Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

After the group passed through the security check, Yang Qianyu realized that they were not returning to China on a commercial airliner.

Feng Moyan actually got a Gulfstream private jet.

When Fisher came to board this private jet, he was very curious, and now he couldn't help but leaned up and asked: "Didn't your Mr. Feng give you all your property? Can you still buy a private jet with a lot of money? Or did he just buy it before?" have?"

Yang Qianyu looked confused, but she didn't know either.

Although Feng Moyan was able to afford countless private jets during the three years they were married, he never bought one.

At that time, many wealthy sons were extravagant, buying private jets, buying private cruise ships, and using all luxurious and high-profile means to show their identities.

Kefeng Moyan never.

He seems to be interested in cars.

In the underground garage of Yuyuan Park, there are a variety of luxury cars that cannot be counted with hands.

It's a pity that with his current appearance, no matter how many luxury cars he has, he can't drive himself.

"It seems that you don't know..." Seeing that his best friend didn't say a word, and his face was more confused than his own, Fisher understood, and then sighed with admiration, "He really gave his heart and soul out for you, but it's a pity—oh!"

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Qianyu pinched her waist, and she almost jumped up in pain.

"Why are you pinching me!" Miss Fei protested.

She squinted lightly, "How much did Feng Moyan pay you? You've slapped his ass through."

Fisher gritted his teeth, "You really don't know what's good and what's wrong! I'm just afraid that you'll get into a corner and refuse to face your own heart. You'll miss out on your happiness and regret it for the rest of your life!"

Yang Qianyu remained stubborn, "My happiness is in my own hands, not by men."

"All right, all right, you've been so angry these days, you can't listen to anyone's words, I'm too lazy to talk."

When boarding the plane, Yang Qianyu was a little nervous at first, but seeing the decoration in the private jet that was comparable to the presidential suite of a seven-star hotel, his attention was immediately attracted.

Fisher smiled and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I would never have the chance to have such a luxurious experience in my life."

Yang Qianyu came back to her senses and followed her footsteps, "Where are you sitting? I'll be with you."

"Okay!" Fisher agreed happily.

The corner of Yang Qianyu's mouth twitched, thinking that Feng Moyan also made a mistake.

Didn't he say categorically that Fisher wouldn't want her to sit with him?

Unexpectedly, within a few minutes of being secretly proud, she was betrayed by her best friend.

Feng Moyan's wheelchair boarded the plane behind them, she pretended not to see it, picked up the magazine and pretended not to meet that person face to face.

The magazine covered most of her face, so she didn't see Fisher get up.

When she noticed the movement beside her, she turned her head and saw that Feng Moyan had been supported by Wang Cheng and Kong Shao and sat down beside her.

When the magazine fell, she raised her beautiful neck and looked around, her eyes widened: "Fisher! You—"

Get up to go, but the wrist is grabbed by the man.

She turned around, looking awkward.

Feng Moyan also looked up at her, with a smile on his handsome face, "Miss Fei saw that there was less space, and she had a good chat when she came here, so don't bother her to flirt with handsome guys—after all , is also an older leftover girl."

"She doesn't make much time?" Yang Qianyu was taken aback.

The man didn't answer, but just pointed his jaw towards that side with a half-smile.

She looked over—

Sure enough, Fei Xue was smiling coquettishly and asking the long-legged young lady to pour her a glass of juice.

This……

There was a sudden pain in her wrist, she came back to her senses, and looked at the man angrily: "What are you doing? It hurts me!"

"Who were you staring at just now?" Feng Moyan asked in a deep voice.

"..." Yang Qianyu suddenly felt guilty.

I have to say, Fei Fei has a really good eye!Not to mention Nakong has a pair of charming long legs, his appearance is comparable to that of Wu Yanzu!And still young and sunny!

She couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"You are the mother of three children, you better control your heart." Feng Moyan pulled her to sit down with a force of his arm, and his words became more jealous.

Yang Qianyu said to herself angrily: "It's not illegal to look at it. Besides, I'm a single mother!" The implication is that she can flirt with handsome guys just like Fisher.

"Why, do you really want to find a little boy?"

Yang Qianyu didn't answer, she looked back at him and sneered.

If she really wanted to find something, it would neither break the law nor violate morality, so why not?

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Moyan was obviously dissatisfied, and muttered when he looked away, "There is a handsome guy next to me, and you still look at others, what kind of eyes!"

Yang Qianyu turned her head in disbelief when she heard his muttering.

This person... m.biqmgè

What a narcissist!

An old man, it's fine if he eats vinegar, and he has the audacity to call himself a handsome guy!

She couldn't help complaining: "He is younger than you."

"I am more mature and stable than him, and I am more attractive."

"He is gentle and good-natured."

"When you are not angry with me, I am as gentle as jade, a gentleman."

Vomit——Yang Qianyu had goosebumps all over her body, not to be outdone, "I..."

"Believe it or not, say one more word, and I'll shut your mouth?" Before she could compare again, Feng Moyan had a smile on his brow, but he let out cruel words.

Yang Qianyu was stunned, her eyes fell on his face, staying at the corner of his dangerously raised mouth...

She has no doubt that this guy can do such a thing!

After watching for two seconds, suddenly her cheeks became hot, she quickly turned around and left him: "I'm sick."

Feng Moyan may be sick, but she understands that the person who is sicker - is herself.

He obviously hated him and annoyed him yesterday, didn't even want to talk to him, and only hoped to take away the three little ones and get rid of him after returning home, but why did he start arguing with him again after a night?

And it's still such a low-level and childish bickering, it's just... It's just like flirting!

Realizing this, Yang Qianyu suddenly felt sick.

It's not disgusting Feng Moyan, but disgusting himself.

Her position seemed to be becoming more and more unclear. If this continued, she would only be more confused with him in the future.

No, she can't be so depraved, indulging in the sugar-coated shells of this black-bellied old fox.

For the sake of her children and herself, she must stick to the bottom line!

In an instant, she quickly repaired the lock on the door of her heart that was about to open, put away the smile on her face, suppressed what she wanted to say, put on a cold face, and distanced herself from him.

Feng Moyan stared at her, how could he not see her sudden emotional change?

The smile hidden in the corners of the eyes and brows slowly disappeared like ice and snow melting.

However, there was some warmth in my heart.

This idiot, the love for him has obviously revived, when he is still blind and can't see it?

They once loved each other deeply, and no one knows better than him the amorous feelings in this woman's eyes... when her heart is rippling.

Not long after the atmosphere was dull and awkward, the plane was ready to take off.

Listening to the broadcast on the radio, Yang Qianyu's indifferent thoughts returned to their original place in an instant, and unconsciously, her brows frowned and her nerves tensed.

The plane began to taxi, the speed was getting faster and faster, and then it swayed and climbed with its head up.

Even though she had taken calming and calming pills before boarding the plane, and despite repeated psychological construction, when the bumpy feeling came again, she fell into deep fear.

Suddenly, her plain hand, which was holding on to the armrest tightly, was wrapped in a warm heat, and she clenched it tightly.

She was startled, opened her eyes suddenly, followed that warm palm gradually upwards, saw that handsome face full of worry and distress, and fixed her eyes...

When Feng Moyan bickered with her just now, he was actually trying to divert her attention, but it didn't seem to work.

"The plane is still climbing. It's normal to bump and shake. Don't worry, nothing will happen." He stared at the woman's terrified eyes, held her hand, and comforted her in a low voice.

Yang Qianyu nodded, but her breathing was still tight and she couldn't relax.

The seat belt couldn't be undone yet, and he couldn't hold this person in his arms, so he could only raise his arms to wrap around her shoulders.

"You...what are you doing?"

"It's this time, and you still want to fight with me?" Feng Moyan scolded in a low voice, pressed her head into the crook of her arm, and coaxed, "Don't think about anything, relax..."

She resisted, but she didn't resist the man's strength. Just as the plane bumped again, she almost instinctively buried her head in the man's shoulder socket, and at the same time grabbed his clothes with the other hand.

Feng Moyan smiled silently, the corners of his mouth curled up in joy, and he moved his body as close as possible to her, hugging her even tighter.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Besides...even if something happens, I will accompany you."

Although Yang Qianyu was very nervous, so nervous that she didn't dare to open her eyes, she couldn't help but snap back when she heard this: "If I die with you, it will be the greatest punishment from God!"

"Really?" The man was not angry, he just looked down at the ostrich buried in his arms, and his thin lips deliberately brushed her delicate and beautiful ears, "I think this is the greatest romance."

Yang Qianyu was kissed inadvertently by him, her body trembled, and she simply raised her hands to cover her ears to block his provocative aura.

In the eyes of a man, this deceptive gesture is even more cute and funny, making him very happy.

In fact, the time for the plane to climb was not long, but Yang Qianyu was too nervous and afraid, so he felt that the time was extremely difficult.

Finally, the plane gradually stabilized.

And after reaching the altitude of thousands of miles, it didn't rain, but it was sunny.

Suddenly, the ostrich in his arms moved. Before he could raise his head, he sat up abruptly and pushed him away.

"Hiss..." Before he could dodge in time, his chin was hit hard by the top of her head, and he gasped in pain.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Yang Qianyu covered the top of her head, the sound of flesh and flesh colliding still echoed in her ears, and looking at his painful face - she still had a little conscience and apologized.

Feng Moyan took a deep breath, and turned his eyes away with a cold face, "Crossing the river to tear down the bridge, dismantling the grindstone and killing the donkey is really heartless."

"..." The woman groaned, trying to defend in vain, "It was...you forced me to come closer, and I didn't beg you..."

"Didn't you beg me to arrange this flight back home?"

"..." This bastard secretly changed the concept.

Seeing that she was speechless, Mr. Feng finally regained his composure, his lips curled into a smile, and he spoke softly: "Okay, while the flight is stable, you can sleep for a while."

The woman didn't respond, but turned her head away and closed her eyes.

Feng Moyan called for Shao Kong to come over, took the blanket, and gently covered her body.

The flight of more than eight hours is also torture for a patient of his who has not recovered from a serious injury.

Seeing the woman fell asleep, he gradually stretched his body, and there was a bit of suppressed pain between his brows.

Unfortunately, this stability did not last long, and the plane began to bump up again.

Yang Qianyu didn't fall asleep, she was still nervous and scared, so she opened her eyes again when there was a slight jolt.

Feeling that the person beside her seemed to be asleep, she relaxed, sat up quietly, and pretended to glance at someone inadvertently.

At this glance, the heartstrings tightened.

He looked like he was asleep, but his complexion was obviously not good, his complexion was pale, even his lips were a little blue, and the center of his brows was tightly knit.

Suddenly remembered what Fisher said before, when he came here, he had to rely on painkillers to support himself all the way.

It took more than two days to recuperate, and boarded the plane again to endure the long-distance travel of eight or nine hours.

More than a month ago, he had suffered such a serious injury, had two or three major surgeries, and his body was still recovering, so he was tossing desperately like this...

Struggling, hesitation, nervousness, worry, and anxiety... His mood was extremely complicated, and he didn't know whether he should care about him or not.

Heaven and man have been at war in her heart for a long time, and she thought that this person suffered this crime because of herself, and she couldn't bear it.

"Hello...Feng Moyan, Feng Moyan?" She leaned over, touched the man's arm lightly, and called softly.

The man with a painful face slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little confused and ignorant, "What's wrong? Don't be afraid, it's normal under occasional bumps."

At this time, he still wanted to comfort the woman around him for the first time.

Yang Qianyu ignored the strange feelings in her heart, and said in a gentle tone, "I'm not afraid, what's wrong with you?"

"Me?" He moved, his tone was hoarse, "I'm fine..."

She revealed, "You look ugly."

"Really?" The man frowned, then smiled, "Why, worry about me? This is not like your style."

Seeing him talking about him so obviously, Yang Qianyu couldn't tell what it was like, staring at him up and down, and put one hand on his waist: "Is it a backache? Or is it a pain from the incision? Or where? uncomfortable?"

Feng Moyan didn't want her to see his useless and embarrassed appearance, but now that he had been discovered, he simply stopped pretending.

"If I say... I feel uncomfortable all over, what should I do?" He stared at the woman closely, his voice was low and low.

At ordinary times, Yang Qianyu must have felt that he was acting again, playing tricks.

But now, she believed that this man was really uncomfortable.

"Then...how can I make you feel better?"

She asked the question sincerely, causing Feng Moyan's expression to freeze, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at her.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm just pretending? Deliberately gaining your sympathy?"

"I have eyes!" She was a little angry, too lazy to talk nonsense with this man, and looked up instead.

The air master came over immediately, thinking she needed something.

"Wang Cheng!" Seeing that Wang Cheng was awake and looking at his phone, Yang Qianyu immediately called him.

Wang Cheng was startled, and immediately got up and came over.

"Mrs?"

"Is this what he looked like when he came?"

Wang Cheng looked at his boss with a serious expression, "Mr. Feng... Or, take two more painkillers."

"Hmm..." The man replied, tilting his head sullenly, as if he didn't want to open his eyes.

Wang Cheng went to fetch the medicine bottle.

But before the pills were poured out, the plane shook and he staggered.

The flight attendant came to remind us that there are clouds ahead and the plane will be bumpy. It is recommended to go back to your seat and fasten your seat belt.

Yang Qianyu snatched the medicine bottle, "Go back and sit down, I'll feed him the medicine."

Wang Cheng thought to himself, and immediately turned back to his seat.

Yang Qianyu took a look at the medicine bottle and frowned: "It says to take one tablet at a time, will it be too much if you take two pills? It's bad for your body..."

"Three slices..."

"What?" She had a look of disapproval, "You don't want to die? You are on the plane now, if you eat like this, if something goes wrong..."

The man opened his eyes and looked at her, with a smile on his bleak handsome face, "Don't worry, I'll eat like this when I come here, I won't die."

Yang Qianyu glared at him, struggled to unscrew the medicine bottle, poured out two pills, hesitated...

"If you grind for a while, I'm going to faint from the pain."

She gritted her teeth, poured out three pieces and handed them to the man.

"feed me."

She raised her eyes and stared again.

The man was not in a hurry, he just looked at her with blurred eyes.

Really... there is no way to deal with him!

She had no choice but to stuff the pill into the man's mouth, unscrew the bottle of water and carefully feed it to his mouth.

Yang Qianyu was really worried about taking more than the dose, so she didn't lean back in her seat after feeding him the medicine, but kept staring at him sideways, observing his reaction.

Feng Moyan still frowned, his handsome face was tense, his Adam's apple slipped from time to time, and there was also a pain.

Yang Qianyu's heart hung tightly.

This is in mid-air, with no feet on the ground. If something happens to him, the treatment will be delayed...

Although Feng Moyan closed his eyes, he could still feel the woman's gaze on him.

After the medicine took effect and the pain in his body gradually eased, he opened his eyes and raised his head slightly.

"What's wrong?" He asked knowingly.

Yang Qianyu blinked and looked away, "It's nothing..."

"If you really love me, why don't you let me hug you."

Yang Qianyu glanced over again.

This bastard, just started playing hooligans when he felt better?

He smiled, "To be honest... holding you may not relieve your physical pain, but psychologically... you will feel extremely satisfied, so indirectly... it can also soothe your physical pain, right?"

Yang Qianyu heard him talking nonsense in a serious manner, and glanced lightly, "I thought I made my words clear yesterday."

Yesterday, she had a clear attitude, which made this guy unhappy, and the two had a cold war all night.

How come he forgot all about it now?

Feng Moyan pulled his lips, stretched out his hand to take her hand and squeezed it in the palm of his hand, sighing, "Have you not said enough cruel things to me? Which one did I take seriously?"

"..."

Ah!He also knew he was thick-skinned.

The two looked at each other quietly. Suddenly, the plane shook and entered the cloud and rain area.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, which was quite frightening. Yang Qianyu was so startled that her hairs stood on end, and the man who was still flirting with her just before had his palms tightened, and his body tensed up.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked anxiously.

"It's okay, don't worry, take the medicine, you can hold on."

Having said that, the reaction of his body speaks for itself.

Yang Qianyu didn't think much about it, gritted his teeth secretly, and loosened the seat belt around his waist a little, then crossed the gap between the seats and fell on his chest.

Feng Moyan raised his hand to hug her, and when his eyebrows were tightened in pain, there was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two embraced tightly, unable to tell who needed the other, or——they needed each other and comforted each other.