Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

When Yang Qianyu was taking a bath, she didn't know why her waist was hurting until she took off her clothes.

The side of the waist should have been pulled violently by the seat belt when the plane hit the ground. It was very red, bruised and swollen, and it looked quite scary.

But she was able to move and bend over, which meant that no bones were injured, and it was probably a soft tissue contusion at most.

Just get some ointment and apply it later.

After lingering in the bathroom for a long time, she thought that the man must have left, so after putting on her underwear, she put on a bathrobe and opened the door to come out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his eyes, he fell into a pair of deep eyes like waiting for a rabbit.

"Why haven't you left yet?" She said bluntly, subconsciously pulling the bathrobe tighter.

Feng Moyan looked at her reaction, angry and funny, "What do you think of me?"

"..." She also realized that she had overreacted, and she immediately blushed.

"Even if I have that thought, I don't have that ability now, so you can rest assured."

"Of course I don't worry, it's just that I'm not used to sleeping with someone next to me, and it's still a man..." The woman walked towards the bed and muttered angrily.

Feng Moyan turned the wheelchair and walked towards the bed.

"Then we have been married for three years, how did you live? It seems... Although our relationship was not good at that time, we never separated, and we even made out every night, except..."

"Feng Moyan!" Yang Qianyu didn't expect him to say this, and hurriedly interrupted with a red face, staring at him and asking, "Didn't you say that you don't remember the past?"

"I don't remember, but... I read that novel."

"Novel?" Yang Qianyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Wang Cheng told you about this? You also read that novel specifically?"

"Well, it's very well written. After reading it, those blank memories seem to be filled again. Wang Cheng said, you want the author to delete it, but I think...it's better to continue writing, as if it were our youth's memory. A memorial."

The woman gave him a blank look, speechless, "If you want to read it, let someone write it for you to read it alone. Is it necessary to post it on the Internet to attract the whole people to watch? I don't want to be the target of public criticism again."

Feng Moyan stopped in front of her, and habitually took her hand again, held it in the palm, and said in a low and gentle voice: "I understand your worries, I have observed carefully, in fact, most people are the voices of blessings , and the rest is just scolding the male lead."

"Wang Cheng said that when I did this, I wanted to bring the focus of the conflict to me so as to restore your image. I also wanted the truth to be revealed to the public, and I didn't want you to continue to be misunderstood by the outside world."

"Now, things are going exactly as I expected, so I won't let that writer delete the article."

After he finished his long speech, he looked down at the thin hand he was holding in his palm, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand, and his tone became deeper and deeper, "Take it as my atonement, please give me this chance, huh? "

Yang Qianyu was wearing a bathrobe, although the waist was tied tightly, but the neckline of the bathrobe was so big, she had to sit upright and straighten the fabric to protect her chest.

If you hunched your waist and drooped your shoulders, the chest position would be open... and it would be gone.

So she sat with her back straight, but it caused some injuries to her waist and side, which was very uncomfortable.

Frowning slightly, she looked at the man's affectionate appearance and didn't know what to say for a moment.

If the two hit it off, they would naturally be shy and moved to hear these words.

but they...

It's just that the relationship has eased a bit, and it hasn't reached the point of reunion, so this kind of affection makes her feel more pressured.

"Feng Moyan...Actually, you don't have to be like this." There's no need to be so submissive and put on a low profile.

"Amo."

"Huh?" The sudden sentence confused her.

"The relationship between us is not so that you have to use my first and last name every time you call me, right? When you were young, you called me Brother Mo, but now that you are older, if you feel that you can't call me, then you can call me Mo, or Mo Word."

"..." Yang Qianyu was stared at by his too hot and affectionate eyes, and she really didn't dare to meet them. She lowered her eyes and muttered, "It doesn't matter what you call it, anyway, it's just a name."

"It's not the same. Those who are close should call it more intimate."

She said to herself: Who is intimate with you.

He pursed his lips and didn't respond.

It was getting late, and Feng Moyan was really about to lose his hold, so he looked at the bed, and Daoming said the reason why he left behind: "I'll sleep with you tonight. In case you have nightmares again at night, when you open your eyes and see someone beside you Accompanying you will make you feel more at ease."

The woman suddenly raised her head, stuttering in fright, "This...no, it's not necessary, you have worked very hard, you can sleep peacefully at night, don't worry about me, I...I'm fine."

Feng Moyan looked at her flustered and shy, embarrassed with nowhere to rest her eyes, her handsome face could not help but smile: "You are the mother of a child, why are you still as shy as you were when you were a teenager?"

"Ah? Me, do I have..."

"My face is all red."

She withdrew her hand and covered her cheek, "That...was a bath, it was soaked in hot water."

Feng Moyan saw her embarrassed, flustered and cute look, his heart itched, and he just wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her hard.

However, I was afraid that she would resist and frighten her, which would be counterproductive, so I had no choice but to suppress my thoughts.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed. Help me up." He raised his hand, as if he had made a decision.

Yang Qianyu frowned and stared at him defensively: "Feng Moyan, you...don't make trouble, it's not that there is no room, why do you have to squeeze with me."

"Qianqian...We are not the same now. You need comfort psychologically, and I need physical care—sleeping together so that we can take care of each other."

"Physical, physical, physical?!" Yang Qianyu's first reaction was the "physiology", and her eyes widened in shock!

He can't move, and he has to take care of his "physiology"!What's the meaning?How to take care of it?Let her take the initiative?How can this be!

"Feng Moyan, when will you change your rogue style! Hiss..." She stood up angrily, but she pulled the wound on her waist, her brows frowned, and she subconsciously covered her waist with one hand.

Feng Moyan noticed her strangeness, his eyes fell on her waist, and he immediately stretched out his hand: "What's wrong with your waist? Or is it injured?"

As he spoke, he pulled the bathrobe with his hands.

"Hey, don't—" Yang Qianyu hurriedly dodged back, but behind her was the bed, blocking the space, so she could only turn slightly sideways, but she still couldn't escape the "claw" of the man's quick attack——from the waist Pulled up the hem of the bathrobe.

Fortunately, she was wearing underwear, otherwise...

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?" Seeing the red, swollen and bruised waist, the man's face suddenly changed, he was distressed and angry, "I asked you several times, and you insisted that you were not injured. You can't be careless about your waist injury!"

Yang Qianyu clutched the waist tie tightly, for fear that he would undo all the bathrobes.

The slender white legs were exposed in front of his eyes, she was extremely awkward, and felt goosebumps on her legs.

"It should have been pulled by the seat belt during the collision. It doesn't even count as skin trauma, just apply some ointment..."

She secretly wanted to tear off the bathrobe to cover her legs, but Feng Moyan pushed her away again, and pulled her body around half a circle, "Don't move around! I'll see if there are any other injuries. "

"Hey, hello...you!"

Yang Qianyu couldn't figure out why his hands were so strong as he was sitting in a wheelchair and couldn't move his lower body.

With such a pull, turn, and flip, she not only showed one leg, but he saw everything from the waist down.

"Hey, don't be like this..." She was so embarrassed that her whole body was on fire, she just wanted to protect herself with her hands, but Feng Moyan was only concerned about whether she was injured, and his sitting posture just happened to be able to see her clearly .

This……

"The knee is also bruised, does it hurt?" His hand touched the woman's knee.

Yang Qianyu's legs trembled, and she quickly avoided, "No...it doesn't hurt, I don't feel it."

"Where's the upper body?" After checking below the waist, he turned to the woman and raised his eyes to ask.

Yang Qianyu quickly covered the front of her chest, afraid that he would continue to take off the bathrobe, her head shook like a rattle, "It's not hurt, I just checked it in the shower, and it's gone.".biqugé

"Really?" The man raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of affection and concern, his appearance was supple and lustful.

"real!"

Seeing her tightly guarding herself, feeling uncomfortable all over, her ears were red enough to bleed, the corners of the man's mouth were slightly curled up, and his smile was so charming: "Actually...you don't have to be so ostentatious in front of me."

He spoke in a serious manner, but Yang Qianyu looked at him and could see the playfulness in his eyes.

The bastard!

Amnesia will not change the rogue nature!

"We are just ex-husband and ex-wife, of course we have to see each other!" She pulled back her bathrobe, hurriedly re-tied the belt, and wrapped the skirt more tightly.

"That...you go back to sleep quickly! I'm going to sleep too!"

"Looks like there's something wrong with your ears."

"Ok?"

"I won't take back what I said. I'll sleep here tonight. Besides, you can't be careless about your injury. I'll ask them to send some medicine for bruises. I'll help you with the medicine later."

Yang Qianyu was surprised, "This is in Dubai, not in China, where can I get medicine for bruises?"

"Heh..." Mr. Feng smiled, "In this world, as long as you have money, why not get it?"

When Yang Qianyu heard this, she instinctively replied: "Money is indeed omnipotent, but money is not omnipotent."

Knowing the deep meaning of her words, Mr. Feng restrained his high-profile expression, nodded and said seriously: "Yes, for example, money can't buy family affection, love, sincerity..."

"..." Yang Qianyu didn't want to answer these words, so she just ignored them.

Seeing that she no longer resisted, Feng Moyan thought that she agreed to sleep together tonight, so he reached out again, "Help me and move to the bed."

The woman's eyes were wide open, and she was furious, "You... What time is this, and you are still thinking about that little physical need!"

"Physiological needs?" Mr. Feng raised his hand, his handsome face froze, a little confused, "What are you talking about? Did I hear correctly?"

"Just now...you didn't say it yourself. I need comfort psychologically, and you need care physically—this is obviously what you said as a hooligan. Why are you still throwing the blame?"

"I..." After understanding her misunderstanding, it was Feng Moyan's turn to cry and laugh, "When I say physiologically, I mean my body. I can't move my lower body. I need to turn over at night. I need your help—you understand What kind of physiology is it?"