Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

There was a knock on the study door.

She looked up and saw Feng Moyan coming in.

"The monitoring of the garage and the monitoring of the recorder on your car are all done. I'll just have someone hand it over to the police. It's perfect for the police to clarify the rumors and release the truth." Feng Moyan's wheelchair walked towards the desk At that time, the low and charming voice said slowly.

——This will also save those trolls and sunspots from besieging her again.

Yang Qianyu nodded, and said a little unconvinced: "You, Mr. Feng, still have a lot of face, and nothing can trouble you."

"Did I hear you right? In my lifetime, I can hear someone praise me, and I will die without regret." He smiled evilly, and his words were sarcasm.

The woman gave him a blank look, then turned her gaze back to the phone, and suddenly found something, her eyebrows frowned.

"This reply...why do I feel a little strange?" She turned the phone to show him, the screen just stayed in the book review area, there was a comment praising the hero, and the following reply was: That's too right!He knows the male lead better than the author!

Feng Moyan glanced, calm and composed: "Really? What's so strange?"

Looking at his expression, Yang Qianyu suddenly reached out and grabbed the cell phone from his palm. At the same time, she got up and walked around to the other side of the desk.

"What are you doing!" Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, not moving so fast, he could only stare.

"Verify my guess!"

The password to open the screen of his phone was his birthday. Yang Qianyu unlocked it with ease, found the app, clicked on it, and saw someone's ID account—as expected, it was the account that replied to the comment.

"Feng Moyan, you... you really impress me!" Yang Qianyu was so shocked that her beautiful eyes almost popped out.

Scrolling down the comments, she was even more dumbfounded, and couldn't help laughing.

Someone liked all the comments that praised him and asked for reunion, and replied a lot - at the same time, those comments that called him a scumbag were also severely scolded back.

Unable to hold back, Mr. Feng stretched out his hand and ordered with a calm face: "Bring me the phone! I have the minimum privacy, is it polite for you to look at my phone without permission?!"

Yang Qianyu was not afraid of him, and continued to scroll down while teasing: "Are you really bored? Shall I tell Young Master Gong that I will send you some work tomorrow?"

"..." Mr. Feng was speechless.

Is there such a woman in the world?

He spends his whole life thinking about how to be nice to her, how to pamper her and how to love her - but she is fine, he just thinks about how to make him feel bad!

He is really obsessed with falling in love with such a heartless woman.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Yang Qianyu was satisfied, and turned a few more pages, shaking her head while reading.

"Feng Moyan, do you have schizophrenia? How could these words come out of your mouth?"

"Actually, the author's description is not accurate enough, the hero prototype is more handsome than this..."

"The male lead is the one who loves the female lead the most in this world, not one of them..."

"Man—hey, what are you doing? I haven't finished watching it yet!" She read one by one according to the screen, so Feng Moyan might as well come forward and snatch the phone away.

Looking at that face again, it was usually cold and arrogant, but now it was as red as a monkey's butt.

Yang Qianyu was in a good mood suddenly, and she didn't want to be slandered by the cyberbullying, but she looked at this person seriously, and asked curiously: "What was your motivation in the first place——I thought of finding a writer to write our Write down the story?"

Someone said coldly: "I lost my memory, I don't remember, probably my brain was short-circuited at that time."

She ignored it, and continued: "Wang Cheng said, you are trying to clear up those rumors on the Internet and point the finger at yourself. In fact, those things are in the past and they are in the past. I don't care much about them. They are all irrelevant people. I What do you care what they think?"

Someone raised his eyes, "You mean, I'm being sentimental?"

Indeed a bit.

However, Yang Qianyu thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out of his mouth. His face was gloomy now, and it was about to rain.

So, the woman's conscience found out, and she said sincerely: "It's not about being passionate, but about taking precautions—you see, all the netizens have changed their views on me now, and they all sympathize with my life experience and experiences, and believe in my character and morality. Consciously take the initiative to speak for me. This is all thanks to you."

Feng Moyan curled his lips, took her hand, and pulled her closer, "So, do you have to thank me?"

Knowing what he was going to say next, the woman followed the words: "Then how do you want me to thank you?"

He raised his eyes, with a half-smile, and the air around him immediately changed, "What do you think? You're so smart, you don't know what I'm thinking?"

"No matter how smart I am, I'm not a roundworm in your stomach." She responded, raised her wrist to look at her watch, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, it's past nine o'clock! I should go back! Last night you said that I It’s too much to enjoy it alone, leaving the children to you—then I’ll pick them up tonight, and ask Ah Quan and Aunt Rong to pick them up from the kindergarten tomorrow.”

"Yang Qianyu!" He squeezed her hand suddenly.

"what?"

"..." The man stared at her with a gloomy handsome face.

When did this woman become so wicked?

Knowing that he wanted her to stay at night, he deliberately said these annoying words!

"If you leave tonight, don't come here again." Mr. Feng is also saving face.

He took the initiative time and time again, with a smug face, and lost all face, and the result was like this?

He was already very annoyed at teasing him about replying to the book review just now, but he could only bear it and pretended not to care.

It's time to add fuel to the fire!

Abandoning these words, seeing that the woman was silent, he raised his eyes and squinted slightly, deliberately ridiculing: "Let's go, why don't you go?"

She pursed her lips, her face stiffened, and she said, "I'll go see if the children are asleep." Staggered away and left in a huff.

A smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Feng's face, and his heart softened.

This feeling of bickering and hurting each other seemed to return to the state where the two were ambiguous and not yet in love, which made him feel very fond of it.

In fact, to be precise, although they were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, they had never really been in love, let alone the kind of inseparable and inseparable love.

Back then, both of them were young when they determined their intentions, and they focused on their studies.

Even if they "dated" occasionally, they were actually studying and reading together. It was a rare opportunity for him to hold his little hand and kiss his little mouth only when he had the guts.

The kiss at that time was also a very restrained and pious shallow kiss, at most it was lip to lip, not daring to stay longer than three seconds.

I thought that they would have a long time to come and have a lot of time for passionate love and happy love, but who knew that before they had time to experience, those things happened.

The relationship between the two fell to freezing point in an instant.

Later, the grandfather made the decision, and the two of them were forced to get married, and they entered the marriage state directly.

And at that time, the relationship between the two had broken down. Although they were the closest couple, they were almost silent all day long.

Afterwards, Xu was getting along day and night, or being close to each other day by day, he had gradually forgotten the cracks caused by those things, and wanted to have a good talk with her more than once, wanted to start again, and wanted to be a good husband and wife.

However, she talked about the three-year agreement from time to time, as if counting the days and eager to get rid of it.

He thought that Qianqian had no love for him anymore, so it was meaningless to force her to stay.

Later, when the three years were up, she took the initiative to propose a divorce, which made him more convinced that this woman had completely abandoned him and had had enough of him.

He also thought angrily, leave as soon as you leave, there is no one in this world who can't live without leaving.

But when the divorce procedure was actually gone through and she completely disappeared in his own world, he suddenly realized that it was useless to pretend to be generous. He regretted, was sad, painful, sad, and hated at the same time.

I hate her for looking at Jiao Didi's tenderness and amiability, but her heart is so cruel, she can let go of so many years of feelings, she can let go of her three-year marriage without delay.

When there is love and hate, start punishing yourself.

He obviously misses her deeply, but he refuses to go to her; he obviously only has her in his heart, but he acquiesces in arranging Yang Caiyue to be by his side.

It was not until more than half a year later that news of her death came.

He felt like the sky was falling.

Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, his thoughts inexplicably blank. Suddenly, he felt a splitting headache and couldn't help but raised his hand to tap his head.

But the pain became more and more intense, until he was a little dizzy in his head, and he had auditory hallucinations in his ears.

"Brother Ah Mo, I said it wasn't me, there is nothing you can do if you don't believe me..."

"I didn't expect that even you don't believe me..."

"Okay! You say yes! I pushed her into the sea, okay? She is so annoying, and she targets me every day. I hate her!"

"The three-year engagement has come, let's get a divorce..."

"Feng Moyan, your ex-wife is dead. This is the daughter she gave birth to you. If you still think about the relationship between husband and wife, raise the child well..."

"Father, where is my mother? Why do other children have a mommy, but I don't? I want a mommy too, so quickly change me into a mommy..."

A lot of voices filled his ears, like a TV with garbled codes constantly skipping channels, those words and pictures flooded towards him like a flood.

"Dad, Mom said to stay tonight...Dad, what's the matter with you, Dad? Mom, come quickly! Dad is sick! Wuwuwuwu, what's the matter with you, Dad?"

Xixi ran into the study, originally wanting to tell her father that her mother would stay with her to sleep tonight, but when she came in, she saw her father sitting in a wheelchair, slapping her head fiercely with both hands.

Xixi was terrified and immediately cried and shouted.

In the next second, Yang Qianyu rushed in through the door.

Seeing the man's appearance, she was also frightened. She quickly held his arm and called out worriedly: "Mo Yan... Mo Yan, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache? Don't do this, you will hurt yourself!"

The doctor said before that he was seriously injured when he fell from the building. Even if a miracle happened later and his life was saved, it would still leave many sequelae.

For example, headache, insomnia or other physical discomfort.

During this period, he also had several headache attacks, but they were all relieved by taking pills.

But today...

"Xixi, hurry up and ask Aunt Rong to get the medicine, the medicine that Dad took!"

"Hmm..." The little girl turned around and ran away.

Yang Qianyu looked at the man and saw his grim and painful face, so he hugged his head tightly in his arms and comforted him constantly: "It's okay, Xixi is going to get the medicine, it will be fine soon after taking the medicine."