"Mom, those people are brainless and bite everywhere like mad dogs, fearing that the world will not be in chaos. Could it be that you and dad are the same?" Feng Moyan was in a bad mood and directly retorted when he heard this.

Xu Hong was dissatisfied, "How did you say it! Am I asking you? There is no wind and no waves, and these words are always groundless."

Feng Moyan said firmly and toughly: "Since you are asking me, I will tell you clearly that she has no improper relationship with that man."

"Then how did she know that kind of character? They are willing to help her?"

After Xu Hong asked this, he found Feng Moyan’s confusion.

Since Zhuo Yueluan and Qianqian’s mother met and fell in love before marriage, then mother and Qianqian’s mother were also friends in the boudoir - why didn’t the mother know these things? Doesn’t she know Zhuo Yueluan?

Thinking of this, Feng Moyan did not answer his mother's question, but asked back: "Don't you know Mr. Zhuo from Wanzhuo Group?"

"Me?" Xu Hong was stunned, "How could I know him?"

"Didn't you and Qianqian's mother know each other before you leave the house?"

"Why did this involve Ruan Mingzhu again?" Xu Hong was even more confused.

Seeing that his mother had no idea, Feng Moyan's hope had just risen in his heart fell again.

It seems that the relationship between Qianqian's mother and Zhuo Yueluan was probably known to both families, but no one else knew about it.

After all, Zhuo Yueluan has a special identity and a rigorous style in the army. It should be due to this consideration and the relationship has not been made public.

Or maybe it was Zhuo Yueluan who had not considered the future at the beginning, maybe it was a scene, or maybe it was an objection from the family - so he also concealed the relationship from the outside.

"Mo Yan, are you talking? Is that man related to Ruan Mingzhu?" Xu Hong was not stupid either. She thought about it and understood after thinking about it.

But Feng Moyan doesn't want to talk much.

It is related to Qianqian's life experience, or to reveal the truth that he couldn't bear to look at after he was bloody and could not bear to look at. He didn't want to mention it to anyone, including his family.

"It's nothing. I believe her anyway. She is innocent. If you think of her contribution to helping each other twice, don't believe the messy words on the Internet, and say anything slandered her."

Xu Hong said innocently: "Your father and I can believe it, but others don't think so. These days... I have called many phone calls to find out what is true. They dare not ask you, but they all come to ask us, ask you and Yang Qianyu are separated, ask who the children's custody belongs to, I--"

"We are not separated, nor will we be separated, and the children will not belong to anyone." Feng Moyan used up his patience. Thinking that his mother was still ill and did not want to lose her temper with her, he had to say, "We will not go back to have a meal for the time being, so he will talk about it when we have the chance in the future."

Xu Hong was displeased when she heard this, "Why didn't you come back? We all took the initiative to invite you. Is this sincerity not enough? Did she not agree? I had to ask me to invite you in person and apologize in person to admit my mistake, right?"

"Mom, there are so many things now, so how can I have the energy to think about these things? It's because I don't have time and it's not her business." After saying this, he was afraid that he would be unable to hold back his temper if he continued to talk. He simply cared about it for a few words and things like paying attention to his health, and hung up.

Xu Hong was there, listening to the beeping sound in her ears, and was very angry.

"Look! This woman is not a good-looking person! We have finally changed our minds about her and are willing to accept her. I will give her a chance, but I won't appreciate it!"

Feng Zhenting could understand and comforted him: "They must be upset in the past few days. Wait a little longer, and there is no rush to be at this moment."

"Oh!" Xu Hong sighed heavily, "I don't know what kind of ecstasy that woman gave him!"

Feng Moyan hung up the phone, and the children ran over after the wheelchair.

"Dad, when will mom get up? We want to play with her." Xixi ran over and hugged her dad and acted coquettishly, "You haven't played games with us for a long time."

Feng Moyan forced his smile and shaved his daughter's nose with his fingers. "Dad is still playing the game of flying balloons with you in the hospital, why didn't he accompany you?"

"Oh, that doesn't count, I haven't had enough fun."

Looking at his daughter's innocent appearance, Feng Moyan thought of the scene of Qianqian's childhood, living under someone else's roof and helplessness.

"Baby, in the future... you have to be more obedient, care more about your mother, make her happy, do you understand?"

"Well, I'm the pistachio at home! Mom is happy when she sees me."

The little girl didn't understand the profound meaning of adults' words. Feng Moyan smiled and turned around the wheelchair, "Let's go, Dad play with you."

———

When people are extremely depressed, crying is also a way to vent.

Yang Qianyu hasn't cried like this for many years. Even if he divorced, even if his life was on the verge of childbirth, even if he was tired from taking care of his children in his career and collapsed, he would not dare to let him vent his tears completely.

Until now, because of the support and support behind her, she dared to relax. Through her tragic experiences during her lifetime, she vented all the bitterness, difficulty, hard work, grievances, and even pains that she suppressed over the years through tears.

She cried until she was exhausted and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

In the dream, she returned to her mother.

At that time, my mother was not sick.

My mother is gentle and generous, kind and kind. She will sew her beautiful schoolbags, knit very unique sweaters, and tie her beautiful braids.

They ran in the sun, and the time was long, as if they were endless.

"Baby, you are the only baby of your mother, don't cry... You must be happy. Mom will become a little star in the sky and accompany you every night. Mom will see you happy and grow up happily... Baby, Mom won't let you go..."

Mom doesn't want to give you away-

This sentence kept circling and echoing in Yang Qianyu's mind. Every sound aroused the pain deep in her heart and awakened the dried-out tears.

Feng Moyan originally wanted to come in and ask her to have dinner, but she saw that she was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up no matter how she shouted. In desperation, she leaned over and kissed her heavily.

Yang Qianyu only felt that her breathing was blocked, and the oxygen in her chest was getting less and less. Her survival instinct forced her to separate from the scene in her dreams and search for the real world.

Finally, her whole body shook violently and her eyes suddenly opened.

Feng Moyan still kissed her until she was sure that her eyes were clear and she woke up completely, and her handsome face left a little.

"It's considered awake..." He whispered softly, raised his hand and gently wiped away the fine sweat from her forehead.

Yang Qianyu frowned, swallowed, then turned to him and said in a low voice: "I dreamed of my mother, dreamed of her playing with me, and the scene of her passing..."

In fact, when my mother passed away, she didn't tell her anything at all. She just held her hand tightly and kept holding it until she took her last breath.

At that time, she could no longer speak, but those reluctant eyes and hands that were tightly held, the words she wanted to say should be what she had in her dream just now.
Chapter completed!