Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2451: Chapter 255: Two People Are So Boring

"No, I’ve already set it up. As soon as he moves, I can immediately pinpoint the location, and I’ll receive the information right away."

"As expected of my brother, you’re amazing."

Momo gave Mo Ziye a thumbs-up, praising him.

Only to get a light snort from Mo Ziye, "Call me ’brother’ in the future, and I guarantee you’ll be even happier than you are now."

"You’ve been dreaming for over twenty years, still not waking up," Momo said with amusement.

"I’ll let it slide this time, but next time you need my help, remember to call me ’brother.’

Mo Ziye stood up from the sofa and glanced at Feng Yize, who had returned with Momo and had been quietly standing by, listening to their conversation.

He thought that guy wasn’t just being polite and quiet but rather lost in thought, who knows what he was thinking about.

Sleeping in late was Wen Qinghuan’s hobby.

On Saturdays, she didn’t have to go to the pharmaceutical factory to work, so she let herself sleep in naturally.

Wen Ziyang went out for a run and came back, and she still hadn’t come downstairs.

Today, Wen Jin was also idle, with no socializing or schedule. After breakfast, he went with Jing Xiaocha to the market to buy groceries.

Wen Ziyang volunteered to stay at home, waiting for Qinghuan to wake up so he could make her breakfast.

As he lounged on the sofa playing games for a while, footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

Wen Ziyang looked up to see Qinghuan coming down the wooden stairs, rubbing one eye with one hand and holding her phone with the other.

"Sister, Dad and Mom went grocery shopping. What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."

Ziyang stood up, smiling cheerfully as he asked Qinghuan, who was coming downstairs.

Qinghuan walked over to him, "Brother, just an egg and a glass of milk will do."

He noticed she was looking down at her phone.

Ziyang chuckled and asked, "Who are you chatting so excitedly with this early in the morning?"

"Feng Yize, he wants me to paint a picture for him."

Saying this, a strange smile flickered in Qinghuan’s expression, "And Nuan Nuan, who has to say good morning to you every day."

"....."

Wen Ziyang rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Qinghuan.

As for the girl in Qinghuan’s class who was infatuated with him, he didn’t think much of her.

Wen Qinghuan followed him into the kitchen, chatting with Ziyang, watching him fry eggs, heat milk, and enjoyed her brother’s care.

"You should keep your distance from Feng Yize," Ziyang said casually as he finished making the eggs and heating up the milk, carrying the meal to the dining room.

"Brother, he’s not a bad person."

Wen Qinghuan defended Feng Yize with a chuckle.

Wen Ziyang didn’t think so, believing his sister was too naive, only seeing people as either bad or good in her eyes.

But men can’t be judged merely by their goodness or badness.

A guy like Feng Yize, who is somewhat handsome and eloquent, is best kept away from.

"Silly girl, bad guys don’t have it written on their faces, how do you know he’s not bad? Even if he isn’t a bad person, he’s full of sweet talk, an unreliable man. Don’t be fooled by him."

"Brother, what are you saying?"

Qinghuan pouted, calling out discontentedly.

Wen Ziyang placed breakfast on the table for her and pulled out a chair to sit down.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, watching Qinghuan eat breakfast, gently saying, "I just don’t want you to get hurt. Feng Yize has a bad reputation in Imperial City, known for being a playboy. Don’t be swayed by his handsome appearance. As one of the Four Young Masters of the Capital, he has plenty of people to paint portraits for him, why does he need to find you?"

Clearly aiming to tempt his innocent Little Red Riding Hood of a sister.

"Maybe it’s because I painted him before, brother, it’s not as complex as you think."

Qinghuan shook her head with a smile.

"Anyway, you won’t go wrong by listening to me."

"But I’ve already promised him."

"I’ll help you turn him down."

As Ziyang spoke, he reached his hand out to Qinghuan.

Seeing him look serious, Qinghuan smiled and handed him the phone.

Wen Qinghuan had been protected by Wen Ziyang since she was a child, and as a brother, Ziyang doted on his sister to the extreme.

Taking the phone, Wen Ziyang left the dining room, heading to the living room to call Feng Yize.

Last night, he saw Feng Yize talk to Qinghuan twice.

Although he wasn’t sure if Feng Yize had any ill intentions towards Qinghuan, he had to protect his sister and nip any potential ill intentions in the bud.

Mo family.

Feng Yize had just come downstairs when his phone rang.

Behind him, Mo Ziye was holding Qin Qingqing’s hand, gently telling her that they’d go home first, then visit their grandfather’s house.

At the kitchen door, Momo carried out a plate of cut fruit, saw them, and waved with a smile.

Seeing the call was from Qinghuan, a smile appeared in Feng Yize’s eyes.

He stopped walking, pressed the answer button, and spoke in a pleasant voice, "Hello, Qinghuan."

"It’s not Qinghuan."

The cold voice of Ziyang came through the phone.

The smile in Feng Yize’s eyes slightly faded, his tone tinged with confusion, "Ziyang, is there something you need?"

Normally very outgoing, Feng Yize had only truly met Ziyang and Qinghuan last night.

But because of Momo, he felt a sense of familiarity with them both.

"I just wanted to let you know that Qinghuan doesn’t have time to paint for you today. If you’re really in need of a painting, how about I introduce you to an established artist?"

Wen Ziyang also spoke in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Feng Yize slightly frowned.

"Can I speak to Qinghuan?"

"She’s having breakfast."

Clearly, Ziyang didn’t want Feng Yize talking to Qinghuan.

He knew his sister too well.

Qinghuan was too naive.

Among their younger generation, Qinghuan was the youngest and always the one being protected.

It wasn’t that he thought poorly of Feng Yize; on the contrary, he found him to be someone who could easily attract women, but he was far from innocent.

"What’s wrong?"

Momo, seeing Feng Yize looking a bit unhappy, handed him a piece of fruit and asked with concern.

Mo Ziye had already left with Qingqing when Feng Yize took the call.

Feng Yize laughed freely, taking the fruit and feeding it into his mouth, "Nothing, sister-in-law, do you have any plans for today?"

"Does resting at home count?"

Momo lazily lounged on the sofa.

Tilting her head, she answered Feng Yize.

Feng Yize shook his head, "Of course not, staying home on such a fine day is too wasteful. Why don’t we go horseback riding?"

"Horseback riding, not interested."

"My brother really loves horseback riding. Sister-in-law, is it that you don’t know how?"

Feng Yize’s tactic was quite effective.

To be precise, any mention of Ye Zhan seemed to work with Momo right now.

Ye Zhan had been gone for just a few days, and Momo was already missing him fiercely.

Hearing Ye Zhan’s name, a brilliant light illuminated Momo’s usually calm eyes.

"Aren’t you here on a business trip?"

Momo asked back.

Feng Yize chuckled, "I came early to spend the weekend with you; I’ll work on Monday. Sister-in-law, this is for you."

He conjured a USB stick into his open palm.

"What’s inside?"

Surprise flickered in Momo’s eyes as she reached out to take it.

"It’s filled with surprises that I gathered," Feng Yize said, grinning proudly.

He knew that with Ye Zhan away on a mission, Momo would surely miss him dearly.

Considering their short acquaintance and even shorter time together, he had compiled photos he’d taken over the years, as well as those in Chu Junming’s collection, onto the USB drive.

Before heading to G City, he also visited the Ye family.

He collected photos of Ye Zhan from Old Master Ye’s collection, including some from Ye Zhan’s childhood.