Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Chapter 185 Who Climbed On Your Bed?

At this moment, Feng Moyan looked like a thief who had been caught.

And Yang Qianyu is a righteous master.

The personality level of both parties is clear at a glance.

Faced with the woman's cynicism, Feng Moyan naturally couldn't say that he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about her, his blood was boiling all over, and it was useless to take a cold shower - that's why he sneaked over to hug her secretly, to talk about comfort.

So, he could only quickly find another reason: "Who climbed into your bed? I came to call you, and Xixi kept calling her mother in her dreams—it wasn't you who said, my daughter needs you at night, so you go over there ?"

Yang Qianyu crossed her arms and stared at him condescendingly: "Do you think I believe your nonsense?"

The man became angry again, and sat up from the bed all of a sudden, causing the woman to shrink back in fright.

"That's the truth, believe it or not!" He said angrily, pushed the woman away, and walked away.

Yang Qianyu staggered from being pushed by him, and almost hit the wall. She turned her head and stared at his back and scolded angrily: "Feng Moyan, should you go see a psychiatrist! I suspect that you have something wrong with your mind!"

The man naturally ignored him, and his back disappeared.

She couldn't fall asleep at first, but after this trouble, Yang Qianyu couldn't sleep anymore.

After muttering angrily in her heart for a while, she went back to the bed and sat down, her face still grim.

Within a few minutes, faint cries were heard in the silent night.

At first she thought it was an auditory hallucination, but after she concentrated her attention carefully, she suddenly got up.

It was Xixi who was crying.

I hurried to the master bedroom, and saw that the man who had just returned to the bedroom was picking up his daughter and coaxing her.

But the little girl didn't know if it was a nightmare, even if she was hugged by her father, she didn't feel it, she kept struggling in his arms, screaming something in her mouth.

Yang Qianyu was so worried that she hurried forward: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"What are you doing here? Don't worry about what I'll do to you now?" The man squinted his eyes while coaxing his daughter, mocking sourly.

Yang Qianyu hated him so much that she suddenly kicked him heavily, and then grabbed her daughter into her arms.

"Hiss—" Feng Moyan was caught off guard, bent over from the pain, and rubbed his calf bone with one hand.

"No wonder that brat also likes to kick people, so it's hereditary!"

"It was you who kicked! What's the matter?"

Yang Qianyu hated him bitterly, hugged her daughter and turned away, coaxing her gently, over and over again.

Ke Xixi seemed to be unable to hear, crying and struggling, sometimes calling her mother, sometimes calling her father, and shouting "no, no, don't" or something.

The baby who will soon be five years old has a small body that is quite heavy, and Yang Qianyu really can't stand it moving around like this, and the hugging posture is quite embarrassing.

"Can't you hear her calling?" After coaxing for a while, Yang Qianyu's arms were also sore, and she turned around and yelled at the man who was watching coldly.

Feng Moyan leaned against the head of the bed, still indifferent to being yelled at, and even felt a little gloating: "She didn't wake up at all, it doesn't matter who hugs her."

How can it be!Crying like this and still not waking up?

Yang Qian's tone froze, seeing the little girl's snot and tears, he growled again: "Then you can grab a tissue and wipe her tears and snot, right?"

The man still had a half smile on his face, and waited for a few more seconds before getting up and pulling the cotton tissue over.

Yang Qianyu couldn't carry her anymore, so she sat down beside the bed.

The man came over and wiped away the little girl's tears and snot.

"Xixi, mom is here, dad is here, we are all with you, open your eyes and have a look... don't be afraid..." Yang Qianyu continued to coax.

Probably tired from crying, the little girl calmed down slowly, opened her big wet eyes twitching, and looked at her mother.

He didn't speak, just leaned softly in his mother's arms, clinging to her like a sloth.

Yang Qianyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the man: "Has she ever made trouble like this before?"

"Well, there are more before the age of two, especially when you are sick and uncomfortable, it is commonplace to make a few times a night."

Feng Moyan stared at her deeply, and when he said this, his tone was very ordinary.

"It's obviously stimulated today. I'm afraid that my mother will be snatched away. I must have had a nightmare..." He paused and continued.

Yang Qianyu looked at his dull face, suddenly didn't know what to say, so she fell silent.

No one knows better than her how hard it is to raise children.

In the first year after giving birth, she hired two Filipino maids to take care of her, working shifts day and night, and she was so tired that she fainted several times.

Overworked and severely deprived of sleep.

At that time, she was very fortunate that Feng Moyan gave the "youth loss fee" during the divorce, and she accepted it unceremoniously.

Otherwise, in those few years she had to raise a baby and study for a degree, and without income, what would she do to live on.

Thinking of this, she felt that the bastard still had a conscience, and her expression softened a little.

"Actually... I'm surprised that you can take such good care of Xixi." She suddenly felt emotional.

Feng Moyan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, a little puzzled, "It's really rare to be praised by you."

"..." She curled her lips and stopped talking.

Feng Moyan glanced at her, wondering if his conscience had noticed, and said, "It's even more difficult for you to take care of two boys?"

Yang Qianyu didn't answer.

I'm afraid that once the two sons are mentioned, there will be another quarrel later.

"Although I've grown up now, it's not as hard as it was when I was a child, but this kind of brat gets more mischievous as he grows up. How can you manage it in the future? Come back to me, at least...more people will share the burden for you."

Yang Qianyu thought just now that this mouth that couldn't spit out ivory finally uttered something human, who knew that the subject would be exposed next-she still wanted to bring the child back.

Snorting coldly, she said bluntly with a straight face: "Do you think you can control it? Do you think they accept you?"

If you don't accept him as a father, how can you discipline him? .seven

As soon as he said this, Feng Moyan turned cold again, "Isn't it your 'credit' that they didn't accept it?"

"Don't spout blood at every turn."

"That's strange! If you weren't instigating, how could they be full of hostility towards their biological father?"

Feng Moyan sat up a little bit, his handsome face became serious, "Yang Qianyu, you transfer your personal grievances to your child and use your child to get revenge on me. This is a very stupid act, do you know that!"

"I—" Yang Qianyu hugged the child and looked back at him, wanting to clarify and explain, but she didn't know how to explain when the words came to her mouth.

This scene is all too familiar.

He always labeled her according to his own imagination.

It was the same when he slandered her back then.

After all, they grew up together as childhood sweethearts and have known each other for so many years. Why does he know so little about himself?

Is she that kind of person?

For personal grievances, drag innocent children into it?

"If you insist on thinking this way, then so be it..." She was speechless, paused, and dropped the words as soon as the subject changed.

Feng Moyan was also angry seeing her attitude.

Every time there was a conflict or misunderstanding, she didn't bother to explain.

Always breaking the jar and throwing such self-defeating words.

"Can you stop this attitude? Is there anything you can't talk about?"

"Did you believe me when I told you?"