Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu returned to the ward with lunch.

Feng Moyan was awake, half leaning against the head of the bed, a laptop was placed on the small table in front of him, and documents were scattered around his hand and on the bed.

Wangcheng happens to be there too.

Seeing her push the door and come in, Wang Cheng turned around and said, "Hi Madam."

"Yeah." Yang Qianyu nodded, walked to the table, put down the lunch in her hand, and turned to look at the hospital bed, "Why did you bring so much work here? Are you in a hurry?"

Wang Chengdao: "It's the materials that Wan Zhuo asked us to prepare, and Mr. Feng has to go through them. I have to go to S city for a business trip in the afternoon."

Yang Qianyu raised her eyes slightly, "So, the cooperation is over?"

Wang Cheng relaxed a bit, "The talk went well, but the contract hasn't been signed yet. In the afternoon, Secretary Zhao and I will go on a business trip to City S, and we have to inspect the project on the spot. If there is no problem, we should be able to sign the contract."

"Well, then you will entertain others well then."

"That's for sure!" Wang Cheng said excitedly, "This is a cooperation with Wanzhuo. Once the news spreads, I don't know how many people will be jealous!"

Speaking of this, Wang Cheng admired the woman in front of him even more: "Madam, how do you know people from Wanzhuo? This relationship is too powerful!"

Yang Qianyu smiled, not knowing how to respond, and sighed, "It's probably called... a coincidence!"

After Feng Moyan approved all the materials, sorted them out and put them in folders, when he looked up and saw the woman still complacent, an indescribable... awkwardness flashed across his handsome face.

"It's all right. I have signed all the parts that should be signed. If the negotiation can be completed smoothly, they can sign it." Feng Moyan simply explained as he handed over the document.

"Yes, I'm leaving for the airport right now." Wang Cheng took the document, turned around and left neatly.

Yang Qianyu stood at the end of the bed, staring at him silently.

The man looked back and glanced at her, his handsome face was still awkward: "What are you looking at me for? Is there a flower on my face?"

She walked over, with a slight smile on her bright and beautiful features, she sat down on the side of the bed, raised her eyebrows and said, "Your face is much prettier than flowers."

Yo?

Mr. Feng was taken aback, he didn't expect her to say such a sentence.

However, seeing the smile on the corners of her eyes, Mr. Feng quickly remembered something, and snorted coldly: "Better than that little white face?"

Tsk tsk, I still remember what his daughter said.

"Well... Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?" The woman suppressed a smile in her heart, rolled her big bright eyes, deliberately annoyed him.

Seeing her playful look, Feng Moyan felt his heart beating faster, he couldn't help reaching out to wrap her around her, and pulled her hard in front of him.

Staring closely at the woman's face, his tone seemed calm, but his molars were clenched, "You can figure it out."

Heh, the threat is so obvious, why do you still ask her to figure it out?

Does she have a choice?

Yang Qianyu couldn't help laughing, staring at his stern face, trying to suppress the corners of her mouth, "Actually, you two... are handsome in different tastes, his... is gentle and handsome, with a bit of youthful feeling, it is the current The type that little girls like."

As she explained in detail, she felt the big palms around her waist gradually tighten, and the dangerous breath came slowly.

Before she finished speaking, she felt pain in her waist. She twisted, frowned, and pushed the big evil hand, "What are you doing? I haven't finished yet. You are so handsome, you are mature Stern, with a condescending style, more suitable for stronger and more intellectual women."

The big palms around her waist relaxed a little, she smiled, looked down at the man, and nodded slightly, "For example—me."

It has to be said that Yang Qianyu pinched Mr. Feng's "seven inches" precisely.

This small love story can be called a textbook-like model.

Feng Moyan was indeed soothed. After her words settled down, her dark eyes suddenly became dark. The palm that was originally resting on her waist moved upwards to her back, and with a slight pressure, the woman was forced to pounce on him. arms.

At the same time, he turned his handsome face slightly, bent his neck forward, staggered their overly outstanding and straight nose bridges, and kissed her pink lips precisely.

Qian Yu didn't resist, but felt that this guy was boring.

Yesterday he was so angry that he was so angry, ignoring others, sneering and sarcastic, and today he was cheeky and kissing again--this bad temper, you can't believe that he is a three-year-old child!

When Feng Moyan kissed her, he felt that the sweet and soft touch seemed to have taken root in his heart. It wasn't that one kiss could soothe her, but the more he kissed, the more fascinated he became, and he became more and more out of control.

"That's enough..." The woman cooperated at first, but after a few seconds, seeing him kissing him endlessly and getting deeper and deeper, she couldn't help raising her hand to pat her and turned her head to dodge.

Feng Moyan's eyes were heavy, staring at her seemed to melt people.

After being pushed away, he looked calm, but there seemed to be dissatisfaction hidden in the calm, and he just stared at her.

Yang Qianyu straightened her back, her gaze was almost parallel to him, and she was a little puzzled seeing him staring at her like this: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Only then did the expression on the man's face change, and he dropped a sentence: "Don't praise other men in the future!"

"Stingy."

"Stingy? Then I praise how beautiful other women are in front of you now, don't you feel bad?"

Yang Qianyu blinked slightly, and said: "As long as the woman you praised is so beautiful that I find it seductive, then I can admire it with you!"

Pure appreciation of beauty, regardless of gender.

"..." Mr. Feng was left speechless by what she said, let go of his hands in a dispirited manner, and lay back.

Yang Qianyu saw the tired look in his eyes, got up and helped him tidy up the small table on the bed, and put the computer aside.

"It's noon, did you eat and rest, or sleep for a while and get up for dinner?"

The man glanced at the packing box on the small table, "What did you bring?"

"What you like to eat."

"Could it be that private kitchen again?"

"Oh, you have a good idea! I don't have the time to travel so far to pack lunch for you. I just bought it from a roadside restaurant."

Seeing that he was silent, Yang Qianyu went to bring the lunch and laid it out one by one on the small table on the bed.

Pass the chopsticks to him again.

"Do you want me to feed you with my own hands?" Seeing that his expression was still cold, Yang Qianyu satirized him deliberately.

Unexpectedly, Feng Moyan raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but the words he blurted out made people blush with shame.

"I prefer you to feed me yourself," he said.

Yang Qianyu gritted her teeth, stared at him angrily, and uttered a word after a while: "Get lost!"

Only then did the man smile, and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Yang Qianyu dragged the chair over and sat against the back of the chair so that it was convenient for him to pick up vegetables.

The two chatted while eating.

Yang Qianyu: "Wang Cheng had a good talk with Wan Zhuo in the morning?"

Feng Moyan: "Well, Wanzhuo has also been looking for cross-border cooperation in recent years. This happens to be an opportunity, and I want to try it."

"That's great. Feng Yun's project was carefully selected by you. It has great prospects. They will definitely like it."