Yang Qianyu's eyes widened in surprise, sat up, and was stunned for several seconds before asking with a smile and confusion: "What happened after you...when I left? Did you suddenly change your mind?"

The man also raised a smile on his lips, with a hint of sighing in his tone, "Nothing happened... I just thought of making you unhappy, so I checked myself... In fact, I really didn't believe you. If you gave so much for me, how could I not believe you?"

What he fears is that people's words are terrifying.

What I am afraid of is that the Zhuo family and son have other plans.

But then I thought about it, if someone really had that thought, they wouldn't be able to escape by hiding.

It would be better for him to take the initiative to go to meet Mr. Zhuo in person.

By the way, thank you in person.

People who love each other should always think about how to fight side by side, rather than sticking to their own opinions for a small matter and not being able to reconcile them.

He is a man, so he should be generous and tolerant.

Yang Qianyu was naturally happy with his active change and wanted him to accompany him, but his current physical condition was really impossible to take risks.

After thinking about it, she still advised seriously: "Forget it tonight, wait for you better, next time we will take the initiative to make an appointment with someone in advance."

Feng Moyan also thought for a while, "Or I would ask the doctor, if I can go out for one night, I will accompany you."

"All right."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Moyan asked the nurse to find the director.

However, Zhuo Yilin was also here with the director.

"Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?" Zhuo Yilin looked at Feng Moyan in disbelief after hearing the nurse's words, and his eyes fell to his legs again, with an extremely serious expression. "The legs are yours. If you don't take them seriously, no matter how powerful the doctor is, you can't do anything to you."

The director saw Zhuo Yilin's face so serious for the first time, and quickly smoothed out the situation and advised him with a kind voice: "Mr. Feng, I can understand your mood, but your current situation must be in bed and resting, and wait until the motor nerves of both legs are stable before they can move slightly."

Feng Moyan looked at his legs fixed by a splint and felt quite weak.

Of course, he hopes to get better sooner than anyone else. If something unexpected happens to this trip affects the recovery of his legs, it will definitely not be worth the loss.

But seeing Zhuo Yilin made him feel uneasy again.

Just don't beat around the bush.

"What did your father do when he had a meal with Qianyu? With their relationship, there is no need to meet so often, right? Don't think you can do whatever you want after helping me twice."

Zhuo Yilin was looking down at the medical record, and raised his eyes when he heard this, as if he was surprised: "My dad asked Xiaoqing for dinner? So you are anxious to be discharged from the hospital tonight. Is this because of this?"

Feng Moyan ignored it, with a solemn and cold face.

Zhuo Yilin closed the medical record and threw it back into the storage box at the end of the bed. He also hung the pen back on the chest of the white coat: "I don't know that my father had made an appointment with Xiaoqing, but I think I'll just talk about it casually, which may be related to Xiaoqing's mother's deeds."

After saying that, he snorted in a funny way: "Mr. Feng, you are a little too much, right? My father can be Xiaoqing's father at the age of his life. Could it be that he has any unreasonable thoughts?"

Feng Moyan also sneered, "Who can guarantee that your father doesn't want to eat young grass when he knows people and faces but not your heart. Maybe he missed it when he was young, and now he wants to make up for it, it's not surprising that some perverted ideas are."

Several medical staff led by the director stood aside, quietly and quietly, all of them quietly holding their gossipy ears.

Zhuo Yilin heard him slandering his bloody mouth, shook his head helplessly, and turned around and left, leaving only a sentence: "She is an independent and free person, and you can't look at her all your life."

After leaving the ward, Zhuo Yilin took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yang Qianyu on WeChat.

Yang Qianyu, who had just left the cafe and returned to the car, heard the phone ringing and thought it was Feng Moyan who came back.

I opened WeChat and saw it, and was surprised.

Why did Zhuo Yilin know about this?

Seeing that Feng Moyan should not move and go out now, she quickly responded: OK, I understand!

After reading WeChat, she wanted to contact Feng Moyan and advised him to lie down in the hospital.

When she was about to call, she suddenly thought of something and gave up her thoughts.

She asked immediately, and Feng Moyan must have known that Dr. Zhuo told her at the first time that with that guy's jealous temperament, he was about to sulk again.

After looking at the time, the kindergarten was about to end, so she simply went to pick up the children first.

While waiting for the traffic light on the way, I received a message from Feng Moyan.

[Doctor Zhuo said that you can't go out, so you can't go there with you tonight.]

That Dr. Zhuo...

This name sounds quite polite.

She was driving and replied directly: "I know, just lie down honestly. I will only appear sincere when we take the initiative to invite you next time. I will go to kindergarten now, pick up the third primary school after school, and where will I send you?"

Feng Moyan also replied with a voice: "You send them here now and pick them up again in the evening?"

"Yes, I'll try to get early."

She devoted all her heart to herself and the children, so Feng Moyan could naturally feel it, and secretly convinced herself to let go.

"Okay, then I'll hurry up and sleep for a while."

Hearing his tone, it seemed as if the children were demons, Yang Qianyu couldn't help laughing.

———

In the evening, Yang Qianyu arrived at the private restaurant in advance. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yueluan had arrived and was having tea with Boss He.

Seeing Yang Qianyu, Zhuo Yueluan raised his hand and signaled her to come over.

She quickly stepped forward and greeted the two of them with a smile and polite smile.

Boss He stood up, "The girl is here, then you can chat with you Uncle Zhuo. I'm going to the kitchen to work hard."

"Please trouble Boss He."

"What are you saying?"

Yang Qianyu sat down, and Zhuo Yueluan handed her a newly brewed cup of tea.

"Yilin called me and said that you were worried that you would be a little restrained when eating with me alone, so I didn't want a private room. The view here is wide and the scenery is good. It's good to sit outdoors in this weather." Zhuo Yueluan spoke warmly and slowly, with a calm and free and easy look at the world's storm.

Yang Qianyu is a smart man. He suddenly heard the implicit meaning and smiled embarrassedly, explaining: "Mo Yan is too cautious and thinks a little bit too much in everything, but he has no malice, just afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings. And tonight, he originally wanted to come with me and be a partner, and thank you for your generous help, but Dr. Zhuo said that he cannot go out in his current situation, so he was unable to come."

Although the two are always stumbling when they are together, Yang Qianyu still maintains his image as a man in front of outsiders.

"When he recovers better, you will come here next time and we will let him thank you in person."

People with the identity of Zhuo Yueluan don’t care whether others thank you or not. He waved his hand: “No need, I gave this opportunity for you and your mother. After all, I’m interested in Feng Yun’s signature and the prospects of the project itself.”

"Yes, I understand, but we are still very grateful."

Time is getting closer to the peak of dining, and guests who have made reservations in advance arrive one after another, passing through the corridor not far behind them, and entering the private room.

The waiter came over to put the soup down with a pot of soup. Yang Qianyu stood up and reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl from Zhuo Yueluan. "Uncle Zhuo, I'll help you serve the soup."

"Okay, be careful, don't get hot."

Some things in this world always happen the more you escape.

If Zhuo Yueluan had not taken Feng Moyan's idea into consideration and specifically chose the location where people came and went to and from outdoors, perhaps what would have happened next...
Chapter completed!