Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"Is it burning?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it!" Yang Qianyu became impatient, and was covered from behind by him, and he slapped his elbow hard, "Go away!"

The man was hit hard, and instead of walking away, he stuck to her even tighter, took her hand from behind and quickly put it under the faucet, "Rinse with cold water quickly, don't get burned."

"You don't care if you don't understand!" She became more and more angry, and her tone was raised.

Fortunately, the range hood was still on and the kitchen door was closed, so the children in the living room could not hear it.

"Feng Moyan, aren't you high and mighty? Don't you feel ashamed that you are obsessed with your ex-wife and keep a low voice?" She turned her head, her hair was a little messy, and she stared at the man from a close distance, talking harshly.

Feng Moyan didn't look at her, his side face was cold, and he took her hand with his big palm and put it under the water.

"How can it be a shame for a man to pursue the woman he likes?"

"Like? How much do you like?" She sneered.

Then the man turned his head slightly and looked at her with heavy eyes, "Full marks, is that enough?"

They were close, the man hugged her from behind, and the two embraced intimately.

Originally, Feng Moyan was much taller than her.

But because he was holding her hand to flush the water, the man's slender and tall body was slightly depressed.

So when they turned around for a while, their faces were facing each other.

Nose tip to nose tip, lips are about to touch.

The phrase "full score, is it enough" echoed in Yang Qianyu's ears, and his mind suddenly went blank as if someone had cast a spell on it.

The light from the kitchen poured down from the top of his head, and was partially blocked by the man. The slightly dim light made his facial features more profound, and his charming three-dimensional sense remained undiminished.

There was the sound of rushing water, the roaring of the range hood, and the woman's back that was pressed against the man's chest seemed to be on fire, and instantly felt hot and numb.

Realizing that the atmosphere between the two had become ambiguous, Yang Qianyu pursed her lips and swallowed, and turned her head quickly.

But the man still didn't miss the chance——

Withdrew his big water-soaked palm, pinched her chin, and pulled back her face that had just turned back. He leaned down and kissed her handsome face.

Everything is so fast that there is no room for the other party to resist.

"Hmm..." Yang Qianyu's breathing was blocked, her brows frowned, her body instinctively resisted the struggle.

But the man trapped her between his body and the sink, and she couldn't move in the narrow space.

Feng Moyan kissed her deeply, wondering how long he had thought about this moment.

In this life, except for his daughter, there will never be another woman who can touch his heart so much and make him dream of it.

In the past four or five years, he had occasionally thought that if he had not had to marry Yang Caiyue out of responsibility and morality, then he would never have another woman in his life.

Alone, with his daughter, living a life of pure heart and asceticism.

Think of it as God's punishment for him.

Now that he has lost it and regained it, he can only watch from a distance, which is much more cruel than a lifetime of pure heart and few desires.

He doesn't accept it.

Even if he gave everything, he would still save it.

For the children, but also for myself.

The gentle and passionate kiss made Yang Qianyu unable to resist, unable to push away, unable to move, she could only reach out to touch the spatula in the sink in the confusion.

Raise up——

When Feng Moyan heard the sound of her holding a spatula, his intoxicated eyes suddenly opened, and the next second, he was terrified.

He grabbed her wrist.

"Are you really so cruel?"

The woman was out of breath, her cheeks were flushed, and even her earlobes seemed to be bleeding.

"Try again, see if I dare!" She breathed hard, calmed down the anger in her chest, and said bitterly.

The man's blood was boiling, he just wanted to ignore everything, and carried her to the bedroom to bully her to the end.

But looking at the spatula she raised, and the eyes that would rather die than surrender, after all, she still has evil intentions but no courage.

"Isn't it just a kiss, and a lot of your meat..." He muttered in a low voice, and took the spatula from the woman's hand.

"..." Yang Qianyu really didn't know what to say.

So rascal!

"Is there something wrong with your hand? Let me see..."

The woman was so angry that she was about to explode, but he acted like nothing happened, and went to look at her hand again when he couldn't kiss her.

"It's hot, does it matter? Is there any ointment at home?" He asked with concern, frowning.

"It's okay." Yang Qianyu pulled out her hand, turned and walked away with a cold face.

Dinner was ready, she turned off the range hood, and turned on the rice cooker to serve the rice.

Feng Moyan stood where he was, without turning around.

After Yang Qianyu filled the meal, seeing him standing still, she said angrily, "Why are you standing there? Go ask the children to wash their hands and eat!"

The man turned his head to look at her, his handsome face blushed inexplicably, and even his eyes flickered.

"That...wait a minute—" As he spoke, he turned on the tap again and washed his hands first.

Yang Qianyu glanced at him, secretly cursing that he was sick.

When she turned back to continue serving the meal, she suddenly understood something, and turned to look at him again.

"Feng Moyan, you haven't had a woman in four or five years, have you?"

Otherwise, how could it be so easy to lose control?

It's sunny and the children are outside, how can he have that kind of thought?

After this question, the man became angry from embarrassment, shook the water in his hand, turned around and went out: "I want you to take care of it!"

Yang Qianyu froze, staring at his back, suddenly felt... terrified.

In the words of a gangster himself, during their three years of marriage, except for his business trips and the few days when she was inconvenient every month, the rest of the night was on duty every day.

She always felt that Feng Moyan was an extremely lustful person.

It must be impossible to live without a woman.

So as soon as he divorced her, he immediately had Yang Caiyue.

She thought it was seamless.

Is it...

Was she wrong?

However, he is in the prime of his life, and he is full of vigor. It is acceptable to say that he will not have a woman for four or five days, but not for four or five days...

Will he not get sick?

With this realization, Yang Qianyu suddenly felt strange.

What's wrong with it, I can't tell.

Outside, Feng Moyan, who had returned to normal, called the children to wash their hands and prepare for dinner.

Yang Qianyu took the food out and quickly arranged it.

When the three brothers and sisters came back, they climbed onto the chairs one by one, looking forward to it.

Standing beside the woman, Feng Moyan saw that there were only four chairs on both sides of the dining table, and subconsciously asked, "Where should I sit?"

"Without your seat, you can eat wherever you like."

"..."

Anyway, Mr. Feng got used to being thick-skinned, so he immediately lifted his daughter to sit on his lap, and he occupied her daughter's seat—and happened to be next to Yang Qianyu.

After sitting down, seeing the woman staring at him angrily, he smiled innocently: "Why is your dining table so small? There are not many chairs."

"I didn't invite you again."

"Well, I did it voluntarily. No matter who told you to invite three times and four times, you would not go to my place, so I brought my daughter over here for a meal."

He comfortably took the bowls and chopsticks in front of the woman, and smiled shamelessly at his son who was staring at him blankly, "Let's eat. It's rare for our family to get together today, so eat more."

Xiaoyu looked at Yang Qianyu with a pale face, and complained, "Mom, how could there be such a thick-skinned person."

Yang Qianyu smiled and sarcastically said, "It's hard to say whether he is a human being or not."

She thinks the word beast is more appropriate.

Instead of being angry, Mr. Feng smiled: "Speaking of me like that in front of the children, isn't it okay? If I'm not a human being, wouldn't they all be little beasts?"