Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

what?

Yang Qianyu stared at him, so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the ground.

What does he mean?

So, is it because I have a wrong mind?

"Of course, if you are willing to take good care of my other 'physiology', I will also wish for it." His smile became thicker and his evil charm became more serious. He stared at the woman's skin that was so white and smooth that it could be broken by blowing bullets after taking a bath. Desires rose in my heart, "After all, after our divorce, I have kept my body like a jade until now..."

"Enough!" Yang Qianyu couldn't listen anymore, interrupted anxiously, walked around him and walked to the other side of the big bed.

"I don't care about you, you can sleep wherever you want, anyway, if you dare to be dishonest, be careful I will kick you down!"

After saying that, no matter how he went to bed, he lifted the quilt and got in, burying himself tightly.

Feng Moyan knew that she was shy and upset, so he looked at her with a smile on his face, and stopped joking.

I gave Wang Cheng instructions on WeChat, and about half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Yang Qianyu originally hid under the quilt just because she didn't know how to face him, but she was so tired that she fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

Feng Moyan opened the door, took the ointment and came back, and the wheelchair went directly to the side where she was sleeping.

The quilt was pulled down a little, the man looked at her peaceful face, and whispered softly: "Qianqian? Qianqian?"

I don't know if it's the shyness that hasn't faded away, or it's covered by the quilt, her fair and delicate face is blushing, and her dark and thick eyelashes are spread on the eye sockets like butterfly wings...

Looking down, there is a straight and delicate nose, rosy lips like cherry blossoms, the slightly open neckline of the bathrobe, the looming spring...

He seemed to be in a trance, and he was so dazed, he forgot what he was going to do for a while, and only two words were circling in his mind——

kiss her.

This is his Qianqian, which has been infiltrating his entire youth since childhood, and has already made him fascinated by the beauty.

But he wasted four or five years of his life.

Now that he finally found it again, how could he restrain this restless and urgent heart.

The man's eyes were blurred, his handsome face couldn't help moving closer, his thin lips were slightly pursed, then slowly stretched out, and finally, it was lightly imprinted on her fragrant and soft lips like stamens.

There seemed to be a satisfied sigh in his heart, he only restrained for a moment, his whole heart quickly fell, and the kiss became thicker and thicker.

Yang Qianyu fell into a deep sleep, and when she felt that her breathing was blocked, she didn't wake up from her deep sleep, she just frowned and turned away slightly.

Feng Moyan was startled, thinking she was awake, he quickly raised his head and stared at her nervously.

however……

A false alarm.

She didn't wake up, but turned around, with her back to him.

He relaxed, pursed his thin lips slightly, and the tip of his tongue brushed against his lips involuntarily, obviously the meaning was still unfinished and the aftertaste was endless.

This was the first kiss between the two since his accident.

Actually kissed secretly like a thief.

Thinking of this, Feng Moyan smiled helplessly - Gong Beize was right, his whole life has been at the hands of this woman.

So cautious, low-key, and servile, how could he be like Feng Moyan?

Forget it, just plant it, who told you that you are obsessed.

When he came back to his senses, he straightened his face and his brain returned to clarity.

Seeing her turning over, just exposing the injured side, he smiled silently again, then lifted her bathrobe, silently applied medicine to her, and put on a calming and soothing plaster.

Throughout the process, the hands did not take the opportunity to mess up, nor did the eyes take advantage of the opportunity.

It's not that he's a gentleman, but...that he doesn't want to torture himself.

I don't know if this crippled body can be cured. If it can't be cured, wouldn't it be possible to hope for plum blossoms to quench thirst in the days to come?

Hey--

At night, Yang Qianyu fell into a nightmare.

In the dream, she fell into the abyss, and the strong sense of weightlessness shook her whole body, waking up from fear.

Her heart was beating in panic, her back felt cold, she opened her eyes, but before she could figure out where she was, her body fell into a fragrant and warm embrace.

"It's just a dream, I'm here..." A familiar voice came from next to my ear, and there was a gentle pat on the back, and the heart that was still beating wildly a second ago seemed to be comforted in an instant.

It turned out to be a dream...

He came and stayed by his side.

An unprecedented sense of security occupied her heart, she turned around, followed the instinct in her heart, and leaned against him.

She didn't find out how he fell asleep, and didn't reject his intimate contact. In the chaos, she actually asked: "Would you like to help you turn over..."

In the dark, the man's face changed slightly, like surprise, like excitement, and then he hugged her even tighter, with a calm and gentle tone: "No, go to sleep..."

She was really sleepy, after all, she couldn't sleep well for more than a day and a night, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Immersed in his rich and strong breath, my heart is at ease, this night, the nightmare never visited again.

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The sun breaks through the mist, and a new day begins.

At the airport where the crash occurred, the huge "tin box" was still standing precariously.

The burned place was pitch black, like a picture of wreckage in the end of the world, which made people feel sad and burst into tears at a glance.

The death toll from air crashes is also rising.

For those critically ill patients, even though the doctors tried their best to treat them, they couldn't take them back from the hands of death.

As a witness, I instinctively want to escape all news about the air crash.

But as a survivor, Yang Qianyu couldn't help but want to know some news, and wanted to hear that more injured people escaped danger and survived.

This kind of contradictory mood kept her at a low ebb, and she was not energetic.

Feng Moyan was afraid that she would fall into a psychological shadow, so he called a professional to give her psychological counseling.

After two hours of therapy, she walked out and the man was waiting at the door.

When he raised his eyes, he fell into his eyes full of worry.

"How is it? Are you uncomfortable?" He stepped forward, raised his hand to hold her hand habitually, and clenched it tightly.

Yang Qianyu was still not used to his sudden intimacy, she turned her thin hand slightly, broke free, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired, I want to rest."

"Well, then you go back to your room and lie down, and I'll talk to the psychiatrist."

She nodded, turned and went back to the room.

Feng Moyan watched her lie down before coming out in the wheelchair.

Gong Beize, Wang Cheng and others were waiting outside, and when they saw them coming out, they all showed worried expressions.

"After experiencing such a serious air crash, the patient now has a certain degree of psychological stress disorder, mainly manifested in nightmares, anxiety, fear, pale complexion, difficulty falling asleep, etc."

Feng Moyan's face darkened slightly, and his heart was suspended, "It's so serious? Can it be cured?"

"Through timely psychological crisis intervention, combined with drug control, and more care and love from your family and friends, you can usually recover. I will prescribe some medicine first, and you can take it according to the dose when her symptoms are severe, which will help stabilize her. Emotions."

"Hmm..." Feng Moyan nodded slowly, then suddenly remembered something, and asked again, "Then can she still take the plane in a short time?"

It takes eight or nine hours to fly back from Dubai.It's not in China, you can go back by self-driving after hard work.

If she has a serious psychological shadow and cannot take a plane in the short term, then returning to China will be a problem.

If there are no children, he is not in a hurry, and it doesn't matter if he stays with her for a while, it's just a honeymoon trip.

But the children are alone at home, and his own family of origin is a ticking time bomb.

In a dilemma, Feng Moyan didn't know what to do next.

The psychiatrist shook his head, "This...with her current condition, she is not suitable for air travel."

"Okay, I see, thank you doctor."

Hearing what the doctor said, Feng Moyan was worried about her sleeping alone in the room, so he ordered Wang Cheng to get the medicine from the doctor, and he hurried back to his room.

Yang Qianyu was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, but she was not asleep.

Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes again, and saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed with frowning, staring at her fixedly.

"What's wrong? Is my condition serious?" She sat up slightly, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the man's sad face, and smiled slightly, "Don't listen to the doctor's alarmist words, I think it's okay, don't think about it That scene was fine."

Feng Moyan also smiled along with her, and held her hand habitually, comforting him: "The doctor said that the problem is not serious, and it will be fine after a while. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about myself, but I'm worried about the triplets."

As a mother, no matter where you go, the most worrying thing in your heart is your children.

"I've been out for a week. They must miss me. Now that you're here, there are only three of them at home..."

"Don't worry, I told Aunt Rong and Ah Quan that they will take good care of the three little ones."

Having said that, a mother naturally wants to take care of the child herself, and no one will be reassured if she leaves it to anyone.

After thinking for a moment, the woman looked at him, "Either... let's go back to China tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?" Feng Moyan's face darkened, and he looked at her for a while, "You... still dare to get on the plane now? And it's an eight- or nine-hour flight.".biqugé

When he asked, Yang Qianyu was visibly shocked, his face turned pale, and the hand he was holding in his palm was also pulled away.

Feng Moyan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

Sure enough, the psychiatrist was right, she was not fit to fly anymore.

"Qianqian, don't worry, Ah Quan will tell us anything. My mother...she is in the hospital now, and she won't trouble the children for the time being."

"Okay..." Hearing what he said, Yang Qianyu felt a little more at ease, "At this time, it should be afternoon in China, right? They haven't finished school yet, you can send them another video."

"This weekend, they are at home, I will send it right away."

Seeing that she was more energetic, Feng Moyan thought that talking to the children would help her get out of her psychological shadow, so he quickly took out his phone and sent a video to the country.

In Yuyuan Villa, Aunt Rong looked at the incoming video and panicked: "Ah Quan, Mr. has sent a video, what... what should I do? Miss Xixi's face is still swollen, you can definitely see it."

Ah Quan took the phone and went upstairs, not knowing what to do.

Xiaoyu was fiddling in front of the laptop, and when he heard the sound of the video, he understood: "Is it mom?"

"Well, Master Xiaoyu, Miss Xixi was beaten..."

The little guy thought for a while, then took the phone, "Don't worry, I won't blame you guys."

The video was connected, and Xiaoyu first appeared in the camera.

Seeing his sons, Yang Qianyu smiled.

"Baby, do you miss your mother?"

"Yes. Mom, are you feeling better?"

"Well, better."

Xiao Zhou leaned over and immediately asked, "Mom, when are you coming back? Look, I think you all lost weight!" The little guy pinched his chubby face, trying to prove that he had lost weight.

Feng Moyan was amused by the showman's son, "I don't think you're restrained, you've obviously gained weight after eating too much."

"No, I only had three bowls of rice for lunch."

"Xiaoyu, why didn't you see your sister?" Yang Qianyu asked doubtfully, not seeing her daughter.

Xiao Zhou wanted to speak, but Xiao Yu immediately turned the camera around, "Mom, sister is still sleeping."

"Still sleeping at this time? How can I sleep at night?"

Before Xiaoyu answered, the voices of Aunt Rong and Xixi came from outside the study.

"Miss Xixi, listen to brother, let's call mom and dad later, and we won't go chatting on video." Aunt Rong coaxed Xixi who was about to come in, and wanted to take her away.

"I don't, I miss my mother too, I want to ask when my mother will come back." Xixi quarreled and refused.

Not only was her face red and swollen, but she also had marks on her body. Her back hit the leg of the coffee table, and she was bruised a lot.

Aunt Rong held her, but she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting her, so the little girl escaped as soon as she broke free, and ran into the study.

"Miss Xixi! Miss Xixi..."

Seeing his younger sister barging in, Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped him: "Sister, wait—"

On the other side of the video, Yang Qianyu heard the voice and immediately asked, "Is my sister awake? Ask my sister to come and talk to my mother."

Before the words fell, the sweet and lovely face of the little girl appeared in the camera, "Mom! When are you coming back? That old witch is so hateful! She came to the house yesterday and wanted to take my brothers away. Fortunately, I was brave enough to protect my brother them!"

Xiaoyu's face collapsed, seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, he sighed: "Sister, have you forgotten what brother told you?"

Yang Qianyu was startled when he heard his daughter's words, and he became more and more sure that something happened at home when he heard his son's question.

"Xixi, what did you just say? Old witch?"

"That's right! It's my father's mother!"

Feng Moyan's voice came, "Ah Quan, what's going on?"

"Xixi, what's wrong with your face?" Before Ah Quan stepped forward to answer, Yang Qianyu saw that her daughter's face was obviously red and swollen, and her complexion changed drastically.

"Mom, let me tell." Xiaoyu took the phone, his handsome brows frowned, and he clearly recounted what happened yesterday.

"I thought Mom, you were still sick, so I didn't let Aunt Rong and the others tell you and Dad. Don't blame them. My sister has some injuries. The family doctor came to see her. It's not serious, and the ointment was left..."

"Mom! I was so brave yesterday! I bit that old witch! She must not dare to come again!" Xixi is a careless person, still showing off her bravery and fearlessness, trying to get her parents' praise.

Yang Qianyu just listened to his son's description and imagined the scene, tears were uncontrollable.

She has seen Xu Hong's face more than once.

Thinking of them taking advantage of the situation and abusing the children like this, her heart was broken.

Feng Moyan saw that her mood was fluctuating violently, and he didn't know how to speak if he wanted to comfort her, so he could only hold her arm and caress her gently.

"Qianqian, calm down, I will contact them immediately..."

The woman couldn't calm down, not caring that the children were still watching from the other side, she turned around and vented her anger and heartache on him, "Feng Moyan! Didn't you say that your mother is in the hospital and won't trouble the children?! You Watch her beat Xixi!"