Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Zijun's words were undoubtedly a heavy blow to the head, or a series of falling, fatal punches.

What did mom do wrong?Why did she have to suffer like this?

And in the hesitant, helpless, and desperate situation at that time, she thought that she could save her loved ones by asking for help, but what she didn't want to wait was the bad news of "sacrifice".

Yang Qianyu's heart was broken.

How much she wished that she could travel through time and space and go back to that era to embrace the poor and miserable mother.

Seeing her emotionally broken and messed up, Feng Moyan turned the wheelchair around without any explanation, dragged her over and hugged her tightly.

"Qianqian...Qianqian, you can cry if you want to, it will make you feel better..." He whispered while stroking Qian Yu's head, gently comforting her.

But Yang Qianyu couldn't cry in this place.

She used to hate Yang Guohua, hated him for being unfair, partial, and ignoring herself—but now, her feelings for Yang Guohua were more than just hatred.

If there were no children, she might not be able to control her desire to kill, and she would have to kill this scum who is not as good as a beast, to avenge her mother's miserable life!

She clenched her teeth tightly, still unable to restrain the trembling and anger welling up from the depths of her heart, so she could only restrain herself tightly in the arms of the man.

"Mo Yan, let's go... I don't want to see him..." I don't want to see this disgusting and dirty scum, I don't want to breathe the same air as him.

"Okay, let's go home."

Feng Moyan nodded, and pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly.

Yang Qianyu understood his thoughts and wanted to get up, but he pushed it back again: "Don't move, I'm fine..."

At this moment, even if Feng Moyan loses his legs, he will still hug her tightly, giving her warmth and comfort.

But Yang Qianyu's mind was indeed so messed up that he couldn't think, his mind went blank, and he held him in his arms again and held him down, so he didn't struggle anymore.

Like a weather-beaten and dilapidated rag doll, she lost all consciousness and reaction, and Feng Moyan led her out of the meeting room.

Yang Qianyu had no memory of how he got home this way.

It wasn't until the children's cheers came to her ears that she realized that she had already returned home.

"Shh... Mom is not feeling well, don't bother her, go and play by yourself." Feng Moyan watched the children rushing up excitedly, and quickly signaled them to silence.

The three little ones immediately quieted down.

"Is mom sick?"

"Mom is in a bad mood?"

"Father, are you arguing with your mother again?"

Feng Moyan was also in a complicated mood, but he still had to gather his energy to deal with the children, and explained gently: "Mom and Dad didn't quarrel, and Mom just didn't feel well. She'll be fine after a night of sleep. You guys go play first."

"Oh."

The children turned and walked away.

Feng Moyan took Yang Qianyu back to the room and went to the bedside, "How about you sleep?"

Yang Qianyu nodded, got up from his arms, and lay down on the bed like a marionette.

Feng Moyan leaned forward to reach for the quilt and covered her.

Behind him, Xiaoyu came in at some unknown time, holding a glass of water in his hand: "Dad, this is warm water, give it to mom."

"Well, good boy, put it down, mom will drink later."

Xiaoyu put down the water glass, looked at his mother lying on the pillow with her eyes wide open, her little face was full of worry: "Dad, is Mom okay?"

"It's okay, Dad is with her."

"Well, then you can call me if you need anything."

"Ok."

Xiaoyu turned around and left, Feng Moyan moved the wheelchair and leaned against the bed again, held her hand, scraped her face with the other hand, gently comforted her, and sighed faintly.

"I know you're feeling sad, wronged for your mother, and distressed. Now that you're home, you can cry whenever you want, but after crying, you should cheer up early. I think, Auntie is in the spirit of heaven, and I don't want to see you so sad." He persuaded her gently, his big palms kept falling on the side of her face, caressing her gently.

Yang Qianyu's eyes were empty, and she nodded in a daze.

After being silent for a while, she raised her eyes to look at the man: "Go and accompany the children, I want to sleep for a while..."

Feng Moyan knew that she didn't want to sleep, but just wanted to be alone.

Understanding her mood at this time, the man didn't force it, "Okay, you've been working hard these days, go to sleep. No matter when, the children and I will always be by your side."

"it is good……"

Although Feng Moyan was worried, he still respected her intentions, leaned over, kissed the side of her cheek softly, turned and left.

After closing the door of the room, the gentle pampering on his face disappeared.

The children went to play by themselves, he took the mobile phone, and the wheelchair slowly walked towards the balcony and made a call.

"At the hospital, Yang Guohua's treatment fee was cut off, um... don't worry about it, he was discharged from the hospital without money for treatment, it has nothing to do with us, send someone to follow secretly, don't let him cause any trouble again."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Moyan gritted his teeth, thinking of Yang Guohua's face that was not as good as a beast, he wished to send him to see the King of Hades directly!

This kind of scum, living is just a waste of resources.

Anyone who dares to hurt Qianqian, no matter who they are, he will not let him go.

But thinking of Zhuo Yueluan, he got a headache.

With his current ability, he is not Zhuo Yueluan's opponent at all. Moreover, just because of Wanzhuo Technology's international and domestic influence and its great prestige in democratic brands, he does not want to target Wanzhuo Group.

Therefore, the only thing that can be done is to make Qianqian never meet that person again.

No matter how innocent he was back then, the harm he caused to Qianqian's mother and daughter cannot be undone.

Unless Qianqian is willing to accept him, no one can persecute him, nor can he be kidnapped morally.

After thinking about all this, he began to deploy actions.

He must buy the courtyard house.

Fortunately, after the confrontation between the company and Lingfeng is over, it is a foregone conclusion that Lingfeng will retreat steadily, and now it is even more imprisoned, bankrupt and bankrupt, and there is no deterrence anymore.

Thanks to the cooperation with Wanzhuo, the company's stock price has risen strongly in recent days.

Feng Moyan thought about it, and when the market opened on Monday, he began to sell in a planned way to cash out, and when he had enough money, he would buy back the courtyard house first.

The phone rang, bringing back his gloomy mood.

Looking down, there was an incoming call from home.

"Hey."

"Mo Yan, you were discharged from the hospital today, right?" Xu Hong was on the phone, and her tone of voice was much more kind and charitable than before.

"En." Feng Moyan roughly guessed what his mother was going to say, and his eyebrows began to frown.

Sure enough, Xu Hong asked: "Then when will you come back for dinner? Didn't your dad tell you a few days ago? When you leave the hospital, bring that woman back... But I see that the Internet is messed up these days——"

Speaking of this, Xu Hong hesitated, and asked cautiously: "Mo Yan... Your father and I are curious, are the things uploaded on the Internet true? Your father came back from a business trip in S city and said that I just find it strange... You said she stayed abroad for a few years, how come she still has such a strong relationship after returning to China? If it is really like what is said on the Internet, what kind of unclear relationship does she have with that man..."