Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Feng Moyan followed the words and asked: "Then what did she tell you? Did she make you happy, don't be sad, and don't wallow in grief?"

Yang Qianyu shook her head, waited for a while to relax, got out of bed, and leaned against the head of the bed: "She said...she couldn't bear me."

A few short words made Feng Moyan's heart ache again.

Hearing that her voice was hoarse and her eye sockets were red and swollen, she must have fallen asleep from crying. He was so distressed that he turned around and brought the water on the bedside table: "Your voice is hoarse, drink some water, this is Xiaoyu for you No, the kids are worried about you."

She was indeed thirsty, and her mouth was so sticky that she could hardly open it. She took the water glass and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing that she was so thirsty, Feng Moyan asked softly when her arm fell down, "Do you still drink? If you still drink, I'll pour it."

She shook her head, "No need."

After drinking the water, the stagnant emotions in her chest seemed to be washed away by the water, and she cheered up again.

Hearing that the house was quiet, she was slightly curious: "Xixi, what are they doing?"

"Eat lunch and go to bed."

No wonder, the house is rarely quiet, without hearing the noisy voices of the little ones.

"Is it already afternoon?"

"Well, it's past two o'clock in the afternoon. I saw that you hadn't come out. I was about to come in and call you for dinner. I saw that you were in a nightmare. I couldn't wake you up after a few calls, so I had to..."

His eyes fell on the woman's lips that had just been moistened by the water, and his voice froze.

Thinking of the kiss that woke him up, Yang Qianyu's emotions were diverted again.

Their eyes met, and they were silent for two seconds. The atmosphere was ambiguous and quiet. Finally, Feng Moyan took the initiative to break the silence: "Be hungry, get up and eat something."

"Ah."

Feng Moyan's wheelchair backed up so that she could get up and get out of bed.

After Yang Qianyu cried, she fell asleep again, and now she recovered a lot.

Thinking of what the doctor told Feng Moyan when he was discharged from the hospital, she raised her eyes to look at him while putting on her shoes, and asked with a frown, "Why don't you lie down? You forgot what the doctor said?"

"I am fine."

"It's okay, lie down quickly, it's finally back to the way it is now, you take good care of it, and you'll start rehabilitation after a while." Yang Qianyu grimaced, pushed the wheelchair over and pulled it to the side of the bed without any explanation Come.

Feng Moyan grabbed her hand, his eyes overflowed with tenderness, "I want to be with you, lying on the bed is too boring."

Knowing that he was worried about himself, Yang Qianyu said seriously: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry, you can take a good rest and recuperate, and don't make me worry."

"Is it all right?"

"Hmm." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she paused for a second and said, "Actually, I've always wished in my heart that I wasn't Yang Guohua's biological daughter. A father like that always hates me whenever I think of it. I've been looking forward to it for so long. My wish has finally come true, and I should feel happy and relieved."

"It's just... I originally thought that my mother's image would be shattered if I had to face the truth. But Yang Zijun said that my mother was forced - so, it's not her fault, right?"

Feng Moyan hurriedly said: "Of course not. She is a victim, whether she fell in love with Zhuo Yueluan, had you by accident, or was forced to marry Yang Guohua and died in depression, she is a victim."

"Well," Yang Qianyu nodded, feeling quite relieved, "So, my mother is right, and my background is nothing to be ashamed of. After thinking about this, the pain in my heart is not so strong. I just feel sorry for her, Such a short life is full of scars and humiliation..."

Feng Moyan held her hand, silently comforting her.

After a while, Yang Qianyu cheered up, "Okay, you lie down, I'll go out and have something to eat."

"Okay then, come to me if you need something, don't support it alone."

"Um……"

After taking care of Feng Moyan to lie down, Yang Qianyu went back to the living room alone.

Aunt Rong was resting in the nanny's room, when she heard voices outside, she came out immediately: "Ma'am, are you hungry, sir told me to leave a special meal for you, I'll go heat it up."

"I'll do it myself. You can rest for a while. It's been hard taking care of the three children these days." Yang Qianyu smiled slightly.

Aunt Rong saw that her eyes were red and swollen. Although she didn't know what happened, she must be in a bad mood. She probably wanted to be alone, so she replied tactfully and went back to her room.

Yang Qianyu heated up lunch and sat quietly in the dining room to eat.

The phone has been turned off since yesterday, and luckily I don’t have to go to work, otherwise how could I lose contact with the outside world for so long?

I took another spare phone to log in to WeChat, and when I opened it, it was full of unread messages, and there were many applications to add friends.

Don't look at it, it must be some unscrupulous media or netizens.

She ignored it and read the unread messages one by one.

Fisher, Xiaoxiao, and colleagues who had a good relationship with her in the past are all concerned about how she is doing.

She responded briefly.

As soon as it was sent, Fisher's phone calls came one after another.

Her voice was still hoarse, and the living room was quiet, and she was worried that the echo of her words would disturb the napping children in the room, so she had no choice but to hang up.

Explained on WeChat: I am eating, I will get back to you later.

Fisher replied with an "ok" emoji.

Scrolling down, I saw Zhuo Yilin's news, and... Zhuo Yueluan's.

She fixed her eyes and forgot to continue feeding the food into her mouth. She hesitated for a while before clicking on the dialog box.

The first one was sent at [-] o'clock last night: Xiaoqing, please call me back after you see the message.

The second is in the early hours of the morning: Xiaoqing, the matter is still being processed, don't worry, protect yourself.

The third one is this morning: Xiaoqing, I will arrive in Jiangcheng around four in the afternoon, and I will contact you then.

After reading this article, Yang Qianyu was startled, and quickly looked at the time on the upper corner of the phone.

02:30 now.

That said, he's on a plane right now.

The finally calm mood suddenly became chaotic and flustered, and the indescribable feeling swept over her, and the feeling of wanting to escape and even faint rejection made her dizzy all of a sudden.

How to do?

If he makes an appointment, will you go?

After panicking for a moment, she immediately calmed down, took her mobile phone and went to the bedroom to find Feng Moyan.

Feng Moyan closed his eyes and feigned sleep, but he was thinking about something in his mind. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he opened his eyes and saw her expression of uneasiness, and immediately sat up: "What's wrong?"

"Look at this." Yang Qianyu sat down by the bed and handed him the phone.

Feng Moyan glanced, his expression changed slightly.

"Will he know my relationship with him?" Qian Yu asked.

Feng Moyan thought for a while, then shook his head: "Probably not, Yang Guohua and Yang Zijun know about this now, and they probably have no way to contact Zhuo Yueluan."

"Then if he contacts me after arriving in Jiangcheng, will I go?"

"Your phone is not turned on, he should still call me, I will reply him." Contacted yesterday, Zhuo Yueluan just called him, presumably if contacted today, he would still be looking for him.

Yang Qianyu hadn't figured out how to face her biological father yet, and she was afraid that contacting him would reveal her emotions. With Feng Moyan blocking her, she felt a little relieved.