Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

After all, how good can a man who can even abandon his closest relatives and family members be expected to treat his so-called lover who has no blood relationship?

Love is full of variables. Once the passion recedes and the hormones burn out, he will definitely be more decisive than abandoning his family when he is cold-blooded.

Some things can only be considered calmly after time has passed.

Feng Moyan didn't expect her to consider this level, the surprise on his face continued, and he stared at her blankly.

Qian Yu smiled, and suddenly reached out to flick his eyebrows, "Why are you in a daze?"

He suddenly came back to his senses, frowned slightly, pulled down her mischievous hand and held it in his palm again, and suddenly asked with emotion: "Do people become more transparent as they live, more free and easy as they live?"

Yang Qianyu understood what he meant, nodded and said: "It should be. After all, you are young and ignorant. After you have experienced a lot, you will find the hurdles that you once felt difficult to overcome. Looking back, it is nothing. "

"But you live so clearly, will you leave me and leave one day?" He was worried and asked very seriously.

Yang Qianyu looked at his serious and worried face, and couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr. Feng, it really doesn't seem like it came from you. To be honest, a man is indeed not a necessity to me, but a father is unique to the children." Yes!"

Not necessary for her...

Mr. Feng was hurt by this sentence, and became more and more sad, "Then I think you'd better not be so transparent, and even continue to hate me."

"Please...how did you become a resentful husband?"

"It's nothing..." Mr. Feng drooped his face, embarrassed to say that after she recognized her ancestors and returned to the clan, he would no longer be worthy of her.

But Yang Qianyu knew him a lot.

After carefully looking at it, and thinking about her mother's diary, she guessed roughly: "You are not worried that I will abandon you after meeting that Mr. Zhuo, right?"

"How come? I seem to be such an unconfident person?" Someone immediately cheered up and quickly refuted.

But he retorted too quickly, making Yang Qianyu more and more sure.

"Tsk tsk, unexpected, unexpected...the successor of the dignified Feng family, the executive president of Fengyun Group, will one day be so concerned about gains and losses, and belittle himself."

Seeing his increasingly serious handsome face, Yang Qianyu became more and more joyful, and then teased: "Don't worry, if you are still my dogleg slave like you were just now... er, no..."

Unexpectedly, Yi Deyi said what was in her heart, she quickly stopped, glanced at the man quickly, seeing that he didn't seem to notice, she immediately changed her words and said: "What I mean is, if you still care about me as much as before, I will naturally I will not be ungrateful, at least for the sake of the children, this family still has a place for you."

How could Feng Moyan not know what she was going to say just now, he just smiled and didn't care: "Is it possible to pester you forever by being your dog-legged slave?"

"You said it yourself."

"That's okay, dog legs are dog legs, slaves are slaves, anyway, you just let me sleep at night."

Feng Moyan's inner os: the more you manipulate during the day, the more I sleep at night.

When it comes to matters between men and women, no matter what time it is, men can't afford to suffer.

"You..." Yang Qianyu didn't expect that he was a big wronged brother one second, and could flirt evilly in the next second. He was speechless immediately, quickly glanced at the children playing in the living room, and scolded in a low voice. , "What nonsense! Let the children hear what it looks like!"

"What's the point? Parents are loving, and children are mentally healthy. I'm teaching by example."

"..." She was really unable to answer the words, so she rolled her eyes and got up to leave.

Mr. Feng turned around in the wheelchair, looked at the woman's slim back as she left, his thin lips were slightly curled up, and he was already thinking about how to sleep...

But it's the legs—

He counted the days and was about to go back to the hospital for a reexamination. He didn't know when he could start rehabilitation.

He must get better as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if she really goes away after recognizing her ancestors and returning to her family, whether she is voluntary or passive, it will not be a good thing-if she still cannot leave the wheelchair by then, how can she chase after her wife?

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Yang Guohua survived in the hospital for a week, and was rescued once or twice a day almost every day. His body, which was already broken after jumping off the building, was riddled with holes by the doctor's scalpel.

Finally, on a thunderous night, he took his last breath.

Yang Zijun happened to go back to take a shower that night, but after the heavy rain, lightning and thunder, he couldn't get a taxi, so he didn't go back to the hospital that night, thinking about going there early the next morning.

Who knows, just fell asleep at night when the phone rang.

When he arrived at the hospital on a shared bicycle drenched in water, his father, Yang Guohua, had closed his eyes for an hour, and his body had no temperature.

"Sorry, Young Master Yang, I'm sorry." The doctor on duty in the intensive care unit bowed apologetically, turned and left.

Soon, the deceased covered in white cloth was pushed out by the doctors and nurses.

Yang Zijun stared blankly, neither shed tears nor looked excited or sad.

After a while, when the carts disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and took out his cell phone to make a call.

Yang Qianyu was hugged tightly by Feng Moyan, because she was afraid of thunder and lightning. When the phone rang, she didn't hear it for a while, but Feng Moyan woke up first.

"What's the matter?" The man behind got up, and she opened her eyes in surprise, and asked vaguely.

"Your call." Feng Moyan had already reached for her mobile phone, and when he saw the caller ID on it, his face sank slightly, "Yang Zijun, it must be from the hospital..."

Yang Qianyu woke up instantly, sat up and answered the call.

"Sister, my dad is leaving tonight, let me tell you."

Yang Zijun's voice mingled with the sound of thunder and penetrated into his ears. Yang Qianyu was also very calm after listening, and said after a pause, "My condolences."

"Well, hang up."

He hung up without hesitation.

Yang Qianyu listened to the blind voice in her ear, put down her phone, and looked at the man staring at her, "Yang Guohua is dead."

Feng Moyan didn't say anything, just hugged her again, "Go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

Actually it's nothing.

Yang Guohua has her own son, so no matter what happens, she, an unfavored daughter, will not be able to take care of her.

What's more, they are not even father and daughter now.

Lying down in the man's arms again, she thought she would not be able to fall asleep for a long time, but unexpectedly, she slept surprisingly soundly.

At night, she had a dream.

I dreamed that my mother was back, riding a bicycle with Uncle Zhuo, and marching on the streets of the ancient town.

The sun penetrated the branches and cast light and shadow. They laughed all the way, there was no beating of mandarin ducks, no accidents, no life and death, no slashing for love.

She shouted in her heart: Mom, the bad guy who hurt you has finally been punished. He will go to hell and will not disturb your peace.