Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

She shook her head again and again: "I can't, your injury hasn't healed yet, I dare not move you, and even though you have lost a lot of weight, I can't move you with your frame and height."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Don't try, I know it."

She turned around and wanted to leave again, but Feng Moyan held her wrist tightly.

Yang Qianyu understood, tilted her head slightly and said helplessly, "You don't have to make fun of your own safety if you want me to hug you?"

The man pursed his lips and smiled, "You can see all this thought."

"..." The woman rolled her eyes.

She's not stupid, she can't even see this?

The two had been "peacefully" together for more than a month, and he still kept his duty, but he was afraid that he couldn't bear it long ago.

Seeing that she didn't move or speak, Feng Moyan knew that she had nothing to do with him, so he decided to show his face -- act like a baby.

"Qianqian... Just treat it as fulfilling a small wish of mine. I can't see you, and I can't get in close contact with you. Don't you think... a bit cruel?"

"But I really..."

"Qianqian..." When he called out, he shook her wrist slightly.

Yang Qianyu paused, looked at his childish face, turned around, and said angrily, "Gong Beize is right! You are at most three years old, not even one day longer!"

Feng Sansui immediately showed a smile, the corners of his mouth widened in a sexy arc, and his empty and bewildered eyes became a little brighter, he really looked like a teenager with a sunny smile when he was a teenager.

Yang Qianyu watched, confused for a moment, and quickly shook her head to gather herself to avoid being bewitched.

"Sit up first, I will move your legs down, and then carry you to the wheelchair, remember... hug my neck tightly."

She lifted the quilt, pulled the man to sit up, and brought him a thick nightgown to put on him.

Feng Moyan sat obediently like a child.

When she walked around the man's body to put on his pajamas, she had to lean forward, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

Feng Moyan could clearly smell her breath, and even feel the warmth.

It's very similar to the memory, but... a little different.

"You smell of milk on your body, did you leave it after feeding the children?" He suddenly uttered a voice, which surprised Yang Qianyu.

"Milk scent? Is there any?" She raised her arm and smelled her arm, and looked at the man. "It seems that you are not only impaired in vision, but also have a problem with your sense of smell."

"Really, if you don't believe me, I'll smell it again."

As he spoke, he leaned closer and sniffed again. Yang Qianyu's neck was lifted by his breath, and he suddenly felt numb, and his skin felt like goosebumps.

Just as he was about to retreat, unexpectedly this person bumped into him suddenly.

It's really bumping, not kissing.

"Hiss—what are you doing!" Yang Qianyu was so frightened that his cheeks were numb, and he patted him angrily, "Be honest! Otherwise, I don't care if I fall on you!"

Feng Moyan frowned and smiled bitterly, feeling a little regretful.

Because he couldn't see it, and because he didn't expect it, he didn't kiss her lips. It seemed that he kissed...the mandible on the side.

I didn't grasp the distance well, and my mouth hurt a little from the collision.

"Aren't you too skinny, kissing is bone."

"Are you a kiss?!"

He understood what women meant, and said shamelessly: "Why don't we do it again? This time I will definitely be able to grasp the distance and strength."

"..." Yang Qianyu didn't speak, and didn't bother to talk to him.

"Qianqian...are you angry?"

She still ignored her, "The nightgown is ready, I will move you out of bed."

After putting on the pajamas, Yang Qianyu backed away a little, moved his legs along the way, and turned his posture in a different direction.

When touching his legs, the tactile sensation was obviously different from before, touching...it felt like they were all cold and hard bones.

There was a slight thump in her heart, and she subconsciously squeezed it hard, "Why... have you lost so much weight?"

"Really?" Feng Moyan was calm, "Maybe, but... Maybe it's muscle atrophy, it's not a good sign."

"Didn't the nurse give you a massage every day?"

"Yes, but the effect of external force is average."

"Oh……"

Yang Qianyu replied, with inexplicable emotions lingering in her heart.

It will take at least two or three months to fully recover. Rehabilitation will be like learning to walk again. One can imagine how difficult it will be.

What is even more worrying is that if he is checked at that time, if he has completely lost his ability to move below the waist, then there is basically no hope of standing up again.

If that's the case, I don't know if he...

Hey... Sighing weakly, she didn't dare to show it. After helping him to sit firmly, she freed one hand to drag the smart wheelchair that Gong Beize had customized.

Steady on the wheelchair, turned around, Yang Qianyu took a stride beside the bed, picked up his two arms and hung them on her body.

Those two arms were very self-conscious. Once they fell on the woman's shoulders, they immediately closed themselves, hugging her tightly, as if the whole upper body was about to jump over.

"Hey! Don't get too close to me, I can't see you!" Yang Qianyu immediately pushed the man's handsome face, and put his hands under his armpits, carefully avoiding his abdomen.

The core strength is tightened, and the bent legs are pushed hard.

She thought it was just to turn the "mummy" in a different direction, with a distance of one meter. Anyway, she often exercises, and she has taken care of her baby for a few years, so her arm strength and waist strength have been developed.

Not to mention trivial, it shouldn't be difficult.

however--

Whimsical!

The first time I tried hard, I couldn't pull it up.

She held her breath, and her tone of voice changed, "Why are you... so heavy?"

"Didn't you say that I lost weight?" The man's deep and charming voice was right next to her ears, and when he spoke, half of her neck was numb.

"You, don't talk into my ear, it's so itchy..."

"Really?" Feng Moyan obviously enjoyed the zero-distance contact with her, enjoyed it so much that he forgot his current situation, and unexpectedly blew into her cochlea, "You mean...it's itchy?"

"Hiss—" Yang Qianyu only felt that tens of thousands of ants quickly entered his brain along his ears, and swam through his whole body in an instant along with his blood.

Her whole body trembled violently uncontrollably, as if an electric current passed through the border, all the strength she had just accumulated was released in that trembling.

The man who had just left the bed fell back down.

"Feng Moyan!" She was angry, let go of her covering her ears with one hand, and rubbed them hard twice, "Are you sick?"

Fearing that she would turn around and leave in a hurry, Feng Moyan immediately became serious, and quickly promised: "I won't make trouble." But the next second he was curious, "You don't seem to be so sensitive before, do you?"

"..." Yang Qianyu stood beside the bed with her hips akimbo, staring angrily at his skin that needed a beating.

"I don't care about you!" She turned to leave.

"Qianqian! I was wrong, I really stopped making trouble!" Feng Moyan could accurately predict her behavior even if he couldn't see, so he hurriedly pulled her back, and obediently admitted his mistake.

Yang Qianyu was dragged by him, afraid of taking him down and falling down, so she had to stop.

Looking back at the man, he gritted his teeth and then turned back.

"I'm not in the mood to play around with you, so don't mess with me again!"

"it is good."

She adjusted her mood, put on a good posture again, and the two hugged each other facing each other.

Mou Zu exerted all his strength, like pulling a carrot, and this time he was successfully pulled up from the bed.

However... this man is too tall!

It was almost 1.9 meters tall, more than 20 centimeters ahead of her - and considering his abdominal injury, she didn't dare to jump up, so she had to hold her breath and turn around.

Feng Moyan was pinched and lifted by her, feeling her body tense and trembling, feeling distressed that she couldn't bear it, and quickly reached out to grab the wheelchair, but Yang Qianyu thought he was going to slip down, and instinctively raised the wheelchair over there. The arm tried to stop it, but the arm loosened and lost balance, and then lost the center of gravity...

"what!"

"Boom..."

"Crackling@￥#￥&*"

Feng Moyan's fall was like a mountain top to her.

The two fell down together. At a critical moment, Feng Moyan tightly protected the woman in his arms, and tried his best to half-turn his body so as not to completely fall on the woman.

But with this turn, his head hit the bedside table.

The crackling and messy sound meant that everything on the table was knocked over and fell off.

Yang Qianyu was completely stunned by the fall, but at the first moment, he thought it was over—he finally recovered a bit, would he go to Hades to report this fall again?

She was so frightened that she couldn't help herself. Regardless of the pain all over her body, she turned over and looked at the man quickly: "Feng Moyan! How are you? Where did you fall? Does the wound hurt?"

"Come here! Ah Quan! Aunt Rong! Come here!"

"I'll just say no! If you insist on letting me do it, it's good now!"

The woman was in a hurry, and she got up while calling for someone, so anxious that tears were about to fall.

Feng Moyan was lying on the ground, his body was leaning against the side of the bed, and his head was still squeezed against the bedside table.

Because of the force of the collision, the bedside table was knocked out of the way, and his head was just embedded in it.

Ah Quan, Aunt Rong, the nurse, and two bodyguards all rushed in.

The three little ones followed behind.

"Madam, why..." Aunt Rong didn't say a word, seeing the scene in front of her, she hurried forward to help.

Yang Qianyu urgently reminded: "Be careful, don't hurt him! Call the family doctor quickly, no, no, call 120 and send him to the hospital! He has to see a doctor!"

Feng Moyan was indeed in pain, his brain seemed to be split open, the pain made his handsome and deep face knit into a ball, and his lips were a little pale.

But when he heard the woman's words, he quickly raised his hand, "Qianqian...Qianqian—"

His voice was weak, Yang Qianyu didn't hear it, Ah Quan hurriedly turned around, "Madam, President Feng called you."

"What's wrong?" She raised her head and looked at the man anxiously, still blaming herself, "I shouldn't let you mess around, it's good now!"

"I'm fine...call the family doctor, just come here, no need...120, don't go to the hospital..."

"How can this be done, I fell hard just now!" Before he finished speaking, he saw the blood on his head, his eyes were horrified, "Your head is bleeding again! The wound must have opened!"

Feng Moyan was lifted by them, and carefully moved back to the bed.

Seeing that the woman was so frightened that his voice changed, before he could lie down, he waved one hand, "Really...don't go to the hospital, call the family doctor..."

He finished speaking weakly, opening and closing his eyes from time to time.

I don't know if it's a hallucination of extreme pain, he seems to feel the light, but sometimes it doesn't.