Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"Okay, this small amount of money is still fine."

The money problem was suddenly resolved, and Yang Qianyu was in a good mood, "I'm driving here, let's not talk about it, you remember to arrange someone to contact Zhuo Dong's secretary, and try to persuade them to participate in the investment. I'll be busy first, and when I'm free in the afternoon, I'll pick you up." sent the children to the hospital to see you."

Thinking of the three little white-eyed wolves, Feng Moyan said sullenly, "You can come, and forget about the three..."

Yang Qianyu understood instantly, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Father and son didn't have an overnight feud, and you still have the same knowledge as a child?"

"Of course I won't! But..." Thinking of what happened yesterday, Feng Moyan felt sad again, and said angrily, "You should educate your daughter well as a mother, can you be more reserved, look at her look With a worthless face, he will definitely be abducted by a fool in the future!"

"Yo, my daughter? Isn't it your daughter? You brought it up with your own hands. Of course it's your fault for not educating her well."

"But now that you're back, she only listens to you, shouldn't you educate her?"

"That can't be all thrown to me, three children, do you want to exhaust me to death?"

"I didn't say not to participate! I just said that you should take care of your daughter. After all, it's easier for mothers to communicate."

"Then the old saying still says that daughter is father's little lover in his previous life. You can't communicate with your little lover?"

"I can't even deal with my real wife now, so I don't have the energy to deal with my little lover."

"Tch, get out!"

The two came and went, dumped each other through the phone, dissed each other, chatted for more than half an hour, and Yang Qianyu's mouth was dry.

When he was about to arrive at the prison, Yang Zijun called.

Only then did Yang Qianyu end her phone conversation with Feng Moyan and connect the call.

"Hello, Xiaojun."

"Sister, are you here? We have completed the formalities and are ready to go."

"Here we are, we'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu speeded up the car.

Soon, the navigation prompt has reached the destination.

Turning his eyes to look out of the car window, sure enough, he caught a glimpse of Yang Zijun standing at the gate of the prison, supporting an old and slightly stooped figure.

Yang Qianyu parked the car and walked towards them.

From Yang Guohua's imprisonment to the present, she has never visited her, including during Chinese New Year.

It didn't take long to be away, but Yang Guohua's old age seemed to have passed three to five years.

Not to mention the gray hair, there are many more wrinkles on the face, the skin is dark and sallow, and the person is also thin, and even the back is bent and sagging.

Thinking about it, life in the prison was not easy.

Seeing Yang Qianyu, Yang Guohua didn't show a good face, and didn't even mean to say hello, so he glanced coldly and looked away.

Yang Zijun looked embarrassed, smiled and said: "Sister, I called a car, you just follow us."

Yang Qianyu was surprised: "Aren't you taking my car?"

Yang Zijun looked at her tall and mighty Lincoln President One, knew that it was Feng Moyan's car, and it was not cheap, so he shook his head and said, "No need, the car I ordered has also arrived."

He turned his head a little, and Yang Qianyu looked over, and there was a private car parked on the side of the road, which seemed to be an online car-hailing car.

"You don't need me to pick you up, why did you ask me to come to the prison, I just go to the hospital." Yang Qianyu muttered.

Yang Zijun smiled, "I was worried that the procedures for medical parole would be too troublesome, and I couldn't figure it out, so I thought it would be safe for you to come here, but I didn't expect that it would be just a matter of signing, it's very simple."

"Okay, let's get in the car." Yang Qianyu didn't want to ask too much, and was not interested at all, so he left the words and turned back to the car.

Yang Zijun supported Yang Guohua, "Dad, let's get in the car too."

Yang Guohua followed his son towards the online car-hailing service, and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Why do you know her so well?"

"She is my eldest sister. If I don't know her well, who do I know well? You are all in prison, and I have only one family member left." Yang Zijun said as a matter of course.

"Heh." Yang Guohua snorted weakly, and got into the car, "What kind of eldest sister is she..."

Yang Zijun was still outside the car, didn't hear the words clearly, and asked when he leaned forward and sat in, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing, I'm tired, sleep for a while, you can order me something delicious at noon." After Yang Guohua explained this, he closed his eyes as if he was going to sleep.

Seeing his father's indifferent attitude, Yang Zijun had no choice but to turn his head to look behind the car. Seeing Yang Qianyu's car following him, he turned back with confidence.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yang Zijun was in charge of taking care of Yang Guohua, and Yang Qianyu ran up and down to go through the hospitalization procedures.

At noon, I was finally busy and took someone to the ward.

Yang Guohua went in and took a look, and was immediately dissatisfied: "Why is it a three-person room, with so many people coming in and out, how can I recuperate? How can I sleep?"

Yang Zijun said: "The general ward is a three-person room. You are lucky. You just have a bed just in time for someone to be discharged from the hospital. Otherwise, you will have to live in the corridor."

Yang Guohua couldn't accept it: "I want to live in a single room."

Yang Zijun emphasized, "Dad! This is not what it used to be. Do you think we are still the old Yang family? To tell you the truth, I have no money to treat your illness. It was the elder sister who sold her car to raise money for your treatment." If you are sick, stop picking and choosing."

Yang Qianyu walked over with a pile of receipts, and saw that the father and son were blocking the door of the ward, and asked curiously, "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

Yang Zijun accompanied him with a smile, "It's nothing... let's go in." Then he forcibly pulled Yang Guohua down, "Dad, let's go."

Yang Guohua was reluctant, but he had no choice but to be dragged into the room of three by his son.

As soon as he lay down, he told his son: "Close the curtain."

Yang Zijun immediately went to draw the curtain in the middle of the hospital bed to separate the space from the patients next to him.

Yang Qianyu watched and understood.

Heh, it's really funny, you're already in jail, and now you're out on medical parole, yet you're still fantasizing about enjoying it?

She couldn't bear it anymore, walked over and complained: "The Yang family has long been bankrupt and heavily in debt. Your son is still living in the company dormitory, sharing bunk beds with several young people. You are a three-person room anyway, and the conditions are very good." gone."

Yang Guohua lay half-lying, listened to her, and rolled his eyes coldly, "Isn't it thanks to you that the Yang family went bankrupt? You are just like your mother, and never expected me to be good."

It was fine if he didn't say that, but when he said it, Yang Qianyu was furious.

"My mother didn't expect you to be well? She said it as if you were very good to my mother! In my memory, you have never been kind to her. What you want is just the property of your grandparents. Do you think I don't know?"

"Do you think you know everything?" Yang Guohua was lying idle, and when he heard this, he turned his head to look at her slightly, with a playful expression on his face, "There are so many things you don't know, you don't even know your mother's virtues. I know, even yourself..."

The more Yang Guohua spoke, the more excited he became, but he stopped suddenly in the middle of the conversation, and he was discouraged again with his lips pressed together tightly.

Yang Qianyu stared at him, "Tell me! What happened to my mother? She has been gone for so many years, and you still want to slander her. My mother is really blind. How could..."

Comparing with Zhuo Yueluan, and looking at the middle-aged man in front of him covered in wretchedness, Yang Qianyu really felt sorry for his mother.