Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

In the elevator, looking at his friend's expression, Gong Beize endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back.

"Why did I persuade you to come here just now? He finally took the initiative to contact you, and you turned him back. He didn't cherish the opportunity-now it's too late to regret it?"

"Can you shut your crow's mouth?!"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up!" Gong Beize nodded repeatedly, pursing his lips tightly.

Feng Moyan was indeed in a bad mood, and he even wished to find Yang Qianyu immediately, and then ask about the past.

But when he thought about his indifference and alienation on the phone two hours ago, and the harsh words he said before that he would never see each other again-this face, no matter what, he couldn't get rid of it.

Back in the car, Gong Beize raised the documents in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You think about it, really give it to the police?"

"Looks like I'm joking?"

"Okay. But after making such a fuss, there is a high probability that Liang Xingfeng's mother and daughter will go to jail, but this kind of crime will probably come out after three to five years of sentence. At that time, I'm afraid they won't let it go."

Liang Xingfeng's mother and daughter are all people who show their teeth and must report.

Although they were to blame for this matter, they didn't think so in their hearts, and they would definitely blame Feng Moyan for all the responsibility.

This deep hatred, I am afraid it will not be easy to resolve.

Feng Moyan's mind at this moment is not on the mother and daughter at all, he only thinks about all kinds of things in the past, thinking about the indisputable grievance and helplessness of that woman when she was wronged.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gong Beize's expression was complicated and remorseful, and he sighed helplessly: "You feel uncomfortable, so go find someone else, at least there is Xixi, how can you make a clean break? Lower your head, be soft, and ask clearly For what happened back then, you should apologize and admit your mistakes, maybe she will forgive you as soon as her heart softens, and you will be able to reunite."

Feng Moyan remained silent.

But in the bottom of my heart, I knew very well that that woman was no longer what she used to be.

Now, her heart is like a rock, and she may not be so easy to turn around what she has decided on.

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Yang Qianyu plucked up the courage to call brazenly, but was humiliated by Feng Moyan and hung up, and her mood fell to the bottom again.

At night, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

The two little guys didn't go with Xiaoxiao tonight, they all slept beside her, rolling around, squeezing her space smaller and smaller.

Finally, she simply got up and got out of bed, put on her nightgown and sat on the sofa in front of the window, dazed.

The sweet and delicate appearance of the daughter is lingering in front of her eyes.

She took the mobile phone and looked at some photos that she had taken intentionally or unintentionally when they got along with each other before. The more she looked at it, the more her heart ached.

"Mother……"

A weak voice came from behind, she hurriedly wiped away her tears and turned around, smiling: "Xiaoyu, why are you awake?"

The little guy pursed his mouth and looked to the side angrily, "My brother turned over and kicked me, it hurts like hell."

While talking, Xiaoyu moved away the chubby legs of his younger brother.

Yang Qianyu smiled helplessly, and quickly got up and pulled the younger son out.

"Okay, go on to sleep." She coaxed the older one.

But Xiaoyu is so precocious and sensible, how can he fail to see what adults are thinking.

"Mom, do you think your sister can't sleep?"

Yang Qianyu sat down by the bed and patted her son's head, "It's a little... It's been more than half a month since we separated, and I don't know if she misses us or has she ever cried."

"Hmph!" The little boy looked angry, "That man is so hateful! Doesn't he love his own daughter? Mom, why did you fall in love with him in the first place?"

Uh--

Yang Qianyu looked at his son's face full of righteous indignation and disdain and doubt, and was suddenly at a loss for words.

"This...Actually, he was not like this a long time ago."

"Really? Was he fine before?"

Yang Qianyu turned her head, her face lost in memory, and she nodded in a trance: "Well...we had a good relationship at first, and he treated me very well, but something happened later, and we gradually became estranged."

"What happened?"

Looking at his son's curious and ignorant eyes, Yang Qianyu gently pinched his face, "Those things are too complicated, I can't explain them clearly in a few words, go to sleep."

Xiaoyu lay down, opened his eyes wide and asked again: "Mom, do you like Kane?"

"You little child, how can you know what you like or not."

"Of course I understand."

Yang Qianyu looked at his son seriously, "What about you? Do you want Kane to be your father?"

Xiaoyu said very seriously: "We hope he treats you well. Mom, it's too hard for you to take care of me and my brother alone. If you really don't plan to get back together with that person, then find another good man to take care of you. "

The son is undoubtedly a proper little warm man.

Yang Qianyu felt much relieved, rubbed the top of her son's hair, nodded: "Okay, mom, think about it carefully."

These words were actually just to comfort the little guy.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Xiaoyu called Kane who was far away in Switzerland and conveyed this meaning.

When Kane heard this, he was naturally very excited, and immediately said that he would finish the matter as soon as possible, and came over to formally pursue his sweetheart.

On the other side, President Feng also racked his brains to think about how to create a "coincidence" and meet Yang Qianyu.

Originally, he wanted to use his daughter as a cruel trick, but firstly, he didn't want to curse his own daughter, and secondly, he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for them to talk if his daughter was present.

Therefore, it is better to meet with the above alone first, and ask these important things clearly, and then let her go to see her daughter.

In the evening, Feng Moyan didn't go home after work, but drove around Yang Qianyu's studio.

He found out that the woman hadn't left work yet.

Yang Qianyu is in a meeting with several designers, and the new autumn product will be released soon. They need to shoot magazines, find models, and invite spokespersons to promote them.

Originally, she did not need to do many of these things by herself.

But she didn't want to have free time to miss her daughter and think about those messy things, so she had to fill her brain with work and busyness.

She was busy until after eight o'clock, when Fisher sent her a WeChat message, saying that the two brats were making too much noise, and asked her to take them back quickly, before she packed up the documents and got ready to leave work.

Just entering the elevator, the phone rang.

Fisher still played.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm off work and I'm in the elevator, I'll be home in half an hour!" Thinking that her best friend was going to collapse, she quickly comforted her as soon as she connected.

But Fisher said, "Are you in the elevator? Then don't go to the underground garage, go directly to the lobby on the first floor, and someone will pick you up."

"Someone pick me up?" Yang Qianyu was taken aback, "Who?"

"Oh, you'll know when you get out!"

Fei Xue hung up the phone, Yang Qianyu was at a loss.

The elevator reached the first floor, and she walked through the lobby full of confusion.

For a moment, she even thought of Feng Moyan.

He wondered if this guy would buy his best friend to be a lobbyist, but soon, this idea was discarded.

Those categorical and cruel words still scarred his heart. He didn't even answer his own phone calls, so how could he come to be courteous as a driver?

Just after laughing at himself, his eyes caught the familiar tall figure on the fountain square outside the door.

She smiled casually and quickened her pace.