Early in the morning, Yang Qianyu got up and was busy "serving" the three little ones.

The winter vacation is over and school is finally about to start.

The three brothers and sisters went to school together and took care of each other. Even the spoiled Xixi was not in a state of trouble. She wore a cheerful Chinese-style red dress and couldn't wait to attend the kindergarten opening ceremony.

Yang Qianyu sent them to the kindergarten, took a few photos with the children, watched them in, raised his wrist to look at the time, and quickly got into the car and rushed to the prison.

On the way, I received a call from Feng Moyan.

Seeing that he was willing to call, she probably lost her anger. She snorted coldly in her heart, answered with a faint response: "Hey."

Feng Moyan was also awkward, so his tone was as indifferent as her: "Does they start school today?"

"yes."

"Has been sent?"

"yes."

After hearing her tone, the man's tone finally fluctuated, with a slight reproach: "Why don't you call me before going to school? I can't send them to school in person. At least I should encourage you and say something."

The woman sneered: "Shouldn't this kind of thing be your father's initiative? We'll call you first?"

"..." This is reasonable and well-founded, and Mr. Feng was speechless.

"What, nothing to say?"

"..." Feng Moyan was silent for a moment, and did not answer this, and asked instead, "When will you come? I'm hungry..."

In fact, the nursing staff asked early in the morning whether to buy him breakfast.

He deliberately said no, but deliberately hungry.

Otherwise, how can you find a way out for yourself?

Yang Qianyu heard that he was asking for breakfast with confidence, and smiled even more clearly, and asked sarcastically: "I said yesterday that I would send you breakfast this morning? Why don't I remember?"

Feng Moyan was surprised: "If you don't give it to me, what will I eat?"

"Is there no canteen in the hospital? Is there no breakfast shop outside? You can't move your legs, and you can't speak your mouth." It seems that she should do something that can be solved by calling, but she thinks it is what she should do for granted.

Ha! Men are all habitual!

After hearing what she said, Feng Moyan was a little surprised and dissatisfied: "Then are you not here today? The children are all going to school, what are you doing?"

"What do you care about me? I am an adult, don't have some freedom and space to do with myself?"

Yang Qianyu retorted him again and said nothing.

Both sides were silent, but no one on both sides said he wanted to hang up the phone, just listening to each other's breathing quietly.

Yang Qianyu was actually not angry anymore, but felt that she was too proactive and active in taking care of her these days, and she really praised this person a little ignorant.

Perhaps some women enjoy the feeling of being controlled by men, and feel that men paying attention to their every move is a manifestation of love and care.

But she, Yang Qianyu, is not.

Even if she loves her, she hopes to have her own space.

She could take the initiative to mention it and chat with him, but she would not have to report everything she did every day to him.

So, even if she wasn't angry, she did not completely obey Feng Moyan.

If he is not allowed to realize this now and not let him restrain his desire for control and possessiveness, it will only become more and more serious in the future until he is bound to tighter and unable to breathe.

After both sides were silent for a long enough time, Yang Qianyu's tone softened a little, calling him: "Feng Moyan, are you still here?"

"Well..." the other side responded reluctantly and accused, "You always call me with your first name now."

"What should I call it?"

"What did you call me when you were a kid?"

"When I was a child, you still want me to call you Brother Amo in public? If you don't feel stingy, others will vomit."

"Then you shouldn't have your first name or surname."

While driving, Yang Qianyu shook his head helplessly, and a faint and pleasant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then get rid of his surname and call Mo Yan?"

"Sloppy."

Yang Qianyu suddenly remembered something and said, "Actually, I think there is a title that suits you very well."

“What’s the name?”

"Feng three years old."

“…”

"Really, Mr. Gong said that sometimes your words and deeds are at most three years old, and it's not enough for one more day."

"Are you angry with me?" Mr. Feng was obviously dissatisfied with the nickname.

"How dare I! Your face is broken at any time. Your nose is not the nose, and your eyes are not the eyes. I will say anything to you. I dare not breathe in front of you."

"Ha! I see you plucking hair on the tiger's head very happily. When did you see my face?"

"Yeah, you still know that you are a tiger."

"..." After accidentally surrounding himself, Feng Moyan was depressed and changed the topic again, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. What are you busy with? If you still find someone to raise money, there is no need. What you said yesterday, I thought about it later. If Wan Zhuo is willing to invest, the news of the cooperation between the two companies will definitely be beneficial to Feng Yun, and it is likely to drive a big rise in the stock price."

Yang Qianyu was a little surprised, "So, do you agree?"

"You have been looking for someone in a low voice, but I don't appreciate it yet. Wouldn't you be ungrateful? You did all this for me. I'm still angry and can't hurt your heart."

As Yang Qianyu listened to these words, the smug smile on his face became more and more obvious.

Not bad, much better than she thought.

At least, you can know how to reflect on yourself, analyze calmly, and be willing to let go of your dignity and pride and think from the perspective of others.

This is like a real man, able to bend and stretch!

Hearing the laughter from her side, Feng Moyan said a little aggrievedly: "I have listened to you, can you calm down, right?"

"I've been no longer angry!"

"Then let me die."

"I really have something to do today. My father got sick in prison and it was cancer. Yang Zijun came to me yesterday and said that he had applied for medical parole and I had to go there." Since he was willing to bow his head, Yang Qianyu was willing to take a step back, so he took the initiative to mention to him what he was busy with.

"What?" Feng Moyan was shocked, "Yang Guohua got cancer?"

"Well, rectal cancer is said to be discovered early. If you actively cooperate with the treatment, there is a great possibility of recovery."

"What do you care about this kind of father who is inferior to beasts?"

"I don't want to care, but Yang Zijun begs me, what can I do? He is pitiful, his parents are all in prison, and his father is still suffering from cancer. He has gone from a rich young master to a worker with no fixed place. Now his only wish is to save his own father. If I refuse, it would be too inhumane."

"What's more, he made the most contribution when he took back the property rights of the Siheyuan. He just thought I would give him a favor."

"Yeah." Feng Moyan answered her quietly, responded and said guiltily, "It's a pity that I'm lying on the bed now and can't accompany you. How much does it cost to treat him? Tell me, there's no more, I can still get it for 100,000 or 200,000."

All the cars under his name can be sold.

But there are still a lot of famous watches. If it doesn’t work, I can only ask Gong Beize to go home and pick a few watches to exchange for money.

Thinking of this makes me laugh.

Feng Moyan's life has been so legendary for so many years. When did he think of this day?

I actually survived by selling my collections.

Yang Qianyu didn't be polite to him. When he heard that he could raise 100,000 or 200,000, he immediately said, "I'm short of money! Then, you should help me raise money in the past two days, about 100,000 yuan."
Chapter completed!