Chapter 130: Ten Years - Ending
Zhao Yang pushed open the door of Feng Mingzhou's office.
Feng Mingzhou stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his figure still upright, but his tense back revealed a sense of impending storm.
"I say, busy man, aren't you going to Country M to attend a board meeting this afternoon? Why are you still here?"
Zhao Yang casually threw a document on the desk, with a relaxed and teasing tone.
Feng Mingzhou didn't turn around, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "She did it on purpose."
"What?" Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows, took a few steps closer, and looked out the window in the direction he was looking. There was nothing special outside the window except the hustle and bustle of traffic.
At this moment, Feng Mingzhou's phone rang, and he answered it almost immediately: "Gu Manman, you are deliberately going against me, right? You knew that I was going to fly to Country M this afternoon, but you chose this time to tell me that you were going to go on vacation to some island with Su Yu and the others? You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"
No one knew what was said on the other end of the phone. Feng Mingzhou's brows knitted even tighter, and he gritted his teeth helplessly: "Which island? I'm unfamiliar with the place, is it safe? Is Su Yu reliable? She herself is still a child who hasn't grown up yet!"
Zhao Yang, who was listening nearby, shook his head and silently lit a candle for Gu Manman in his heart.
They have been married for ten years, but Feng Mingzhou's desire for control has not diminished but increased.
Feng Mingzhou spoke rapidly to the other end of the phone: "What? All the luggage is packed? You packed it? Don't move! You don't even know what to bring and what not to bring! Did you bring sunscreen? What's the SPF? Where's the mosquito repellent? Did you check the UV intensity over there? What if there are poisonous mosquitoes? Your skin is so delicate..."
Zhao Yang couldn't bear to listen any longer and cleared his throat.
Feng Mingzhou seemed not to hear and continued to speak into the phone: "Those swimsuits of yours are too revealing! No, absolutely not! What if some bad people come here?"
He paused, as if listening to the explanation on the other end of the phone, and then his tone softened a little, but still brooked no argument: "Don't look for it yet, you don't even know where the things are. I have packed the commonly used medicines for you and put them on the top layer of the medicine box. Don't stuff your suitcase randomly, I will pack it for you when I get back."
Zhao Yang rolled his eyes.
Feng Mingzhou hung up the phone, his face still grim, his chest heaving, obviously very angry.
"Old Feng, do you really need to do this?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but speak up. "Manman is already a grown-up. Do you really think she's a three-year-old child just for a trip? Besides, aren't Su Yu and the others going with you too? What could go wrong?"
Feng Mingzhou turned around abruptly: "What do you know?! How can I be at ease when she is out there alone?!"
"Alone? Aren't there Su Yu and the others..."
"What use are Su Yu and the others?" Feng Mingzhou interrupted him irritably, pacing a few steps in the office, "Last time, when we went to Country L, I just answered a phone call, and within ten minutes, at least three men of different nationalities surrounded her, trying to get her contact information in various ways!"
Feng Mingzhou became angrier and angrier as he spoke, as if those ferocious admirers were right before his eyes.
The corner of Zhao Yang's mouth twitched: "That... doesn't that mean Manman is very charming? You should be happy."
"Happy? I'm not happy at all!" Feng Mingzhou slammed his fist on the desk, shaking the ornaments on the desk. "I wish I could put her in my pocket, so that no one can see her or think about her!"
Zhao Yang looked at him with a look of preparedness for a great enemy, and his fear of marriage intensified.
This is not a marriage at all, this is simply inviting an ancestor to yourself.
Zhao Yang persuaded: "She is such a grown-up, you don't have to worry about these things."
How could he not worry?
If you go on a long trip or fail to reply to his messages for even a few hours, an 800-episode thriller series will immediately play out in his mind.
Was there a car accident on the road?
Was the phone stolen?
Was he targeted and kidnapped?
In Tianjin, he can cover the sky with one hand, but outside, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and there are always some desperate people who are blinded by money and beauty.
Are the things she eats clean?
Will I suffer from vomiting and diarrhea due to unfamiliar climate?
The hygiene standards of restaurants outside vary greatly. If something goes wrong in any link, how can her delicate stomach withstand it?
Every time he went on a business trip, he would have someone check the restaurant kitchens of all the local five-star hotels thoroughly in advance to ensure that everything was foolproof.
But how could she be so particular when she went out to play by herself?
Even with bodyguards, there are always some things that are not considered.
Weather is also a big issue.
The weather on an island is unpredictable.
The sky may be clear one second and stormy the next.
When the weather gets cold, will she remember to put on more clothes in time?
She always likes to be coquettish and wears thin clothes. What if she catches a cold?
Who will take care of her if she has a fever? Will she get heat stroke if the weather is hot?
She has fair skin and is most afraid of the sun. If she faints outside due to heat stroke, there won’t be anyone she can trust around her…
Also, where you stay, are the sheets and pillowcases in the hotel disinfected?
Are there bugs? Is the soundproofing good?
She was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise would wake her up. And those damn French windows, were the locks strong? Would she forget to lock them when she went to bed at night?
Not to mention the potential dangers.
There are many typhoons on islands. What should we do if we encounter one?
What about earthquakes? What about tsunamis? Although the probability is small, as long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, it will be a 100% disaster if it happens to her!
Will the plane she is on encounter turbulence? Will she be scared?
Will the landing be unstable? Are the local taxi drivers reliable? Are they up to something bad?
He knew it was almost morbid, but he couldn't control it.
Gu Manman is like the only weak spot in his life and also his only armor.
Because of her, he felt that this cold and hard world had warmth and color; because of her, he became so anxious and worried, and was afraid of everything.
Zhao Yang looked at the changeable expression on Feng Mingzhou's face. Sometimes he gritted his teeth, and sometimes his eyes were full of regret. The expression was so complicated that it could be used to act out a Shakespearean tragedy.
"Alright, alright, the meeting in Country M is about to start. If you don't go, those old guys will start making trouble again."
Zhao Yang pointed at the wall clock and reminded, "Looking at you like this, someone who doesn't know you would think that Manman is not going on vacation, but is going to the Deadly Rock."
Feng Mingzhou ignored his teasing and picked up the intercom: "It's me. The trip to Country M has been postponed. Yes, the board meeting, let them wait."
Zhao Yang was stunned when he heard this: "No way, Lao Feng, are you serious? You even postponed the board meeting for such a small matter? Those shareholders will eat you alive!"
Feng Mingzhou raised his eyes, his gaze deep: "They can try."
He has already decided that he doesn't have to go to Country M and doesn't have to do business, but he must personally monitor Gu Manman's "vacation".
Unless he brings her back safely, he will be worried all day long.
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