"I don't mean that. I feel that living here is aggrieved you."

This townhouse was compensated by someone else.

He looked down upon and never thought of moving in.

The Imperial Garden is his favorite place. He asked someone to design and build it with care at home and outside. After Xixi, he asked someone to build a small amusement park in the backyard.

The two of them lived in the past, and it seemed a little deserted.

Now there are three more little guys, and it's just so lively.

"What's wrong with me? I'm not that pretentious. I feel wronged when living in a villa. Is that person living in a unit building and a village in the city still alive?" Yang Qianyu threw a light sentence, pushed him to the restaurant, and instructed Aunt Rong to twist a hot towel over to wipe his hands.

Between the lines, there is a look like a hostess.

Feng Moyan looked at her, her eyes and eyebrows were gentle, "It's good that you don't dislike it. However, there is no reason for our family to separate. When all this is settled, we will go and do our business and then hold a wedding in a grand manner. I will bring the convoy here to welcome you to the Imperial Garden openly. How about it?"

Yang Qianyu frowned slightly and looked at him: "Are you confused?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Your sister passed away. Logically, your family cannot do weddings within three years, and it is still full of glory! Do you want to make me scolded again?"

Feng Moyan looked surprised. He first looked at her, then turned to Aunt Rong, "Is there such a saying?"

Aunt Rong explained: "A person in the family passed away. It is reasonable to be filial, and it is indeed not appropriate to hold weddings. But the custom of our Jiangcheng is to either hold the wedding within a hundred days after the death of a relative, or... it will have to wait for three years."

"Within a hundred days..." Feng Moyan was secretly happy, looked at the woman and said quickly, "It's OK within a hundred days! We will..."

Yang Qianyu glanced at him again, "Where is your mother? Are you trying to hold a wedding with great fanfare, but you don't even show up?"

Speaking of this...

Feng Moyan remembered the accusation he had given to his parents in the ward that day, and his face quickly calmed down, "They are really terrible. If they want to wait until they agree, I am afraid I will never have to get married in my life."

The topic suddenly became heavier.

Yang Qianyu changed the topic: "Okay, let's have a meal, I won't talk about this anymore."

When the family reunites, there is always constant joy and laughter.

The three children are very relaxed. In the past, the boss was a little more restrained and steady. Now, maybe because he got his father back, he subconsciously felt that he had a father to support this family and he didn't have to act as a little adult, so he was much more lively.

From eating until after nine o'clock, I never stopped at one, one, three, and three.

Later, Aunt Rong had a wink and pulled the children to mutter in her ears. The little guys immediately yawned and said in a muffled voice: "Dad, we are sleepy and are going to bed. You go and play with your mother!"

Feng Moyan touched his youngest son's head and pretended to be reserved: "It's okay, Dad can accompany you again. Can you tell you bedtime stories?"

"Forget it... we are already mature and sensible children, so we won't bother our parents to kiss."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing that his father's face turned red, the children ran away with laughter.

After dinner, Yang Qianyu was busy packing up the things he purchased during the day. As soon as he returned to the living room, he heard the children say "Don't disturb my parents and kiss me", and his face turned red for a while.

When the little guys ran away, she walked towards the man, and said with awkward and shy expression: "I really don't know who I learned from. I've even started to be unreasonable at such a young age."

Feng Moyan looked calm and stared at her with burning eyes, "Why is this not serious? I will consider it for my parents, what a good child."

"..." Yang Qianyu was too lazy to pay attention to him. He looked up at the wall clock on the wall and sighed quietly in his heart, "It's getting late. Should I ask the driver to come and pick you up, or let A Quan take you back?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Did I say I'm leaving today?"

"You won't leave?" She was secretly happy, but nothing was revealed on her face.

"The children have created opportunities for us so consciously. If I leave, wouldn't they be useless to be kind?"

"..." Can this person speak well?

Of course it's okay if you don't leave, but it's just... there is no elevator in this villa, so how can he go upstairs like this?

Thinking of this, Yang Qianyu became embarrassed again.

"But you don't leave... I guess you're going to sleep on the sofa tonight."

Mr. Feng looked around and understood, with a slightly stunned expression, "There is no elevator here?"

"You don't know your own property?"

"..." Mr. Feng was speechless this time - he said he had never been here.

What should I do?

He stayed and wanted to hold Qianqian to sleep. Now that he can't go upstairs, how can he hug him?

But the sofa is so wide, Qianqian is so thin...

When Yang Qianyu saw his eyes falling on the sofa, an evil light flashed between his eyebrows and eyes, he immediately understood and said first: "Don't want me to squeeze into the sofa with you! If you don't have face, I'm still ashamed!"

What do parents think when they hugged each other in the living room and slept on the sofa, asking the children to see it?

What do Aunt Rong and A Quan think?

Mr. Feng lobbies: "Everyone won't care."

"I care! And I feel uncomfortable sleeping when I squeezed!"

"Okay...what should I do? It's so late, do you have the heart to drive me away?" Mr. Feng began to pretend to be pitiful again.

Yang Qianyu sighed, rubbed his chin, looked around, and didn't know what to do.

In fact, there is a room on the first floor, but there is no bed, and there are still miscellaneous items inside.

Can't you buy a bed now?

Feng Moyan sat in a wheelchair and went to find a way by himself.

Sure enough, he quickly found the room on the first floor.

"It's okay to clean up here and make a floor shop?"

"Taking the floor?" Yang Qianyu's eyes widened in surprise, walked up to look at the room, and then glanced at Mr. Feng, "These three words come from you, it's so scary - are you serious?"

The rich young master has been living a luxurious life since he was a child, and is now "down" to the ground.

Feng Moyan knew what she meant and didn't care. "I'm happy to sleep with you, let alone the floor, I'll enjoy the doghouse."

"..." Yang Qianyu endured the smear and gave him a blank look, "You go to sleep in the doghouse, I won't go."

However, his proposal was not bad.

Today I bought things and made a lot of cardboard boxes, put them open and spread them underneath, and then "stole" the splicing floor mats in the children's room, and lay a layer of bedding on it...

After making up his mind, Yang Qianyu took action immediately.

She was busy and went in and out, while Mr. Feng was sitting in a wheelchair and could not help but command anything.

When stealing floor mats from children's rooms, it was like a thief.

The woman was so busy that her back was sore. She stood up and plucked her hair. Seeing that he was still pointing fingers, she said that it was crooked here and slanted there, and it was necessary to spread it thicker to feel comfortable. She threw a cold eyes in anger, "Shut up! If you have the ability, come and put it on!"
Chapter completed!