Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu looked at the rearview mirror from time to time while driving.

Not surprisingly, the expensive Cullinan has been following her with a high profile.

Not near, not far, just within her line of sight.

this bastard...

She cursed bitterly in her heart, watching the countdown to the green light in front of her, she suddenly changed lanes and overtook another car, and crossed the intersection in the last two seconds.

In the rearview mirror, the Cullinan stopped at a red light.

She smiled silently, feeling inexplicably happy.

I didn't find the car until I entered the community.

Huh... Finally got rid of it!

Back home, the children rushed up happily.

"Mom, why did you leave work so early today?"

"Well, because mom misses you, she wants to come back soon."

"I also miss my mother, and I miss the meals my mother cooks even more."

The youngest son has the best mouth, and he is the best at coaxing people with sweet words.

Sister Zhou came out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Miss Ruan, I will wash and cut the dishes as you said."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, sister Zhou, you can get off work."

"Okay, then I'll come over early tomorrow."

Sister Zhou is a local. If the employer doesn't ask for an overnight stay, she will go home at night and come back early the next morning.

"Okay, let's play by yourself first, mom will cook something delicious for you!"

Taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves, Yang Qianyu dismissed the children and got into the kitchen to get busy.

Downstairs, Feng Moyan waited beside the car, raised his wrist to check the time, and frowned.

After waiting for another ten minutes, seeing a familiar vehicle approaching, he straightened up and walked to the side of the road.

"Father!" Xixi got out of the car and jumped over happily.

The man lifted her up and held her in his arms.

Ah Quan followed, "Mr. Feng."

"Why so long?" Feng Moyan hugged his daughter, looked at the bodyguard and asked calmly.

Ah Quan was aggrieved, "As soon as I received your call, I took Miss Xixi to go out. This is the evening rush hour, and there are traffic jams everywhere."

"Okay, you go back." The man dropped a sentence, turned around and walked towards the gate with his daughter in his arms.

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In the living room, the younger brother was playing with Lego trains, and the older brother was busy doing something in front of the computer. Zhou Zheng's handsome face looked a little serious.

The doorbell rang, and the two brothers looked up at the door at the same time.

Then, they looked back at each other.

"See what I'm doing? Go and open the door." Xiaoyu lowered his head and continued to stare at the computer screen.

Xiao Zhou refused to accept his brother, but in fact, he was used to obeying his "orders", so he pouted his buttocks, got up and went to open the door.

But when the door opened, the little guy froze.

Feng Moyan originally thought it was not easy to get into, so he brought his daughter in as a rescuer.

Who knows, when the doorbell was pressed, it opened.

When I moved my gaze down, I realized—it turned out to be the youngest son.

Let's just say, if it was the woman or the eldest son, he would definitely be chattering for a long time.

"Xiao Zhou, dad brought his younger sister to dinner, where's your mother?" The man looked at his son kindly, and walked in while talking.

Xiao Zhou was stupid, and consciously stepped aside, and replied at the same time: "Mom is cooking in the kitchen."

As soon as the two talked, Xiaoyu who was fiddling with the computer in the living room heard it and rushed out immediately.

Seeing the man entering the room, the little guy's expression darkened: "What are you doing here!"

"Bring my sister to dinner."

younger sister……

The two brothers looked at the little girl in the man's arms together - I haven't seen my sister for a long time, I don't know if my sister is still angry with them.

"My sister can come to eat, but you can't!"

"Then you ask my sister, do you want me to go?"

Xixi immediately hugged the man's neck, and shouted condescendingly to her brother: "Dad, don't let go! I'm going to have dinner with Mom and Dad. If you want to go, go!"

When Xiaoyu heard this, his face lost its light.

It seems that my sister is still angry with them.

In the kitchen, Yang Qianyu cooked the dishes swiftly.

The range hood was too loud, and the kitchen glass door was closed, so she didn't hear the doorbell.

Until her daughter's silver bell-like voice came faintly, she thought it was an auditory hallucination, so she put down the spatula and went to the door to have a look.

Unexpectedly, at a glance, he saw a tall figure standing in the living room.

Feng Moyan?

How did this bastard get in the house!

Her complexion changed drastically, she hurriedly opened the door and went out, before the order to evict the guest was issued, the man turned around, holding his daughter in his arms.

"Mom!" The little girl immediately jumped out of her father's arms and ran to her, "Mom, dad said your cooking is delicious, I'll come to eat."

Yang Qianyu was wearing an apron around her waist, and her hands were still stained with oil. Her daughter rushed forward. She was both happy and surprised. She wanted to hug her, but her arms were raised and lowered.

"Okay, dinner will be ready soon, mom has cooking fumes on her body, go and play with your brothers first.". Seven

Xixi stood in front of her mother, turned her head to look at her brothers, her pink and jade-like face drooped again.

"I don't want to play with them... big liar..." the little girl muttered.

"Brother, they have been thinking about you."

"..." The little girl still pouted, her face full of reluctance.

Yang Qianyu was thinking about the dishes in the pot and had no time to worry about it. She stood up and glared at the man, then hurried back to the kitchen.

Mr. Feng naturally received the dissatisfaction and anger of his ex-wife.

But what about this?

Seeing that his son took the initiative to coax his sister, he raised his eyes to look at the kitchen, calmed down his emotions, and walked forward.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, the roar of the range hood came.

At the same time, there is also the smell of food that makes the index finger move.

The woman was wearing an apron, her hair was tied behind her head with a big clip, and a few strands slid down from her ears, shaking slightly as she cooked.

This is definitely not her glamorous side, but in the eyes of a man, there is another charm that fascinates him.

The smoke in the kitchen is the most wonderful aspect of life.

He stared blankly, regretting once again that he had been a fool, destroying the beauty and happiness that belonged to him with his own hands.

"What are you doing here? I welcome Xixi to eat, but you are not welcome. If you have any face, go away."

Yang Qianyu kept ignoring him until the last dish was cooked before coldly giving the order to chase away the guests.

Feng Moyan regained consciousness after hearing the words, and continued to move forward with his long legs.

"I'm hungry too." He watched the woman's busy appearance almost greedily, as if he had never known her who was full of fireworks.

"You are a dignified president, where can't you fill your stomach?"

"But I just want to eat what you made."

"I'm not your servant."

"That was not what I meant……"

Yang Qianyu suddenly became angry, "Then what do you mean? I really don't understand, do you want it because you can't get it? Don't you feel ashamed that you are such a stalker? Without Yang Caiyue, there is still a woman Celebrities, female celebrities look down on other famous ladies - as long as you want Feng Moyan, what kind of woman doesn't have it?"

Why keep holding on to her?

The man stared at her steadfastly, and when she finished speaking, he continued without hesitation: "I don't want anyone but you."

"..." Yang Qianyu was blocked by his words, his arrogance swelled, and his throat tightened.

The two sides suddenly fell silent, only the range hood that had not been turned off was still rumbling.

The two looked at each other, one glaring, the other devout and humble.

After a while, Yang Qianyu couldn't bear his hypocritical infatuation, and turned to wash the pot bitterly.

Unexpectedly, just as the iron pan was taken off the stove, it was very hot. She let out an exclamation of "ah", and shrank her hands away.

"What's wrong?" The man came quickly and wrapped her around her from behind.