Yu Qingmo raised her lips and walked to the bedside, "Dad, are you feeling better? We have moved to another place now. When you feel better, we can go home together."
She obviously seemed very happy to talk to Hongcheng, but her heart was full of pain.
Yu Hongcheng took his daughter's hand and said, "I'm fine. I'll be discharged from the hospital in two days."
He knew his physical condition well. Jiang Yifang was discharged from the hospital today, and he didn't want to stay in the hospital all the time.
"That's good, Dad, wait until you get home and coax Mom. She seems to be in a bad mood these past two days and has been drinking at home. Maybe it's because she just moved." Yu Qingmo didn't know why Zhao Meiyun did this.
When I'm in a bad mood, I can only drink or cry.
Maybe something happened and I didn't want her to know.
Yu Hongcheng also knew that Zhao Meiyun would become like this, but he still wanted to recognize his daughter so that Yingying could take his surname and give her the surname of Yu.
"Yifeng, it doesn't matter if I'm alone. You and Momo should go back first!" Yu Hongcheng could see it from his daughter's eyes.
Yu Qingmo still has feelings for Yi Feng, but it is not easy for the two of them to untie the knot in their hearts.
Yi Feng and Yu Qingmo stood side by side at the elevator entrance. There seemed to be a lot of people in the hospital today, and they even had to wait for a long time for the elevator.
Neither of them spoke. When the elevator door opened, people suddenly rushed out and bumped into Yu Qingmo. She took two steps back unconsciously.
Yi Feng stretched out his hand to hold her waist, "Are you okay? Were you hit?"
His sudden concern briefly stunned Yu Qingmo, "Qingmo, were you hit somewhere?"
"Uh, no, no." Yu Qingmo pushed him away and stood firm on her own.
Yi Feng also felt that Yu Qingmo was avoiding him, "Qingmo, get in the elevator first."
Over the years, maybe the two of them have never spoken properly.
At least in the past few years, since that miscarriage, she and he have become such strangers.
After getting off the elevator, the two of them walked east and west. Yi Feng took two steps and stopped. He looked at Yu Qingmo and saw her getting into the car. He then drove to follow.
After Jiang Yifang was discharged from the hospital, she moved into the Leng family's villa. "Actually, it doesn't matter if I stay in a hotel."
"No." Qin Yaying asked her to sit on the sofa, "There are so many empty rooms in the villa. You can take good care of your health by living here."
"I will be satisfied if I know your thoughts." What matters is indeed one's thoughts.
Her daughter not only forgives her, but is also willing to take her back to live in the villa. What else does she have to regret?
Nian Nian walked to Jiang Yifang's side and said, "Grandma, if you live here from now on, when my parents ignore me, you will stay with me, right?"
Leng Muchen and Qin Yaying looked at each other. It seemed that their daughter had a strong objection to her sleeping in a room by herself.
"Of course, if Niannian likes it, she can sleep with grandma every day." Jiang Yifang hugged Niannian.
After dinner, Jiang Yifang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, looking out the window at the dim light, which cast a warm light.
For so many years, apart from having an apartment in Italy, she always stayed in hotels wherever she went.
After being alone for so many years, she almost forgot the feeling of home.
Now, she has only a little bit of the warmth of home. She has lost so much. The warmth she has now was only given to her by her daughter, but she abandoned her daughter back then.
She was really, really wrong.
Qin Yaying went upstairs and saw Jiang Yifang standing in front of the window. She walked in and took a coat, "Mom, it's very cold outside at night."
Jiang Yifang choked up and nodded, "I'm fine."
"Mom, why are you crying?" Qin Yaying looked at her, "Aren't you used to living here?"
Jiang Yifang shook her head, what a good daughter she was, such a gentle and kind-hearted lovely girl, but she suffered so much because of her irresponsible mother.
"Yingying, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I've suffered so much for you all these years." Jiang Yifang looked at Qin Yaying and reached out to take her hand.
"Mom, it's not hard for me at all." Qin Yaying shook her head.
"How could it be? If I didn't want you and leave you in the orphanage, if you could stay with me, I think no matter how hard I live, I shouldn't let you suffer so much. In Qin
You must have a hard time at home, right?" Jiang Yifang was in Italy at that time, and when she saw Qin Yaying for the first time, she saw vague pain and sadness in her eyes.
Qin Yaying took Jiang Yifang's hand, "Mom, everything is over. I know that at that time, you had your helplessness. If possible, no one would be willing to abandon their child. You were like this back then, and I felt so sorry for you.
The same goes for thinking."
Children are the heart of her heart. She loves her daughter, so she can understand Jiang Yifang's heart. What's more, no matter what, Jiang Yifang never gives up looking for her.
Jiang Yifang looked at her, "I didn't expect that my daughter would grow up so much when I found her. When I first met you, you were still in school and preparing to find a job."
"That's right! Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, you have become the mother of your child." Jiang Yifang smoothed her daughter's long hair, "Okay, I'm fine, don't always accompany me, go
Stay with Mu Chen."
Qin Yaying nodded, "Okay, mom, good night."
When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Leng Muchen holding his sleeping daughter, "Is Nian Nian asleep?"
"Well, I just fell asleep." Leng Muchen put his daughter down and let her lie on the bed before he got up and said, "Yingying, what's wrong? Did you cry again just now?"
Qin Yaying circled his waist, "No, I just feel very happy. I will always be so happy, right?"
Leng Muchen leaned over, bit her neck hard.
"It hurts!" Qin Yaying exhaled in pain, and her pink fist fell down, hitting his chest, but it was like raindrops, not painful or itchy to him.
"As long as it hurts, it means it's real if you can feel the pain. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen." Leng Muchen kissed her cheek, "Go and take a shower. I'll hug her back."
Go to your own room."
Qin Yaying glanced at her daughter and said, "It's okay. My daughter is sleeping so soundly. Don't wake her up."
"No, it's inconvenient for us to do things if our daughter sleeps here." Leng Muchen didn't want his daughter to disturb the two of them getting together.
"What are you talking about? Your daughter is here, so you can speak out." Qin Yaying's cheeks were dyed a light pink.
Leng Muchen hugged her and kissed the corner of her mouth with his lips, "Yingying, I don't mind if you want us to be in front of your daughter."
"I, I'm going to take a shower." Qin Yaying pushed him away, pulled her clothes and quickly walked into the bathroom.
Leng Muchen watched her hurriedly leaving, and the smile on his lips deepened. He turned around and walked to the bed, taking his daughter back to the next room.
Qin Yaying was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair was dripping with water, she was holding a towel in her hand, wiping it as she walked.
Not even Leng Muchen was in the bedroom. Before she could take a clear look, a pair of long arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, and a familiar aura filled the air.
"Mu Chen." Qin Yaying turned her face and looked at his handsome face, "Let me go first."
"Let you go, and then what?" How could Leng Muchen let go?