yes." Mr. Feng's handsome face smiled, and his eyes were filled with joy, "I only discovered today that I can clearly feel my lower limbs."
Yang Qianyu was so happy that her sleepiness was driven away. She raised her head and looked at him and said, "During the meal, Dr. Zhuo also said that you should wait for a review in half a month. If you are back to normal, you can start rehabilitation. Then he will
Contact Director Chen to help you tailor a recovery plan!"
When Mr. Feng heard this, the joy on his face faded a bit, "Director Chen is very professional, there is no need for outsiders to get involved."
"Aren't you childish!" Knowing that he was being awkward again, Qian Qian slapped him bitterly and glared at him.
Feng Moyan was stunned for a moment, and then he grinded his teeth slightly, "You're in trouble now. You commit domestic violence at every turn! Do you think I can't do anything to you?"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his arms and pressed the woman into the pillow, then leaned over with his upper body, trapping her firmly.
"Ah...what are you doing? You're pressing my hair!" Qianyu exclaimed, laughing, shouting, and slapping her.
Feng Moyan was startled, and quickly moved his arm to pull down all her hair.
Then, without any explanation, his handsome face bent down and covered up her exclamations with a kiss.
"Um...what are you doing? It's broad daylight——"
I knew that he had no good intentions in letting me sleep here, but I didn't expect that he would just pounce on me in broad daylight with the curtains not even drawn.
His body is getting better, but he is not completely recovered. Does he still think he can carry out something to the end?
But even though she protested on her lips, when she was enveloped by his breath, she still surrendered spinelessly.
I have to say that even though they have been separated for four or five years, this guy is still the one who understands her body best.
It can even be said that she knows better than herself.
In just two minutes of intimacy, her body had changed beyond her imagination. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked at the man leaning above her with misty eyes, all without saying a word...
Feng Moyan looked at her with pity, and the strong longing that swept through his heart almost burned his whole body, but when he instinctively wanted more, the cumbersome body brought him back to reality.
He closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead jumping faintly, and after a moment, he fell back on the bed.
Qianyu blushed and turned towards him. It was clear that her situation was not much better, but she still deliberately teased him: "So, are you asking for trouble?"
He opened his eyes and stared at the woman with eyes so hot that they seemed to melt her.
"Are you very proud?"
"My little lady doesn't dare..." She replied with a smile, leaned over and deliberately kissed the corner of the man's mouth, then turned over and got up, "I'd better go to another room to sleep, otherwise neither of us will be able to live well."
After she finished speaking, she left. When she closed the door, she deliberately turned back and gave her a seductive look.
Feng Moyan lay there, regretting that he couldn't move now, otherwise he could let her slip away from his bed in a grand way?
You can't beat her so hard that she can't get out of bed for three days!
Seeing her giggling and closing the door, Mr. Feng closed his eyes impatiently and secretly vowed: When he recovers, he must settle all his "new and old grudges"!