Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

After drinking the soup, Yang Qianyu raised her wrist to check the time. It was not yet noon, and she was still a little free, so she decided to finish her work.

"Hey, are you going to turn over or not? The nurse said that you can't lie down like this all the time, you have to turn over to get some air." Lowering her wrist, she looked at the man who was a little more lazy after being full, and asked coldly.

Feng Moyan frowned slightly, but said nothing, obviously unwilling.

Yang Qianyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, she bent down to pull the quilt.

Unexpectedly, the man reacted very quickly, and his cold fingers were quite strong, tightly pulling the quilt to hold him down.

"You, what are you doing!" He asked anxiously.

Women take it for granted, "Turn over for you!"

"No...no need." He said awkwardly, even though he couldn't see his eyes, he still lowered his eyebrows and didn't dare to raise them.

Yang Qianyu frowned, and said patiently: "Feng Moyan, don't think that I am free every day and have time to spend time with you! If you don't cooperate with the treatment, I don't care whether I live or die in the future!"

He muttered: "I... I didn't ask you to take care of me."

"What did you say?"

She suddenly raised her tone with a dangerous tone, and Mr. Feng immediately faltered, not daring to repeat the words, and said in a low voice: "I... I'm not wearing clothes... Wait, wait a minute, just let the nurse help me turn over It's..."

tsk—

Yang Qianyu straightened up with great interest, crossed his arms, and stared at his handsome face, which was flushed to the ears, feeling incredible.

"Am I not mistaken? Mr. Feng also has shy moments?"

"..."

"You are so fierce to the nurse, how do I know that he will come back later, are you cooperating?"

Mr. Feng pursed his lips, and being told in his heart, he remained silent again.

He couldn't move, couldn't see, his whole body was bruised, and his whole body was really uncomfortable like a needle prick after lying down for a long time.

However, letting him be naked in front of outsiders and being turned around by others is more humiliating than killing him.

Therefore, every time the nurse wanted to turn him over, he would scold him bloody.

Until the physical strength is exhausted, when he falls asleep and his consciousness is hazy, he can only be tossed and tossed by the nurses.

But when he was awake, no matter what, he would not allow others to touch him.

"Did I tell you?"

"It's not necessary anyway."

He is not even willing to show this side in front of the nurse, so how can he be willing to show such an embarrassing side in front of the woman he loves so much?

This embarrassment is better than Ling Chi.

"Feng Moyan, we grew up together and have been married for three years. I haven't seen anything about you. Why are you so shy now?"

"Yang Qianyu, you!" He was so angry that Jun's face turned even redder, he hesitated, and became angry with embarrassment, "You are a woman, say such things, are you a hooligan?!"

Yang Qianyu deliberately angered him, "Even if I'm playing a hooligan, I won't pick on you!"

"You, don't go too far!"

"I'm just going too far, what can you do to me? Get well soon if you have the ability, and continue to be brave!"

"..."

He fell silent, and Yang Qianyu didn't have time to continue talking, bent down and tugged at the quilt again, "Let go!"

"It's different..." The man gritted his teeth, spit out a few words angrily, and then pursed his lips, looking aggrieved.

"Huh?" Yang Qianyu didn't understand, she frowned and looked at him, "What's the difference?"

His face was even more embarrassing, blushing as if bleeding: "It's different now... My body is ugly now, I'm afraid I'll scare you..."

He really cares about this.

It's hard to imagine that Feng Moyan, who was so domineering and powerful in the past, is now so glassy.

"Then if you don't turn over, you get bed sores, your skin rots and smells and grows maggots, then it will not only be ugly, but disgusting, and it will kill you!"

Feng Moyan couldn't see with his eyes, but the imagination of his brain still existed.

The scene she depicted was so disgusting that his hairs stood on end, he was furious: "Yang Qianyu, why are you so vicious now?!"

"Is this poisonous? You used to be many times more poisonous than me!"

The man stared suspiciously.

Yang Qianyu lost her patience, and went straight to her hands, pushing away his fingers holding the quilt, and before he protested, lifted the quilt.

Feng Moyan didn't resist any more - in fact, he was the fish under the knife now, and he was powerless to resist.

He closed his eyes tightly, a little bit of deception.

And Yang Qianyu, looking at the "candid" male body in front of him, froze in shock for a moment.

It turned out that not only his face had lost a lot of weight, but even his body was so thin that only skin and bones remained.

The once strong muscle lines are now only faintly visible. The front of the abdomen is wrapped in layers of gauze, and blood still oozes out. The heart is still connected to the medical equipment by the bed, monitoring his vital signs at any time.

The rest...the arms, shoulders, and legs all had varying degrees of bruises or wounds, light and shallow, some had returned to a light yellow color, and a few severe ones were still in a state of bruising and bleeding.

He seemed... his bones, skin and flesh were all broken.

After thinking about it, it was a fall from the seventh floor, and you won't be crushed if you fall.

It was a miracle that he survived.

Although Feng Moyan couldn't see it, he could feel her gaze fixed on him for a long time.

If it was before, he would definitely tease some ambiguous words in this situation and take advantage of it.

But now, he... [-]

This feeling of being a weak person, being looked down on by others and leaving no room for it, seems to be burning all over.

"You...have you seen enough? Gong Beize said that you have many suitors and you also have a boyfriend. Why—haven't seen a man's body for many years?"

He spoke awkwardly and coldly, deliberately using fierceness to disguise his embarrassment and embarrassment at this time.

Yang Qianyu came back to her senses, she was startled to feel tears rolling down her cheeks, and hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it away.

"Who's looking at you? I just saw that you were injured too much, so I don't know where to start. I'm afraid that if you accidentally touch a vital point, you will be sent back to the gate of hell." She replied fiercely, bent down, and carefully Move his body vigorously.

Although Feng Moyan couldn't move his body, his senses still existed.

Her hand fell, soft and delicate, and the touch was so obvious that he couldn't help frowning, and his body tensed up slightly.

Yang Qianyu saw that he was nervous, glanced at his profile, wanted to say something, but finally suppressed it.

After finally turning him over to lie on his side, he turned his gaze and saw that his back was also covered with bruises, and there was a long wound on his waist.

I remembered that when he fell that day, he had landed on the canopy or anti-theft net of the balcony of the residents several times-although it could be used as a buffer, it also caused a lot of wounds.

"Is it okay to lie on your side like this?"

Thinking of her behind her back, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Put the pillow on..."

Otherwise, as soon as she let go, he will go back again.

"Oh..." Yang Qianyu responded, and quickly pulled the pillow on the chair, carefully placing it between his body and the mattress as a support.

With a seemingly simple turning over action, he was already covered in cold sweat from the pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

But he gritted his teeth secretly and remained silent.

After Yang Qianyu finished all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, walked around the end of the bed and returned to him.

At a glance, I saw him closing his eyes and frowning, trying to endure the pain.

Shrinking her heart, she looked up and down, a little scared: "You... what's wrong with you? Is my operation wrong? Did it hurt you? Do you want to call a doctor? I'll—"

"Come back!" She was about to turn around, but was stopped by the man again.

Yang Qianyu turned her head, "You..."

"It's okay. There are many wounds on my body. Of course it hurts to turn over. It will be fine after a while." He breathed heavily and explained with difficulty.

Yang Qianyu didn't speak, just stood there in a daze, wanting to do something for him, but didn't dare to act rashly.

After thinking about it, seeing that his head was sweating profusely, he quickly turned around and said, "I'll get a towel to wipe your sweat off."

After hurriedly entering the bathroom, she took a deep breath, letting her heart beat and her ears beep.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why this man had a bad temper and didn't take a good look at anyone.

In addition to the blows and frustrations caused by blindness, amnesia, and immobility, it is also because of the pain day and night?

Under such circumstances, who can maintain a good mood?

After thinking about it for a while, she came back to her senses, took off the towel, got hot water, and returned to the hospital bed.

The sound of water rushing, gurgling and falling into the basin.

Feng Moyan was lying on his side, feeling that the voice was right next to his ears, lingering together with him, and the refreshing fragrance of the woman.

After so many years, she has changed from a young girl to a young woman, the mother of three children, but the breath on her body has not changed.

Elegant and charming like orchid, people can't help but want to take a few more sips.

"This is a hot towel, I'll wipe your face first, and see if I can wipe your body later..."

He smelled of disinfectant all over his body, and he couldn't wash it after lying down for many days, so he must have been very uncomfortable.

Feng Moyan didn't speak, and let her serve her carefully.

Yang Qianyu didn't say anything, but her heart was fluctuating.

The towel gently scraped over his handsome eyebrows, high nose bridge, sexy thin lips, and shaved jaw, just like a paintbrush.

Neither of them spoke, the temperature in the room rose quietly, and the atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.

After wiping off the cold sweat, he covered his head with a hot towel, his face looked a little rosy, and he was much more energetic.

After simply wiping his whole body, Yang Qianyu was too tired to straighten up.

Brushing the hair between her temples with one hand, she gently kneaded her waist, and moved her neck left and right.

"Didn't you avoid me like a snake and scorpion before? I was afraid that I would pester you again. What do you mean by doing this to me now?" A man's deep and slow voice came from the room, questioning her intention of doing this.

Yang Qianyu paused for a moment to relax her posture, and her eyes stopped on his face.

Rolling her eyes, she said flatly: "It's nothing interesting, you don't listen to what other people say, but at least you can listen to a few words from me. So I will do what I can, and I will treat you as a good deed."

"That's all?"

"Why not?"

"Oh, I see..."

He responded in a low voice, closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he was in a trance, and stopped speaking.

Yang Qianyu felt that he seemed to be angry again.

It's just that this time I didn't get angry, but digested sullenly by myself.

She also knew what the man's question meant just now.

But how can she answer?

still love him?

Maybe not.

But I really can't let it go, and I can't ignore it.

She told herself, just treat it as accumulating virtue, and for the sake of the children, it is always good to do more good deeds.

She went to the bathroom with the basin in her hand, and she came back after a while.

It was already noon, and she had to take the children to eat, and she still had work to do in the afternoon.

So gotta go.

After taking out the bag, she saw that the man seemed to be fast asleep, she hesitated for a while, and called softly, "Hello, Feng Moyan?"