Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"..." He remained silent, without any change in the expression on his face.

"You can think about it. If you don't drink today, I won't come here in the future."

"If you don't come, you won't come. You take the children, let's go." He finally spoke and expressed his opinion directly.

Yang Qianyu's face changed slightly, she frowned and looked at him, she was silent for a while, smiled and said: "I thought you would use your current appearance to pretend to be pitiful to me, make me feel guilty, and serve you without complaint from now on—— Who would have thought that you would be devastated, give up on yourself, and let me go free..."

She couldn't believe it all over her face, she paused and continued to mock: "It seems that the brain is indeed broken, and it's not like the previous Feng Moyan."

"..." The man's thin lips were tightly pursed, his face tensed, obviously holding back.

"However, regardless of whether you are still the same Feng Moyan from before, since I took the trouble to boil the soup and bring it to you, you have to drink it for me obediently. At least, I have to establish a good image in front of the children, otherwise they will think that mother He is a cold-blooded and heartless person—my father has become like this, and my mother doesn't care about it."

After saying this in a half-hearted way, she fed the spoon to the man's lips again, and said impatiently, "Hurry up and drink, I don't have much time to accompany you."

Feng Moyan finally couldn't take it anymore, "Since you don't want to come, no one is forcing you!"

"Didn't I say that you have to maintain a good image in front of the children!"

"Then you delivered it, you can go."

The woman said lazily and forcefully: "That's not okay. I won't watch you drink it with my own eyes. If you make someone fall over, wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts?"

"..." Feng Moyan forbeared again, his empty and out-of-focus eyes became sharp, "Do you think such agitation will be useful to me?"

"Why should I provoke you? What do you have to do with me?" She asked back lightly.

"..."

She continued her efforts, "Feng Moyan, if you weren't the father of my three children, do you think I would still come to see you now?"

"..." He was still silent, but his face had become terribly cold.

"Besides, you all know how sorry you were to me in the past, so you shouldn't make up for it now? Cooperate with my performance and let the children feel that their mother is benevolent and that they have not treated their father badly—this is your responsibility and obligation."

Yang Qianyu said everything that needed to be said, threatened and provoked her, exhausted her patience, and ordered angrily: "Drink!"

The man's thin lips pursed, as if he was wronged, but also as if he gave in. He froze for a few seconds, and finally opened his mouth.

Yang Qianyu sneered inwardly, and fed the soup.

Because she was angry, her movements were not very gentle, as if she had poured it in.

Feng Moyan couldn't see, and didn't know how much soup she scooped up in one spoonful, so he was caught off guard and choked.

"Cough...cough cough-"

The sudden cough shook his injured body, and he convulsed while coughing, his whole face quickly flushed red, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with pain.

"How are you? Are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor?" Yang Qianyu was terrified, put down the soup bowl quickly, was at a loss and dared not touch him, turned around and went to the doctor.

When Feng Moyan heard her leave, he hurriedly suppressed the pain and called out: "Come back!"

The woman turned around with hesitation and nervousness on her face, "You... are you okay?"

The man lay down, gradually calming down, but coughing occasionally.

Seeing his sweat all over his face, Yang Qianyu still couldn't bear it, took the towel beside him, and wiped it gently and carefully for him.

Feeling her gentle and delicate care, Feng Moyan felt inexplicably relieved.

According to Gong Beize, she had been back for a while, but she never changed her mind - no matter how much he expressed his sincerity, she would abandon him like a shoe and was determined to separate the relationship.

Then today's treatment can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

"You...are you in pain?" Yang Qianyu asked in a low voice as he put back the towel and saw that his brows hadn't relaxed for a while.

Feng Moyan didn't reply, and said sarcastically, "I don't think you came to visit out of good intentions, but rather to take revenge and murder."

"Oh! I'm going to murder you, so I won't save you at that time!" Yang Qianyu picked up the soup bowl again, dropped these words, and brought the spoon to his mouth again.

This time, the movements were gentler and more careful, like feeding a baby.

Feng Moyan drank the soup and "looked" at her, "Save me? What do you mean?"

Yang Qianyu didn't intend to say this at first, but seeing that he gave up on himself and was overwhelmed by negative emotions, he felt that he should still talk about it.

"The night you were rescued, the blood bank was running out of type A blood. At that time, the doctor was racing against the god of death, and he was exhausted after a second of delay. Although your father has the same blood type as you, his body can't draw blood. It's me. I gave you three bags of blood, and waited until the blood center transferred the blood."

Feng Moyan was stunned when he heard that, he fed the spoon to his mouth without moving.

Yang Qianyu didn't urge her either, but continued: "So, Feng Moyan, your life can be considered saved by me. If you want to give up on yourself and live in chaos, you have to ask me if I agree."

The man didn't speak, with a complicated look on his face.

The woman touched his lips with a spoon, signaling him to continue drinking.

He opened his mouth, but instead of drinking soup, he asked, "Aren't you determined to leave me? Why are you still saving me?"

Yang Qianyu was angry when she heard the words, "Just because I don't want to be with you doesn't mean I expect you to die! In that case, anyone with a conscience will save him, right?"

After finishing speaking, she became impatient again, "Do you want to drink? My arms are so sore!"

Only then did Feng Moyan open his mouth, and continued after drinking the soup, "So... now my body is bleeding from your blood."

Yang Qianyu was afraid that he would think too much, so he said angrily: "There are still many people's blood in your body."

"..." He was speechless.

The ward was quiet, except for the occasional sound of a spoon hitting a porcelain bowl.

The man who had been irritable for a few days, like a tamed beast, opened his mouth obediently and quickly finished a bowl of soup.

"anything else?"

He didn't say a word, but judging from the sexy rolled Adam's apple, it was obvious that he hadn't had enough.

Yang Qianyu showed an expression of extreme contempt and speechlessness on his face, turned around and poured out another bowl of soup.

Suddenly, he found that he was fine even if he couldn't see.

In this way, she could roll her eyes at him fiercely, make faces, and show a disgusted and contemptuous expression-he couldn't see it anyway, hehe!

Then feed the second bowl of soup.

The two haven't lived in peace like this for many years.

At this moment, she can stare at his face unscrupulously, her eyes quietly tracing his eyebrows, his face, his nose, his lips, even the sharp jawline.

The sunny and handsome face in memory slowly merged with the mature and stern face in front of him.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, life is really impermanent, who would have thought that Feng Moyan would be so miserable that he couldn't take care of himself.

In fact, she sneered a lot just now, but in her heart, she could understand him.

No one could accept such an earth-shaking change, let alone Feng Moyan, who was originally high and mighty.

Hey... It's just that no matter what happens, life still has to go on.

Therefore, she still hoped that this person would cheer up soon.

Regardless of whether you can return to the appearance of a normal person in the future, at least mentally and psychologically, you must be like a normal person.

After finishing the second bowl of soup, he didn't intend to stop.

But Yang Qianyu didn't plan to continue feeding.

"You have a special body, so you can't drink too much at one time. There is still some left in the thermos. When you want to drink later, ask the nurse to warm it up and feed you." Seeing that he liked the soup, Yang Qianyu took the initiative to say .

Feng Moyan said "um" in a very low voice, then asked after a pause, "You... are leaving?"

Yang Qianyu observed his expression.

Obviously, he was reluctant.

"Didn't you drive me away just now? I've completed my mission, so naturally I won't stay in your way—oh, you can't see it now."

After saying this, she suddenly thought of something, inexplicably stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes again.

Feng Moyan felt the air blowing over his cheeks, and said in a strange tone, "What are you doing?"

"Let me verify that you really can't see it!"

"..." The man was obviously speechless, and his face showed displeasure, "Shouldn't normal people avoid my pain on purpose? What do you mean by always being like this?"

"You also said that you are a normal person, but I think you are not normal now."

"..." Feng Moyan was angry again.

Yang Qianyu picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he was angry, she lazily explained: "Don't worry, I'm not that perverted, deliberately rubbing salt in other people's wounds. I'm just worried that when you suddenly regain your sight, you will deliberately pretend to be blind to win sympathy."

He was so surprised that his tone changed, "I used to be this kind of person?"

"More than that! You used to be more rascal than this!"

"..." The man was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth and turned his head away, "You can go."

"Don't worry, I don't want to stay for a second!"

Before she finished speaking, the woman turned around and left.

Feng Moyan felt her leave, and almost as soon as she turned around, she turned around again, her thin lips moved.

It seemed like he wanted to keep him, but he didn't dare to speak.

Immediately, obvious loss and depression appeared on his face.

But Yang Qianyu failed to leave smoothly.

——Because, she opened the door, and Xu Hong was standing outside who was about to open the door and come in.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

But Yang Qianyu quickly returned to normal, her expression was calm and indifferent, and she was going to go out when people outside came in.

But Xu Hong didn't think so.

"What are you doing here again?" After being surprised, Xu Hong reprimanded and taunted her, "I've finished all the ugly words, why don't you be ashamed? Can't you just let Mo Yan go?"

As soon as his mother's voice came, Feng Moyan immediately said, "Mom! I asked her to come!"

Behind Xu Hong was a servant, carrying a thermos bucket in his hand.

Seeing her son's habitual maintenance, she turned around and dragged the thermos bucket to signal the servant to go out first, glared at Yang Qianyu and said, "You are a vixen! You are so fascinated by Mo Yan that you don't even recognize your own mother!"

Yang Qianyu smiled, "Your words are really flattering me, I still have such a great ability."

"You—" Xu Hong was too angry to answer.

Just in time, Yang Qianyu's cell phone rang.

She took the opportunity to connect and spoke English: "I'm in the hospital and I'm about to leave, okay... I see, see you later."

She spoke English and there was no doubt that it was Kane calling.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Feng Moyan's face suddenly darkened.

But before he could speak, the woman at the door had already turned around and walked away while answering the phone, without even saying hello to them.

Xu Hong was so angry, but she had no choice but to close the door and go in with the thermos.

As soon as she put the bucket down, she caught a glimpse of another thermos bucket on the bedside table, and immediately understood, and without thinking about it, she lifted that thermos bucket and threw it into the trash can.

With a "clang clang", Feng Moyan was startled.

"Mom, what did you lose?"

"Throw out the trash."

"Did you lose the thermos on the bedside table?"

Xu Hong looked back at her son, almost thinking that his eyes had recovered.

Seeing that his mother didn't speak, Feng Moyan knew he had guessed right.

"Pick it up, there is still soup inside."

"I brought it for you. Today's soup is the fresh ingredients I bought in the market early in the morning, and I cooked it myself."

"Pick it up, I want to drink the soup inside." He turned his face towards his mother, and repeated it over and over without changing his tone.

Xu Hong was in a stalemate, gritted her teeth secretly, with anger and heartache in her eyes!

How could she raise such a son!

The atmosphere in the ward was dull and deadlocked.

Although Xu Hong was so angry that she was about to shed tears, but seeing her son's stiff and uncompromising face, she gritted her teeth and turned around, and brought back the discarded thermos from the trash can.

It's neatly placed on the bedside table.

"Mo Yan, your father is so angry that he won't come to see you today. Do you have to do this? How did that woman attract you? You are so obsessed!"

Feng Moyan didn't respond, but asked instead: "What's wrong with Qianqian, why are you full of prejudice and hatred for her?"

"She... Doesn't she need a reason if she doesn't like someone?"

"Then what reason do I need for liking someone?"

"..." Xu Hong was at a loss for words.

"What's more... There are three children between us."

When it comes to the child, Xu Hong is even more angry, "You are in this state, the child is raised under her name, does it have anything to do with you?"

"She came to see me, that explains everything." If Qianqian was really as ruthless and ruthless as her parents said, then she would have taken the children away long ago, why wait until he wakes up?

Seeing that his mother stopped talking, Feng Moyan stated again: "Mom, I will never have anything to do with any other woman in this life except her. It doesn't matter if you don't accept it, I don't care if you accept it or not."

Xu Hong was very angry, and stomped her feet fiercely: "I should be just like your father, when you are dead! I came here to ask Qishou what to do!"

After the words fell, he didn't bother to care whether his son ate or drank, so he turned around angrily and left.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he was startled again by the figure standing at the door.

Yang Qianyu was also stunned for a while, and then explained embarrassingly: "Well... I left a document behind, and I will come back to get it..."

Hearing her voice, Feng Moyan who was on the hospital bed turned his head suddenly, his eyes regained some air.

Xu Hong looked at the woman in front of her, thinking that she must have heard what her son said just now, her face turned green and red, she pushed Yang Qianyu away and left angrily.