Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Fu Runing paced back and forth in front of Feng Yan's house.

When Feng Yan came back from his morning run, the two met at the door.

Feng Yan was surprised to see her here, so he stepped forward to greet her. "Good morning, it's been a while since I've seen you at this time."

Fu Runing still stayed in the Xishan Bay villa most of the time, and always slept in when she returned to her own home, so the two of them had few opportunities to meet.

She looked at Feng Yan and saw that his expression was natural and his eyes were clear and generous. Everything was the same as usual.

She smiled and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm used to sleeping in at home."

Feng Yan looked at her calmly. He asked casually, "Are you going to live at home from now on?"

Fu Runing had not yet told the people around her about her divorce. After all, it was not something worth publicizing. But when Feng Yan asked her, she nodded.

"Yes, I will live at home from now on."

Feng Yan learned about her divorce yesterday from Zhou Yixing. He didn't say anything at this moment, but just said lightly: "Okay, then we will continue to be neighbors from now on."

As she spoke, Fu Runing stared at Feng Yan's arm for a long time. The weather wasn't hot yet, and he was still wearing a long-sleeved sports suit, so she couldn't see anything.

Feng Yan saw her strange expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Runing made up an excuse: "Hey, I don't know where my daughter Duoduo ran off to. I looked for her outside for a long time but couldn't find her. I don't know if she ran to your house. This little girl seems to like going to your house."

"Then come home with me to look for it." Feng Yan said.

"it is good."

Fu Runing then followed him into the house.

Feng Yan lives alone. He likes quietness and has no servants at home. Usually, only the housekeeper comes to cook or clean the house. He also spends a lot of time on business trips on weekdays.

There really isn't much of a sense of life in this huge house.

As soon as they entered the door, Feng Yan took out shoes for Fu Runing. The women's slippers in his house were all new, as if he didn't usually have female friends visiting.

"Thank you, Brother Feng Yan."

Afterwards, Fu Runing pretended to search the house, but she couldn't find any trace of Duoduo. Of course, there shouldn't be any there in the first place.

Feng Yan poured her a glass of water and told her to do as she pleased while he went back to the bedroom to change his clothes.

Fu Runing saw him taking off his coat as he walked. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt underneath his long-sleeved coat. She took a closer look.

However, there was no wound on Feng Yan's arm, not even a single old scar.

She was annoyed and laughed at her own wild imagination. How could she doubt Brother Feng Yan?

Brother Feng Yan is such a decent person.

But the wooden carving that was deliberately left in her bag...

And Duoduo didn't call out late at night, so it must be someone Duoduo is familiar with.

In addition, Feng Yan's house was only separated from hers by a wall, so of course she was the first one to suspect him.

There are also some wood carvings in a corner of Feng Yan's living room.

She now feels uncomfortable when she sees those wood carvings.

Fu Runing remembered that some elite men living alone might have some mental illnesses. The more normal they look, the more unexpected they might be behind the scenes.

She shuddered, shaking off the goose bumps.

It can be basically confirmed that it is not Feng Yan.

After a while, Feng Yan came out after changing his clothes. He was wearing formal clothes. He saw Fu Runing looking at the wood carving and thought she was interested in it.

"This is my stepmother's work."

Fu Runing remembered that Feng Yan had told her that his father's later wife was a sculptor.

"Oh, that's really good." She followed with the compliment.

Feng Yan smiled and said, "Shengzhou Art Museum has a sculpture exhibition these two days. If you're interested, I can give you some tickets. If you have time, you can take your children to see it. If it's a coincidence, I can also take you to meet my stepmother. I see you quite like these little things."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Brother Feng Yan."

Fu Runing quickly agreed. Facing Feng Yan's frankness, she felt really ashamed. How could she have made such random guesses about him?

But the wooden puppy that the mysterious scoundrel put in her bag did look very familiar. The puppy looked like a golden retriever, and there was a butterfly hairpin on its head.

Among the zodiac puppies Feng Yan had given her before, there was a golden retriever that looked like this. It should have been the year she first got Duoduo, so she remembered it very clearly.

At that time, she thought it was a coincidence. She had no contact with Feng Yan, but the small gift he gave her was in the shape of a golden retriever.

She took a photo of the wooden sculpture that the perverted hooligan put in her bag and searched it online, but she couldn't find the same one she bought. It looked more like a private hand-carved sculpture.

So she made some natural associations.

As he was speaking, Feng Yan's assistant had already arrived outside his yard.

Fu Runing knew he was going to work. She thought for a moment and pretended to ask casually, "Brother Feng Yan, did you carve all those zodiac wood carvings you gave me before?"

Upon hearing this, a strange glimmer flashed in Feng Yan's eyes.

But in just a moment, his eyes returned to normal.

"I carved it myself, what's wrong?"

Fu Runing laughed and said, "I think it's very beautiful. I thought you bought it as a handicraft somewhere."

Feng Yan explained: "I learned how to carve it according to the book."

Fu Runing nodded and said, "Brother Feng Yan, you are so thoughtful. I will go back today so as not to delay your work."

The two said goodbye, and Fu Runing left Feng Yan's house with a lot of doubts.

……

Feng Yan couldn't help but fall into deep thought after Fu Runing left.

He felt that he was quite ungraceful.

When they were neighbors, he would carve small animal ornaments for her. At that time, his skills were not very mature and his works were not very delicate.

But during the Chinese New Year, it became a habit to carve wooden sculptures of the zodiac for her.

But he lost this habit since he went abroad.

He had sent back many gifts from abroad over the years, and had also sent quite a few to Fu Runing, but the only thing he had never sent was a zodiac wood carving.

As for the exquisite zodiac wood carvings that Ning Ning mentioned, they had nothing to do with him.

He never thought that he would do such a thing as taking credit for other people's achievements.

Feng Yan thought that perhaps he should find an opportunity to explain everything to her.

After all, the past is the past, and the future is the future.

Thinking of this, Feng Yan took out his mobile phone and sent two electronic tickets to Fu Runing, which were tickets for the art museum exhibition.

By the way, I sent her a message -

"We can go together later."