Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Knowing that Feng Moyan had entered the room, Yang Qianyu couldn't sit still anymore.

I hung up the phone, grabbed my bag, and was about to go out in a hurry.

Just when Xiaoxiao came in, the two almost bumped into each other.

"Sister, do you want to go out?"

"Ok!"

"The client has arrived and made an appointment before."

Yang Qianyu patted her forehead, and then remembered that she had made an appointment with an important client.

I have no choice but to go to see the client first, and get off work early and rush back later.

The phone rang again, it was a text message from that person.

As if he could read minds, he warned: You go to work hard, don't rush back, anyway, you can't drive me away.

Yang Qian's tone was congested.

Look, the shamelessness of this man is simply outrageous!

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Feng Moyan not only bought a complete set of dining table and chairs, but also brought a special gift for the children.

A purebred golden retriever puppy.

This idea was also given to him by Gong Beize.

It is said that there is no child who does not like cats and dogs.

Boys are energetic and active, so it is more suitable to have a dog than a cat.

Therefore, Mr. Feng asked someone to bring back a purebred golden retriever from abroad.

Sure enough, the two brothers didn't look up when they saw him. It can be seen that he conjured up a puppy, and the puppy timidly made a sound of "Awow", as if very scared and helpless—the two People are attracted immediately.

"Brother...why do you have a dog? It's so cute."

"..." Of course Xiaoyu knew what was going on.

This old man is really cunning.

How did he know what he and his brother wanted?

From childhood to adulthood, I don’t know how many times I told my mother that I wanted to raise a dog.

Almost every neighbor in the world has pets.

But my mother said that she was too busy to take care of them both, and it would be even more tiring to have a pet.

They didn't want their mother to work so hard, so they stopped mentioning it.

But the mother also promised that when they grow up and can take care of the dogs by themselves, they will fulfill their wishes.

Unexpectedly, this annoying scumbag father would actually bring a dog in his arms.

"Brother... do you think it is sick? It keeps shaking..."

Xiaoyu glanced at it, and couldn't bear the pitiful look of the dog, so he walked over and squatted down, "No, it might be scared."

"Then what should we do? Let's carry it to the sofa."

"Um……"

But as soon as they stretched out their hands, the little golden retriever was so frightened that it only lay down on the ground, and the wailing sound in its mouth became even more pitiful.

Xiao Zhou was so distressed that he wanted to cry, "Whoa...what to do, puppy, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you...". Seven

Xiaoyu reached out his hand very gently, touched the dog's head, and told his younger brother: "It may be cold, go get a blanket."

"Ok!"

The two brothers wrapped the little golden retriever in a blanket, put it on the sofa, fed it with water and food, and lay down there to take care of it carefully.

Feng Moyan watched the workers install all the dining tables and chairs, and nodded with satisfaction.

This dining table has six seats, so it is enough for their family of five to sit down and eat.

Turning around to look at the living room, the two little fools wrapped the dog tightly, surrounded it from left to right, chirping and comforting non-stop.

"It's normal for it to be a little timid when it first arrives in an unfamiliar environment, and it will be fine after a couple of days."

As soon as the man spoke, the children looked over.

Xiaoyu immediately changed his face, distanced himself from the dog, and looked disgusted: "Who told you to bring it here? My mother is very busy and hard every day. How can I have time to take care of pets?"

Xiao Zhou was taken aback, and looked at his brother.

This……

Doesn't my brother like it very much?Why do you still say such things?

Feng Moyan raised his eyebrows, walked to the sofa, pushed aside the blanket, grabbed the little golden retriever by the neck, and picked it up.

The dog barked all of a sudden.

"In this case, I'll take it away. It's so pitiful. It's going to be a stray dog ​​at such a young age. I don't know if it will starve to death."

"No!" Before he finished speaking, Xiao Zhou rushed up and snatched the dog away, holding it in his arms distressedly, "Brother, we can take care of the dog, don't bother mom."

Xiaoyu watched the dog shivering in his brother's arms, with two little paws resting on his brother's shoulders, and his body was still climbing up, as if he was afraid of being thrown out by that scumbag father - he also shaken.

Feng Moyan saw the reaction of the eldest son clearly.

Obviously full of liking and reluctance, but because he gave it to me, I am entangled in my heart.

Hey, this awkwardness is exactly the same as his mother.

Afraid that if the teasing continued, the brat hated him even more, so Mr. Feng pretended to be a good guy again.

"Don't worry, the dog is well taken care of, I believe you will be able to."

The younger brother frowned, "But Mom..."

"I'll go and tell your mother. Besides, I can take care of it for you, and I won't trouble your mother."

"Really?" Xiao Zhou was happy, his brows and eyes suddenly brightened.

"of course it's true."

"Brother! Brother! We can keep the dog!"

Xiaoyu didn't speak, but he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his face was obviously relaxed.

Feng Moyan is a black-bellied old man.

Seeing all this in his eyes, he felt relieved.

Gong Beize finally gave him a feasible suggestion, and gave him a few days off later.

"Brother, let's give the dog a name... Well, what should we call it..."

Xiao Zhou said to himself: "Ding Ding? Dangdang? Doudou? Ball?"

"..." Xiaoyu couldn't stop listening, and interrupted, "Charlie, or Buck! How cool!"

Feng Mo said: "This is a Chinese dog, so we won't give it a foreign name. It looks fat and thick, so let's call it Dundun. It's cute and easy to remember."

Xiao Zhou was very happy: "Okay! Let's call it Dundun!"

Xiaoyu deliberately sang the opposite tune, "What's the difference between this and Ding Ding Dang..."

"Hey, Dundun...Little Dundun...you will stay at my house from now on! Don't worry, as long as I have a bite to eat, you won't be hungry!"

Xiao Zhou likes the name very much, and happily plays with the golden retriever, taking care of him meticulously.

When Yang Qianyu returned home at six o'clock, as soon as he entered the door, he heard laughter and laughter in the living room.

She was still changing her shoes, and the younger son ran over excitedly, "Mom, mom! That person sent a puppy! It's called Dundun! It's so cute!"

"What puppy?" Yang Qianyu was taken aback for a moment, but before he could figure it out, he saw the eldest son walking over with the fluffy ball in his arms.

A little golden retriever.

She was stunned, "This..."

Seeing his mother's reaction, Xiaoyu was a little nervous, and glanced at the kitchen, "Mom...it was sent by that person, he said, my brother and I can take care of the dog now, shall we keep it?"

Yang Qianyu knew that the two sons wanted to raise a dog, and they had been talking about it for more than a year.

She said that when the children are older and can take care of the dog, they will be satisfied.

But how...

"Wait..." She touched her son's head, smiled softly, and took out her phone.

The number was dialed out, and soon, the bell rang in the living room.

Xiaoyu understood, and immediately said: "That person hasn't left, she's in the kitchen."

Feng Moyan is in the kitchen?

She was surprised again, and walked in following the sound of the mobile phone, and saw someone's sky-high mobile phone on the dining table.

And that table—

Yang Qianyu froze, all kinds of emotions quickly stagnated and fermented in his chest.

He came to her house without authorization, changed her dining table on his own initiative, brought a dog over, and occupied her kitchen...

What is this man up to?

He didn't deal with the mess with Yang Caiyue, what the hell was he doing here by relying on her!

The two brothers looked at their mother's serious face and were obviously angry. Both of them were quiet and did not dare to make a sound.

The puppy in his arms squeaked, and his brother immediately stroked his head to comfort him.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to zero, until the kitchen door opened, and the sound of the range hood came, breaking the stagnation of the room.

She turned her eyes and stared at it bitterly. The man was wearing her apron, which was quite funny. His handsome and dignified face was full of smiles and oily shine, like an ordinary husband who was busy with housework to please his wife.

"You're back? Wash your hands and take a break, and we'll have dinner soon."

After he finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen and closed the door by the way.

Yang Qianyu froze in place, as if his soul had come out of his body.

Xiaoyu is afraid that his mother will be angry and will send the dog away, so he is worried.

But still mustered up the courage, stepped forward, and pulled my mother's sleeve with one free hand.

Yang Qianyu lowered her head and saw the anxious look of the sensible elder son.

At the same time, I also saw that cute and well-behaved dog.

"Mom...can we keep Dundun?" Xiaoyu asked.

"Dundun?"

"It's a dog, and its name is Dundun."

Yang Qianyu had a strange expression on her face, and she didn't know if she disliked the name, "Who chose it?"

"that person."

Xiao Zhou immediately said, "Isn't it nice? I said it was called Ding Ding Dang or Qiu Qiu, but they all disagreed."

"..." The corners of Yang Qianyu's mouth twitched, "That should still be called Dundun."

"Hmph!" Xiao Zhou slumped, knowing that he was disgusted again, snorted and snatched Dundun away, and carried him to play.

Xiaoyu was still standing there, raising his head: "Mom..."

Knowing what the elder son was worried about, she felt complicated and helpless. She touched the elder son's head and comforted her: "Don't worry, Mom won't rush away, but you have to learn to take care of him."

Xiaoyu's expression brightened, and he nodded again and again: "My brother and I will take good care of it!"

The child turned and ran away.

Yang Qianyu took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and stopped in the restaurant.

The dining table is not cheap at first glance, with six chairs.

It seems that this guy is planning a "protracted war", and the battlefield is here with her.

Looking in through the glass door, the man was busy wandering around in the kitchen, frowning tightly as if facing an enemy.

Tangtang Feng Moyan, who lived so long that he probably didn't go into the kitchen enough times to get a slap in the face, but now he is in her cramped kitchen, washing his hands and making soup.

If they were in a normal relationship, she would be very happy to see this scene, feeling warm and happy.

But they are not...

Then when he did all this, apart from making her feel surprised and troubled, she was not moved at all.

When he was in a daze and distracted, the kitchen door opened again, and the man came out with a plate of dishes.

"Tell them both to wash their hands and prepare to eat." Feng Moyan warned, then turned around and went in again, in a hurry.

Yang Qianyu regained her sanity, walked around the dining table and followed the man into the kitchen.

Looking across the countertop and sink, the look on her face was indescribable.

The level of chaos was as unbearable as a bombarded battlefield.

Feng Moyan looked back, understood in seconds, and quickly explained: "I'll clean it up later, it will be cleaned!"

Yang Qianyu didn't respond, but asked calmly, "Feng Moyan, what do you mean?"

The tall figure didn't look back, and was picking up a kitchen knife to chop shallots and sprinkle them into the chicken soup, when he heard the words, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"This is my home. You did all this without my permission. Do you think I can be moved by this?"