Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

The meeting place was at a high-end club near Zhuo Yueluan's hotel.

When Feng Moyan and Yang Qianyu arrived, Zhuo Yueluan was already sitting.

Surprisingly, Zhuo Yilin was also there.

It was still early, and there were no other guests in the magnificent clubhouse except their table.

Zhuo Yilin was drinking coffee when he saw them coming, he got up gentlemanly, and moved a sofa chair by the table to make room for Feng Moyan's wheelchair.

Yang Qianyu looked at him, the two looked at each other, and nodded lightly in greeting.

After parking Feng Moyan's wheelchair, Yang Qianyu sat down beside him, Zhuo Yueluan was on the other side of her, and Zhuo Yilin was on the other side of Feng Moyan.

The small round table is not very big, the four people sit around, the position is just right, the low-decibel conversation is enough for others to hear clearly, and the sound will not spread too far.

Ever since Zhuo Yueluan saw Yang Qianyu's appearance, his eyes fell on her carefully.

This was the first time they met after learning about their relationship. Before, they only thought she was like a pearl, but now that they looked closely, they seemed to be able to see the shadow of themselves when they were young.

He also knew that this was mostly a psychological effect.

But no matter what, the fact that the girl in front of him is his own daughter is solid evidence.

Zhuo Yueluan was extremely excited, his eyes followed Yang Qianyu until she sat down beside him.

As the distance got closer, his heartbeat became more chaotic, pounding, pounding like a drum.

Having experienced the ups and downs of a legendary life, even life and death have long been underestimated. He never thought that in this life, there would be such a moment of emotional turmoil and even restlessness.

His daughter, the daughter Mingzhu gave him, his own daughter...

"Xiaoqing..." With all kinds of ups and downs, he looked at Yang Qianyu who was seated, hesitated for a while, and then called out in a low voice.

Yang Qianyu looked at him, naturally she didn't miss the excitement and joy in his eyes, but she didn't know how to face her biological father who appeared so many years late.

So, with a stiff face, she remained silent in a daze, and did not speak.

The reason why Zhuo Yilin came here was because he was afraid of such a cold scene.

So after a brief silence, he took the initiative to break the deadlock: "Have you had breakfast so early? Do you want the waiter to bring you the menu?"

As soon as Zhuo Yilin opened his mouth, Zhuo Yueluan immediately found a topic close to his daughter, and then said: "Xiaoqing, what do you like to eat? The breakfast here is not bad."

"No, we've already eaten." Yang Qianyu shook her head, her tone was calm and gentle, neither eager nor alienated.

With words, the atmosphere is not so rigid.

Zhuo Yilin said: "In this case, let's get down to business..." He looked at Feng Moyan and lowered his jaw, "What do you want to ask? We are all here today, so please explain everything clearly."

Feng Moyan glanced at "Big brother-in-law" indifferently, turned to Zhuo Yueluan, and looked at Qianqian before speaking, "We want to know, when you came back from the army, you heard that you had been to Jiangcheng, so why didn't you see Aunt Ruan?" ? If you really love so deeply, and your beloved gets married inexplicably, don't you want to ask for an explanation and ask what happened?"

"Or... At that time, you had moved on and had already had someone else to marry, so you were relieved to see that your former lover was married, and you no longer have any worries?"

"Feng Moyan, you—" Zhuo Yilin became angry when he heard this, but before he could reprimand, Zhuo Yueluan raised his hand and stopped him.

Facing Feng Moyan's aggressive questioning, Zhuo Yueluan did not show any anger at all, but his expression was much calmer than when Qian Qian just sat down.

He was about to speak when he saw the waiter coming over with two cups of coffee, and stopped in time.

The waiter put down the coffee respectfully, turned and left.

Yang Qianyu was sitting by the window, facing the waiter, maybe it was a little far away, and the cup of coffee was not completely placed in front of her.

She naturally reached out, grabbed the small saucer under the coffee cup, and dragged it towards her.

Her mood was in a mess, her attention was all on Feng Moyan's question just now, thinking about how Zhuo Yueluan would answer, she didn't pay attention, she moved too fast and dragged the coffee cup down.

With a sound of "crash", Feng Moyan sat up and hurried to help him, but before he had time, hot coffee splashed all over the table, and Yang Qianyu hurriedly backed away to avoid it.

"How about it, are you burning your hands?"

"How are you, are you hot?"

The two spoke in unison, both caring about each other.

"I'm fine, just a little splash." Feng Moyan had some coffee in his hand, but not much, but the freshly brewed coffee was indeed quite hot.

Yang Qianyu got used to bringing her children, and kept disinfectant wipes in her bag at all times, so when she saw this, she immediately turned around and took the wipes out of her bag.

When she turned around again, she realized that the coffee had spilled on Zhuo Yueluan's leg.

"Ah, your legs..."

Surprised, she was so frightened that she couldn't care about the few drops on Feng Moyan's hand for a while, she pulled out the wet towel and wiped Zhuo Yueluan's trouser legs.

"How is it? It must be very hot, do you want to clean it?"

While speaking, the manager of the clubhouse had heard the news and rushed over, nodded and bowed and apologized repeatedly.

Zhuo Yilin didn't say anything else, he just ordered people to come and clean up the table quickly.

Yang Qianyu still bent over and leaned down, grabbing a few wipes to wipe Zhuo Yueluan's legs.

The fabric of the trousers is still hot, and it can be seen that the skin feels hotter. She asked anxiously: "Do you need to be careful? If you get burned, you have to go to the hospital."

Zhuo Yueluan took her arm and comforted her: "Son, don't worry, it's fine."

"It's so hot, how can it be okay?" She actually wanted to say, how could such a big living person not know how to back up and dodge, just sit still and let the hot coffee splash on his legs?

But thinking that I was careless and reckless and hurt others, I still can't say this kind of shirk responsibility.

Zhuo Yilin didn't move much, and his face didn't look anxious, he knew his father was fine.

Because that leg happens to be a prosthetic.

Yang Qianyu rubbed it, and gradually felt that it didn't feel right, and the place where the trouser legs were lifted up looked a little... strange.

She was stunned for a second, feeling puzzled in her heart, and unconsciously pushed her trouser legs up a little more, then her eyes froze and her face turned petrified.

No wonder it didn't feel right, because that leg wasn't flesh at all, it was...

She looked at the "iron legs" that glowed with metallic luster, and there was no response for a while.

Zhuo Yueluan pulled her just now to get her up, afraid that she would see the miserable state of his leg, but she didn't want to, she still saw it.

"Xiaoqing, get up, I'm fine." Seeing her staring at his prosthetic limb without blinking, Zhuo Yueluan pulled her up again, with a face full of horror and disbelief.

Feng Moyan sat on Qianqian's other side, his sight was blocked, and he didn't know what happened.

But seeing Qianqian standing there in a daze, motionless, and Zhuo Yueluan acting as if nothing happened, he was also confused, and couldn't help frowning and leaning over——