Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"Qianqian... You forgive me, don't you?" The man murmured in a daze.

Yang Qianyu's body shook, she returned to the cage rationally, pushed him away and straightened up.

Her mouth was still burning, but she couldn't care less.

Her heart was beating out of rhythm, her cheeks were hot as fire, she stared at the man in a panic, only then did she realize that she had "let go" too obviously.

He sees through all his thoughts.

Feng Moyan looked at the panic in her eyes, and gradually grinned, "You don't have to deny it, we've known each other for so many years, I can't be wrong about what you're thinking."

"Really? Then why did you get it wrong back then?" After all, she was thin-skinned. Even if she was seen through, she still continued to pretend to be a paper tiger. In desperation, she mentioned the "pain" of that year.

The smile at the corner of Feng Moyan's mouth suddenly froze a lot.

"Back then, I did—"

"Forget it, let's not talk about the past."

She also knew that it was useless to mention all kinds of things back then.

Now that they have decided to give each other another chance, it is to make themselves unhappy by turning over old scores.

So without waiting for Feng Moyan to explain, she changed the subject calmly: "Did you go for an examination today? What did the doctor say? Is your vision permanently restored? What about the blood in your brain? You moved Or did it dissipate?"

Seeing her throwing out a bunch of questions at once, Feng Moyan obviously talked about him from left to right, with a faint smile on his face, and his eyes stared at her eagerly, "Let's not talk about this first—you haven't answered my question yet."

Sure enough, her eyes wandered again, "What's the problem..."

"Did you forgive me?" He fixed his gaze on the woman, not letting go of the slightest change on her face.

Yang Qianyu was secretly annoyed.

It's so obvious, why ask?

Don't you know how to save some face for others?

What emotional intelligence!

"I don't understand what you mean, if you don't answer, then I'll go to the doctor and ask, and throw away the garbage." Yang Qianyu just didn't want to explain the words, just didn't want to make him excited, so she pretended to be stupid and took the package away Box turned and went out.

Feng Moyan smiled but wasn't smiling, looked away, and pursed his lips. He didn't know if he was still relishing that kiss, or his mouth was so hot that it was uncomfortable.

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Yang Qianyu went out to throw away the trash, and went to the doctor to find out about Xiafeng Moyan's situation.

Knowing that the blood stasis on his head is gradually shrinking, it should be absorbed, and the impact on vision will become less and less in the future, she finally felt relieved.

I didn't want to go back to the ward, so I went downstairs for a walk.

It's winter now, and it's cold at night.

However, the weather is good, looking up is full of stars.

Maybe it was the vast clear sky that made people feel comfortable, or... the obsession that had been entangled in her heart for many years was finally let go. She sat on the wicker chair, looked at the starry sky, and could not stop smiling.

Life is impermanent and unpredictable.

She never thought that this ordinary life would be so full of ups and downs.

Almost became a murderer when he was young, married inexplicably when he was an adult, was forced to divorce, and then gave birth to three children in a dramatic way, and escaped by feigning death...

After disappearing in his hometown city for more than four years, he came back with another identity. He thought everything was a new beginning, but after going around and around, he returned to that person.

He also experienced an air crash and almost died in Huangquan. Now he is in charge of a company.

If you ask what else do you want for the rest of your life?

She only wanted the children to be safe and healthy, and she was satisfied with An Yu.

The phone rang, and she came back to her senses.

He took out his new phone and glanced at it. He saw an unfamiliar number and frowned slightly.

Although Feng Moyan applied for her original mobile phone number back, she lost most of her address book, and she couldn't recognize who it was just by looking at the number.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Miss Yang?"

Miss Yang?

Yang Qianyu was stunned for a second, her current identity was Ruan Qing.

Except for some old friends around her, they all call her Miss Ruan, Mr. Ruan.

"You are……"

"I'm Aya, the writer who wrote the novel. You contacted me before."

The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle, and Yang Qianyu suddenly remembered, "It's you? I remember... What do you want from me?"

"Uh... Well, I'm Cavin, can I ask you to chat?"

"Karvin?" She didn't understand, after all, she didn't belong to the same circle, and couldn't understand the technical terms at once.

"That is, what Mr. Feng talked to me before stopped when you returned to China. Originally, we had an appointment to meet again at a fixed time, but something happened to him later... I contacted his special assistant and said that he is now selective. Amnesia, I just don’t remember what happened in those years.”

Yang Qianyu listened to her rambling, and roughly understood what she was looking for.

"I wanted to make up my own ideas, but I was afraid that one day Mr. Feng's memory would recover and he would find that what I wrote deviated from his original intention. That would be bad."

"So, you came to me and hoped that I would continue to tell you the next story?"

"Yes! Is it possible?" the cute girl asked excitedly.

Yang Qianyu smiled, "Your novel is popular, have you made a lot of money?"

"Okay……"

"Then shouldn't you share some of your money with me?" She asked deliberately, not really wanting money.

I just think it's a little easy to make money.

Using other people's real experience as a template, adding your own ideas and descriptions, and then using appropriate imagination-you can achieve great success and make a small fortune.

The writer Aya didn't know her well, and thought she really wanted a share of the pie, so she hesitated and said, "How much do you want? When I signed the contract with Mr. Feng, I didn't mention this."

The implication is that a rich man like Mr. Feng doesn't care about her little money at all.

Although, with her family background and current reputation in the circle, she doesn't really care much.

Yang Qianyu understood the subtext in her words, and smiled: "You think I'm greedy for money?"

"That's not... If you provide me with the follow-up story, I should pay you some rewards."

"No, you can come to my company tomorrow, and we will meet and talk."

"So, you agreed?!" The other party was surprised.

"Why, you hope I don't agree?"

"Of course not, it's just that you asked me to delete the article before, I thought you...ah, thank you for that! I'll find you tomorrow!"

Before the call ended, the phone notified another incoming call.

She took it down and saw that the note was actually "Brother Ah Mo"!

This guy is really funny!

"Sorry, I have a call coming in, so I'll hang up first—" After a brief greeting to the other side, she answered Feng Moyan's call, with a deliberately indifferent tone, "What are you doing again?"

"where did you go?"

"Downstairs to see the stars."

"Looking at the stars?" Mr. Feng on the hospital bed looked out of the window, but unfortunately, there was a layer of lace curtains in front of the window, so no stars could be seen.

"You left me alone in the ward and went to see the stars by yourself?"

"So what? The stars are much prettier than you!"

He didn't bother to care, and directly ordered: "Come up!"

"No, I haven't been with the children well since I came back. I plan to go back to be with them. I just asked the doctor. You are in a stable condition now. You don't need to worry. It's enough for the nurses to take care of you here."