After all, how can a man who can even abandon his own closest family members be expected to be kind to a so-called lover who has no blood connection?
Love is full of variables. Once the passion subsides and the hormones are burned out, he will definitely become more cold-blooded than when he abandoned his family.
Some things need to be considered calmly after time has passed.
Feng Moyan didn't expect that she would consider this. The surprise on his face continued as he stared at her blankly.
Qianyu smiled and suddenly reached out and flicked it between his eyebrows, "Why are you so dazed?"
He suddenly came back to his senses, frowned slightly, pulled down her naughty hand and held it in his palm again, and suddenly asked with emotion: "Do people become more transparent and free as they live more?"
Yang Qianyu understood what he meant, nodded and said: "It should be so. After all, you are young and ignorant. Only after you have experienced a lot will you realize that the obstacles that you once thought you couldn't get over will not count when you look back.
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"But you have lived such a clear life, will you leave me again one day?" He asked seriously, worried.
Yang Qianyu looked at his serious and worried face and couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr. Feng, these words really don't come from you. To be honest, men are not necessary for me, but fathers are unique to children.
Yes!"
It's not necessary for her...
Mr. Feng was hurt by these words and became more and more sad, "Then I think you'd better not be so transparent, or even continue to hate me."
"Please...why have you become a resentful husband?"
"Nothing..." Mr. Feng drooped his face, embarrassed to say that he thought he would no longer be worthy of her after she recognized her ancestors and returned to the clan.
But Yang Qianyu knew him better.
After looking at it carefully and thinking about her mother's diary, she guessed: "Are you worried that I will abandon you after I get to know Mr. Zhuo?"
"How come? I am such a low-confidence person?" Someone immediately cheered up and hurriedly retorted.
But he retorted too quickly, which made Yang Qianyu even more convinced.
"Gee, I can't believe it... the successor of the dignified Feng family, the CEO of Feng Yun Group, would one day be so worried about gains and losses, and belittle himself."
Seeing his handsome face getting darker and darker, Yang Qianyu became more and more happy, and then teased: "Don't worry, if you still be my dog-legged slave like you just did... uh no..."
Unexpectedly, Yi Deyi said what was in her heart. She quickly stopped and glanced at the man quickly. Seeing that he didn't seem to notice, she immediately changed her words and said, "I mean, if you are still as caring about me as you were just now, I will naturally
I won't be ungrateful, at least for the sake of the children, there will still be a place for you in this family."
How could Feng Moyan not know what she was going to say just now? He smiled and didn't care: "Are you going to be your dog-legged slave so that I can keep pestering you?"
"You said that yourself."
"Okay, a dog's legs are a dog's legs, and a slave is a slave. Anyway, just let me sleep at night."
Feng Moyan's inner os: You go too far during the day, and I sleep too much at night.
In matters between men and women, no matter what time, men can never suffer.
"You..." Yang Qianyu didn't expect that one second he was a sworn brother, and the next second he could flirt evilly. She was speechless, quickly glanced at the children playing in the living room, and scolded.
, "What nonsense are you talking about! What do you think it would be like to let the children hear it!"
"What's the point? Only when parents love each other can children be mentally healthy. I'm teaching this through words and deeds."
"..." She was really unable to answer, so she rolled her eyes and stood up to leave.
Mr. Feng turned the wheelchair and looked at the woman's graceful leaving figure. His thin lips were slightly hooked, and he was already thinking about how to sleep...
But it’s these legs——
He counted the days and was about to go back to the hospital for a follow-up examination. He didn't know when he could start rehabilitation.
He had to get better soon.
Otherwise, if she really goes away after recognizing her ancestors and returning to the clan, whether voluntarily or passively, it will not be a good thing - if she can't leave the wheelchair by then, how can she pursue her wife?
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Yang Guohua held himself up in the hospital for a week and had to be rescued almost once or twice every day. His body, which was already in a state of disrepair after jumping off the building, was riddled with holes from the doctor's scalpel.
Finally, on a thundering night, he breathed his last.
Yang Zijun just went back to wash up that night, but then there was a heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and he couldn't get a taxi. He didn't go back to the hospital that night, thinking of waiting to go there early the next morning.
Unexpectedly, just as I fell asleep at night, my cell phone rang.
When he rushed to the hospital while riding a shared bicycle, his father Yang Guohua had closed his eyes for an hour and his body had no warmth.
"I'm sorry, Master Yang. My condolences." The doctor on duty in the intensive care unit bowed apologetically to him, turned and left.
Soon, the deceased covered with white cloth was pushed out by the medical staff.
Yang Zijun stared blankly, not crying, nor showing any emotion or sadness.
After a while, when the carts were gone, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out his cell phone to make a call.
Yang Qianyu was hugged tightly by Feng Moyan because she was afraid of thunder and lightning. When her phone rang, she didn't hear it for a while, but Feng Moyan woke up first.
"What's wrong?" The man behind her stood up, and she suddenly opened her eyes and asked vaguely.
"Your phone number." Feng Moyan had already reached for her mobile phone. When he saw the caller ID on it, his face sank slightly, "Yang Zijun, it's probably the hospital..."
Yang Qianyu woke up instantly, sat up and answered the call.
"Sister, my dad is leaving tonight and I want to tell you."
Yang Zijun's voice entered his ears mixed with thunder. Yang Qianyu became very calm after hearing it, paused and said, "My condolences."
"Well, hung up."
After he finished speaking, he hung up without any hesitation.
Yang Qianyu listened to the blind voice in her ears, put down her phone, and looked at the man staring at her, "Yang Guohua is dead."
Feng Moyan didn't say anything, he just hugged her again and said, "Go to sleep. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Actually, it's nothing.
Yang Guohua has his own son, and no matter what, it is not her, the unpopular daughter's, turn to take care of it.
What's more, they are no longer even father and daughter.
Lying down in the man's arms again, she thought she would not be able to sleep for a long time, but unexpectedly, she actually slept surprisingly soundly.
At night, she had a dream.
I dreamed that my mother was back and riding a bicycle with Uncle Zhuo on the streets of the ancient town.
The sun penetrated the branches, casting flickering light and shadow. They laughed all the way. There was no beating of mandarin ducks, no mistakes, no parting or death, no fighting for love.
She shouted in her heart: Mom, the bad guy who harmed you has finally been punished. He will go to hell and will not disturb your peace.