Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

After laughing, his tone became brighter, "What can I do to you with my horrible appearance? Why are you so frightened?"

Yang Qianyu rolled his eyes at him angrily, but thinking that this person couldn't see, he rolled his eyes, and said aloud: "You said out of nowhere that you want to touch other people's faces, who wouldn't be surprised?"

"I'm just..." The smile on his face gradually narrowed, his face with deep features returned to seriousness and piousness, and he said in a low voice, "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time... My memory is still stuck in the memory of our dozen or so years ago... At that time, you were bright and beautiful, pure and charming, and countless boys in the whole school surrounded you..."

Speaking of this, Yang Qianyu thought of the serialized novels that were still being updated on XX.

It just happened that the female lead was stuffed with love letters by other boys in school, and was intercepted by the male lead in public, forcing the suitor to swear on the spot - never to harass the female lead again, or get out of the school.

Now, this is proper campus bullying!He is a gangster!

In fact, if Feng Moyan could see with his eyes, he would probably be able to retrieve all the lost memories if he went after the serialized novel carefully.

Unfortunately, the eyes can not see.

Her thoughts raced for a few seconds, she came back to her senses and said calmly, "I am also bright and beautiful now, pure and moving!"

"You're already a mother."

"So what?" Hearing his words, Yang Qianyu was suddenly a little displeased—it turned out that she also cared about how others judged herself.

"You mean, now that I'm a mother, I'm going to be old, and I'll destroy the perfect image of Yang Qianyu in your mind, don't you?"

Even though they were all alone, she was still upset.

Feng Moyan also heard something, and his tone was smiling: "Qianqian, are you jealous of yourself?"

"No!"

"Then...is it possible?"

The topic came back again, Yang Qianyu clutched the strap of the bag, her delicate and beautiful facial features were hesitant, and her heart...was also hesitant.

What are these two?

She has always regarded this man as a friend and the father of the child, so she patiently came to visit him and coax him so that he could cooperate with the doctor's treatment.

But if the two continue like this, let alone outsiders think their relationship is unusual, even she herself feels that the sense of proportion is getting more and more blurred.

Thinking of what Fei Fei said today, she seemed to be trying to prove something, she was cruel, and refused: "No! Men and women can't kiss each other, what are you touching! You should rest quickly."

After speaking, she turned and left.

Feng Moyan's voice came from behind: "Qianqian, are you running away? Afraid that you won't be able to help but forgive me, or even... fall in love with me again?"

She turned around quickly: "How is it possible! If you could remember what you did to me before, you wouldn't even forgive yourself. How could I forget so easily? How could I fall in love with you again? "

"Since you're not afraid, just let me touch your face. What are you resisting?"

"Normal men and women, who would ask to touch each other's face?"

"Isn't that because I can't see?"

"..."

"Qianqian... I'm going to be on the operating table again tomorrow, so take it as fulfilling one of my wishes."

Yang Qianyu took a deep breath, endured, hesitated, struggled, and wanted to leave, but felt that her evasion was really a sign of guilt...

No, she is not guilty.

All feelings for this man died five years ago.

Just touch it, what are you afraid of?

She convinced herself that the more frank she was, the more fearless she would be.

So he turned around and went back, threw his bag on the chair, walked to the bed, and said condescendingly, "How do you want to touch it? You can't even move your hands."

Seeing that she had changed her mind and returned, Feng Moyan was immediately in a turbulent mood, but he didn't dare to show too much on his face.

When she questioned that she couldn't move her hands, Mr. Feng quickly clarified: "Who said that? My hand...you can move it a little bit."

In order to match what he said, he vigorously raised his big hand that had fallen on the edge of the bed.

Yang Qianyu lowered her eyes and looked at it in surprise, "Can you move your hands?"

"Well, but it can't be fully lifted, that's it..." He demonstrated, and it can be raised from the elbow.

Yang Qianyu: "It's like a beckoning cat."

"..."

Since he couldn't lift it up completely, Yang Qianyu had to bend down.

She sat down on the chair, leaned forward, deliberately held her breath, and said in a light tone, "Hurry up and touch..."

Mr. Feng slowly raised his lucky cat hand.

But he couldn't move his upper arm, so he could only use his fingers as a fulcrum to move his fingers back and forth. After touching it several times, he only scratched the woman's drooping hair.

Yang Qianyu's hair was being held up by him, and he felt a kind of... indescribably awkward, and seemed uncomfortable.

After making a scene several times, Feng Moyan also felt embarrassed, "You...can't you help me?"

"..." The woman didn't say a word, but sighed in great dissatisfaction, then raised her hand to grab his big palm, hesitated, and landed on her cheek.

The moment Feng Moyan's heart was grabbed by her hand, it felt as if something was holding her, and her whole body tightened suddenly.

And when his fingers landed on the woman's face, his fingertips felt her delicate and smooth skin, and the tightened whole body seemed to be brushed by an iron, and he felt comfortable and docile...

This is Qianqian...

After waking up for so many days, he didn't really feel the existence of his beloved until this moment.

And the voice that lingered in my ears before was like an illusory dream.

It was very quiet in the ward.

As Feng Moyan's fingers began to wander, Yang Qianyu's heart also tightened inch by inch, and all the cells in his body seemed to be closed and lost their functions.

She tried her best to breathe smoothly, and kept every piece of skin on her face frozen, as if the hand had never touched her.

But God knows how depressed she was tormented by this numb and awkward feeling.

The warm touch passed over the cheeks, the eyebrows, the eyelashes, climbed up the bridge of the nose, and then slowly descended and landed on her soft lips.

Yang Qianyu's heart was beating in panic, but she had to hold her breath, hoping that he would finish touching it soon.

But how could Feng Moyan be so quick?

He seems to be caressing the priceless cultural relics, as if he wants to touch every molecule in place, research thoroughly - with a marvelous and devout heart, completely worship.

This face has been engraved in my memory for a long time.

So even if he couldn't see it with his eyes, he could still judge the shape by the touch of his fingertips.

"The skin is delicate and smooth, the eyebrows are delicate and neat...the eyelashes are very long, like a small brush, the bridge of the nose...well, it's perfectly tall...the lips—"

While observing, he used words to describe the "scenery" under his hand, and when his fingertips touched the woman's lips, his voice stopped slowly.

lip……

It was incredibly soft and plump, as if stroking fine silk, or holding a piece of delicious jelly.

He couldn't help but dream, remembering the scene of their first kiss.

"Qianqian... you—"