Feng Moyan's body is still recovering, and the doctor has repeatedly told him to lie down in bed and not sit for long periods of time.
Therefore, after meeting Zhuo Yueluan, he took care of the important and urgent business and went back with Yang Qianyu.
Along the way, Qianyu didn't speak.
Feng Moyan kept holding her hand and observed her carefully for a while, then asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"
She turned back, shook her head, and whispered: "I didn't think about anything... I felt very confused, but my mind was blank."
So I just let it go and didn't think about anything.
Feng Moyan understood her mood and pulled her into his arms with a slight force on his hand.
"I once read a poem in a book and thought it was very well written."
Qian Qian raised her head slightly in his arms: "What poem?"
"It's a Portuguese poet. The poem is called: Every day you are unhappy is not yours."
Feng Moyan held her in his arms, and the two of them leaned closely against each other as the car slowly swayed.
His voice was low and charming, and he recited the poem softly.
"Every day you are unhappy is not yours; you just waste it. No matter how you live, as long as you are unhappy, you have not lived. The sunset is reflected in the pond, if it is enough to make you happy, then love, wine
, or laughter, it is insignificant. A happy person is one who draws happiness from small things and does not refuse it every day, a natural gift!"
Yang Qianyu lay quietly in his arms, never dreaming that a decisive businessman like Feng Moyan would one day recite such a beautiful and profound modern poem to her in such a sensational and sophisticated manner.
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After hearing this, she still raised her head from the man's arms and stared at him blankly.
Feng Moyan noticed it and lowered his eyes to look at her, with a smile on his sexy thin lips, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this."
Yang Qianyu raised her hand and put it against his forehead, "I want to see if you have a fever."
"..." Mr. Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and gave her a chestnut in annoyance, which landed on her forehead.
"Ah! What are you doing!" Qianyu winced in pain and stood up from his arms.
"Aren't you women all romantic and sensational? It's rare that I racked my brains to remember this poem and wanted to comfort you, and you responded to me like this?"
Mr. Feng pretended to be displeased and retracted his arm, looking like "I'm very angry."
After Yang Qianyu touched her forehead and saw that he was still angry, she smiled again and took the initiative to hold his arm.
"I was just kidding you."
"Not funny."
"Okay, then I was wrong." Yang Qianyu was adaptable and immediately apologized and said seriously, "That poem is indeed very well written. Every day you are unhappy is not yours - so, we
Everyone should be happy and don’t be enveloped by those bad things all the time.”
Mr. Feng was coaxed by her soft words and quickly walked down the steps. Hearing this, he turned to look at her again, "Don't just talk about it with your mouth. Whether you are happy or not is written on your face."
So he felt distressed after seeing it, but there was nothing he could do.
"No. It has already happened, but it has only been exposed now. It doesn't help that I am sad. I just think of my mother and feel sorry for her."
"Well..." Feng Moyan put his arms around her shoulders again and leaned head to head with hers, "I understand you, so I will give you some time to remember you, but not for too long. I believe that Auntie's spirit in heaven doesn't want to see this either.
Until you feel depressed and unhappy because of her."
"Okay." She responded obediently, leaned into the man's arms again, and sighed sincerely, "Mo Yan... we are lucky. We can meet again if we miss it. From now on, we will cherish it."
"Of course, I will hold you firmly this time. No one or anything will separate us."
She didn't speak, but her quiet and beautiful face showed a happy and shallow smile, and her arms hugged him tighter.
When he was about to get home, Feng Moyan remembered something.
"Qianqian, now that everything has settled, do you want to consider moving to Yuyuan? The space there is larger and living here is more comfortable."
Yang Qianyu thought for a while and shook her head, "It's too troublesome to move here and there, so let's live like this for now. Why, do you think this place is not worthy of your status as CEO?"
The man smiled and said, "Am I that kind of person? Besides, I am just a down-and-out CEO now and have no qualifications to put on airs. Don't I feel sorry for you and the children?"
Yang Qianyu glanced at him, "After all, we live in a villa. What's there to feel bad about? I know what you mean, but you also have to understand my persistence. We have always been unjust and I don't want to move to the Royal Garden.
, let people gossip. Living here, I feel comfortable and at ease, which is good."
When it came to the fact that the name was not justified, Feng Moyan lost his temper again, "You didn't ask for it yourself? I made several appointments to get the certificate, but you always ran away."
As soon as this topic was mentioned, Mr. Feng became the estranged brother.
Yang Qianyu knew that she was in the wrong and was about to comfort him when the car had stopped.
The driver got out of the car and opened the door for them, helping Feng Moyan get out.
While slamming the car door, the driver suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "Madam, I went to wash the car yesterday and saw some sundries in the trunk. Do you still need them? If not, I will move them out and throw them away later."
Sundries?
Yang Qianyu was stunned for a moment and didn't think about it for a moment.
It wasn't until the driver opened the trunk and pointed out the bags to her that she suddenly realized.
"I want it! Please help me move into the house."
"Okay." The driver agreed and picked up a few packages from the trunk.
Yang Qianyu pushed Feng Moyan and the two of them walked to the back.
"What's this?"
"They are some relics from my mother and my grandparents."
"Relic?"
Seeing that the man's face was even more confused, she explained: "Aren't the courtyard houses in the ancient town being renovated? I went there on the day the construction started. As I told you, I didn't expect that there were a lot of things in the utility room. The designer asked
Do you still want it? I took a look and found a lot of my mother’s relics. I couldn’t bear to throw them away, so I picked out those and brought them back.”
Only then did Feng Moyan understand and suggested: "You can find a suitable day and burn it for them."
"Well, that's what I think too." She planned to keep one or two pieces as a souvenir and send the rest over there.
After returning home, Feng Moyan went to bed to rest.
The children haven't finished school yet and the house is quiet.
Yang Qianyu settled the man down, came out of the living room, saw the things on the coffee table, walked over, and sat down.
I casually opened the relics and found some certificates and honors, all belonging to my grandfather. There were several old photo albums containing photos of my grandparents, and of course more photos of my mother.
She flipped through the albums one by one and decided to keep these photo albums as souvenirs, so she picked them out and put them aside.
There was something left in the bag, so she poured it all out.
Seeing those notebooks with yellowed covers, she took them over curiously to see what was written inside.
Unexpectedly, when I opened it and took a look, I was surprised.