Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu's mood was extremely confused, afraid of encountering Feng Moyan by chance, she just wanted to escape quickly.

But before he could settle his mind, the phone rang.

"Miss Ruan, are you here? Our boss is very busy, can you hurry up?" Mr. Wang urged.

Ruan Qing is her current name.

Ruan, following his mother's surname.

Qing means keeping a clear mind at all times and being a clean person.

Yang Qianyu was extremely apologetic, and stammered: "Mr. Wang... I was just looking for you, and my side... was suddenly delayed by something, can we make an appointment next time?"

"Ah?" The other end was taken aback, and said hastily, "Miss Ruan, you can't do this! We made an appointment, so why don't we just miss the appointment? Our boss is waiting!"

"..." Yang Qianyu hesitated.

"Miss Ruan, are you dissatisfied with the price?"

"No, no."

"Our boss has a lot of things to do every day, and he pushed a few meetings to come here. If you suddenly miss the appointment, I will be scolded to death!"

Yang Qianyu was embarrassed by what the other party said, so she could only agree, "Alright then... I'm really sorry, I'll go up now."

"Okay." The man on the phone breathed a sigh of relief.

A little guilty, Yang Qianyu took out Heichao from the bag and put it on, and deliberately lowered her head and covered her face with her long hair before walking towards the elevator.

It seems that the uncle's client is not usually difficult to deal with, even the people who work for him are trembling.

I hope that the meeting will go smoothly later, and if we can't reach an agreement, it doesn't matter if we don't accept this business.

With the intention of going all out, Yang Qianyu stepped out of the elevator.

The 888 Presidential Suite is easy to find.

However, before she reached the door, someone opened the door and came out.

"Mom, don't worry, Mo Yan postponed several meetings to accompany me, and I'll just wait for the designer."

Familiar voices, familiar... names.

Yang Caiyue? !

Yang Qianyu's nerves froze, looking at the woman answering the phone in front of her, it was like a thunderbolt!

Could it be that that difficult uncle's client is Yang Caiyue? !With Feng Moyan? !

sky--

The woman turned around after answering the phone.

Yang Qianyu happened to pass by her.

At that moment, it was impossible to say that there was no panic and throbbing in my heart.

But no matter how turbulent her heart was, how loud her ears were, she remained calm and composed.

The apricot eyes hidden behind the sunglasses glanced at the house number, 888, that's right.

Therefore, these two people are indeed her "big benefactors".

Oh, good fortune tricks people!

Yang Caiyue didn't know that she and Yang Qianyu had just passed each other.

After answering the phone, she opened the door and went in. She looked at the impatient man and smiled coquettishly: "Mo Yan, when I'm done with work, what are you having for lunch?"

"I don't care. Let's see what Xixi wants to eat." The man responded calmly without moving his eyebrows.

"..." Yang Caiyue's nails pierced her palm fiercely, but there was a soft smile on her face.

"Wang Cheng, why haven't you arrived yet?" Feng Moyan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, his tone displeased.

His time is precious, there is no one who can wait for him in this world, except his icy and lovely baby daughter!

Wang Cheng was taken aback, "Mr. Feng, I called to remind you just now, she has arrived—"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang again. He looked at the incoming call and said, "Mr. Feng, this must be here. I'll go out and answer it."

But before he touched the doorknob, he suddenly called out, "What? You're leaving? Miss Ruan, we've placed a deposit..."

In the elevator, Yang Qianyu said calmly and calmly: "According to the contract, I have to pay three times the deposit, and I will ask my assistant to call you the money later. I am really sorry."

"It's not Miss Ruan, it's not about money—"

"I'm really sorry, tell your boss to hire someone else!" After saying that, Yang Qianyu ended the line.

Wang Cheng, who was frozen behind the door, was sweating profusely on his brow.

Turning around like petrochemicals, he met Feng Moyan's gloomy eyes, and stammered: "Mr. Feng... that Miss Ruan, she said she would not accept this business, and was willing to pay three times the deposit."

The man's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Yang Caiyue stood up suddenly: "Why? All the good people have flown back from abroad, and now they are quitting?"

Wang Cheng's scalp tightened, "I don't know why..."

Feng Moyan stood up, cherishing words like gold: "Let's go."

"Mo Yan!" Yang Caiyue quickly grabbed him and begged, "Mo Yan, hurry up and get someone to investigate, she has already returned to China, why did she suddenly go back on her word?"

"Here's the card." The man reached out and drew a card and handed it to her.

Yang Caiyue was stunned for a moment, and then she understood—this is to let her buy whatever she wants, but...

She softened her tone: "Mo Yan, you don't know, her works are popular in Europe now, it's hard to book! We all invited her back to China..."

Before Yang Caiyue finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open again, accompanied by the crying of a child.

When Feng Moyan saw his daughter, one second he had a cold face that made people shudder, and the next second he tenderly caught the little girl who rushed over from the nanny's arms.

"What's going on?" Seeing his daughter's tears, Feng Moyan felt distressed and asked the nanny.

The nanny was very nervous, "I don't know... the eldest lady was playing ball downstairs, and she was doing well, but suddenly she started crying, and she was still shouting something, but she couldn't hear clearly..."

"There must be a reason, she doesn't cry for no reason."

Feng Moyan left behind a sentence, carried his precious daughter back to the sofa and sat down, put the little girl on his lap, took a cotton towel and gently wiped away her daughter's tears.

"Xixi stop crying, tell Dad, who bullied you? Dad is going to settle accounts with that person!"

The man's words and deeds perfectly interpret what it means to "do the most gentle things and say the most ruthless words".

Feng Yuxi cried so much that her small body twitched, and the pink chubby put her father's neck in her arms, choked up and said, "Xixi... Xixi saw Mama... it's real Mama, not a photo ..."

Feng Moyan frowned suddenly.

On the side, Yang Caiyue suppressed her jealousy and stepped forward: "Xixi... what are you talking about, there is no mother."

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's just Mama!" Grandma yelled at Yang Caiyue fiercely, and Feng Yuxi hugged her father's neck coquettishly again, "Dad, Daddy, Xixi wants to find Mama... let's hurry up, Mama will Downstairs... Mama is so beautiful, prettier than the photos..."

Seeing his daughter's tear-stained eyes twinkling, Feng Moyan wished he could pluck the stars from the sky and give them to her, let alone just find someone.

"Okay, Dad will accompany you, baby stop crying."

Feng Moyan's gentle and patient treatment of his daughter was completely different from his indifferent and reticent attitude towards Yang Caiyue just now.

After the words fell, the man got up holding his precious daughter, and went straight out.

Yang Caiyue was in a hurry, and couldn't maintain her softness on the surface: "Mo Yan, the kid is talking nonsense, why are you still messing around with her? Yang Qianyu four years ago—"

The words stopped abruptly.