Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"If it's not possible, it's an excuse that people don't like me. But it's not important anymore. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just drive and hang up first."

Her tone was relaxed, and she hung up the phone without waiting for Qianyu's response.

The car started and drove, but she still couldn't help crying...

I really like it, I really don't want to give it up, but I really... can't help it.

Tears quickly blurred her eyes, and she pushed the car out of the basement, worried that there would be an accident in this situation, so she quickly pulled over and stopped.

Lying weakly on the steering wheel, this time, she no longer suppressed it, and let it out freely.

Beside him, a Cayenne drove by slowly.

The man in the driver's seat looked sideways at the illegally parked vehicle with double flashing lights on the side of the road.

As soon as I passed by, I could clearly see the girl lying on the steering wheel with trembling shoulders.

His warm and clear eyes sank for an instant, he pursed his lips, retracted his gaze, and galloped away.

Feeling uneasy after all, Zhuo Yilin took out his mobile phone before the traffic light, wanting to contact Yang Qianyu and ask her to pay attention to Fei Xue's situation.

But after thinking about it, since it is doomed to be impossible, why bother to do such a misleading behavior?

It seems sentimental, but it is redundant.

Finally, I gave up the idea.

I hope that she can quickly get out of this unresolved relationship, and turn back into the cheerful, free, confident, and even a little heartless silly girl before.

----

After Yang Qianyu knew that her best friend was rejected, she was in a bad mood along the way.

When he got home, Feng Moyan saw her worried, thinking about the two chats on WeChat just now, his handsome face sank: "What's wrong? That Zhuo Yilin made things difficult for you?"

She shook her head and sat down on the edge of the bed, "No, but...he was in trouble."

"Fisher? What's wrong?"

"Hey... Actually, it's not difficult. After we finished our meal, we went down to the underground parking lot. Dr. Zhuo said he had something to say to Fei Fei, so I left first. After a while, I called Fei Fei Phone, I thought the two of them could collide and create some sparks, but who knows..."

She looked at Feng Moyan sadly, and said nothing later.

Mr. Feng understood, his expression was calm, and he said calmly: "That kind of white face is nothing good. With Fisher's conditions, it is impossible to find a man."

Yang Qianyu glared at him, "Dr. Zhuo's condition, is there anything good? Can you speak without personal emotion?"

"Then what should I do? People don't like your best friend."

Yang Qianyu sighed, powerless...

"Fei Fei must be very sad. Before I could comfort her, she hung up the phone."

Seeing the frowning of the woman he loved, Mr. Feng also felt distressed. He held her hand and asked, "Then what can you do? Match her?"

"Hey...forget it, she doesn't have any thoughts now."

After running for a long time, she was a little tired, so she yawned and said softly, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep for a while."

She got up to leave, but was grabbed by the man.

"what?"

"Where are you going to sleep?"

His eyes were ambiguous, he grabbed the woman's hand, and at the same time glanced at his side, the meaning was obvious.

Qian Yu pouted, "Aren't you still busy?"

There are documents and materials at his hand and the small table on the bed.

"How can work be more important than sleeping with you?" Mr. Feng put the love in a natural way.

The woman's cheeks became hot, but she didn't hesitate, she stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her outer clothes and lay down.

When she was undressing, Feng Moyan conveniently tidied up the scattered documents on the bed and put them on the bedside table.

When she lay down, he dropped the pillow just in time.

The two faced each other and breathed each other. At first, Yang Qianyu didn't feel anything. After a second, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, looked down, and asked in surprise, "Can you turn over by yourself?"

When he couldn't move his lower body before, he even needed help from others to turn over.

Now... can you come sideways by yourself?

"Yeah." Mr. Feng smiled handsomely, his eyes filled with joy, "It was only today that I found out that my lower limbs are clearly feeling."

Yang Qianyu was so happy that her drowsiness was dispelled, she raised her head and looked at him and said, "During dinner, Dr. Zhuo also said that you should wait for half a month for a reexamination. If you recover as expected, you can start rehabilitation. Then he will Contact Director Chen to help you customize a rehabilitation plan!"

After hearing this, Mr. Feng's joy faded a bit, "Director Chen is quite professional, and there is no need for outsiders to intervene."

"Aren't you naive!" Knowing that he was awkward again, Qianqian patted him bitterly and stared at him.

Feng Moyan was taken aback for a moment, and then gritted his teeth, "You're in a terrible situation now, domestic violence every now and then! Think I can't do anything about you?"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his arms and pressed the woman into the pillow, and leaned over with his upper body, trapping her tightly.

"Ah... what are you doing? You're pressing my hair!" Qian Yu exclaimed, laughing, screaming and patting.

Feng Moyan was startled, and quickly moved his arm away, pulling all her hair out.

Then, without any explanation, Jun lowered his face and covered her exclamation with a kiss.

"Hmm...why, in broad daylight—"

I knew he didn't have good intentions in letting me sleep here, but I didn't expect that it was broad daylight and the curtains were not drawn, so he just rushed over like this.

His health is better, but not completely. Does he still think that he can carry something through to the end?

But even though she protested, when she was enveloped by his breath, she still surrendered spinelessly.

It has to be said that even though they have been separated for four or five years, this guy is still the one who understands her body best.

It can even be said that she knows better than herself.

In just 2 minutes of intimacy, her body changed beyond her imagination. Panting, she opened her eyes, and looked at the man leaning on her with foggy eyes, everything was in utter silence...

Feng Moyan looked at her with pity, and the strong longing that swept through his heart almost burned his whole body, but when he instinctively wanted more, his cumbersome body pulled him back to reality.

He closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead were faintly jumping, and after a while, he fell back on the bed.

Qian Yu blushed and turned towards him, obviously her own situation was not much better, but she deliberately teased him: "How about it, are you asking for trouble?"

He opened his eyes, staring at the woman with burning eyes that seemed to melt her.

"Are you proud?"

"Little girl doesn't dare..." She replied with a smile, leaned over, deliberately kissed the corner of the man's mouth, and then turned over and got up, "I'd better go to sleep in another room, or else both of us won't get along well."

After she finished speaking, she left, and when she closed the door, she deliberately turned her head and cast a charming wink.

Feng Moyan was lying there, hating that he couldn't move now, otherwise he could let her slip away from his bed in a grandiose manner?

You don't have to toss her so hard that you can't get out of bed for three days!

Seeing her closing the door with a grin, Mr. Feng closed his eyes impatiently, and secretly swore: When he recovers, we must settle the "new and old grudges" together!