Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"What are you still doing in a daze? Pull people away quickly!"

After Feng Moyan gave an order, Ah Quan and the others came to their senses and hurried forward.

Yang Qianyu was slapped a few times at first, but she didn't fight back, and she didn't make any excuses. She just wanted to let her vent, after all, her daughter died.

But Xu Hong's viciousness was not as if he wanted to slap her a few times to vent, but as if he wanted to beat her to death to avenge her daughter!

Whether it's bearable or unbearable, she gradually rose up to resist, but Xu Hong's hair was tightly clutched, and she couldn't break free.

Fortunately, Ah Quan came up with another bodyguard and forcibly pushed Xu Hong away.

Yang Qianyu was freed.

She didn't care about her messy appearance, or the dense pain on her head and face, and yelled sharply: "Don't you understand the matter until now? You are the one who killed her to get to this point! You are the ones!" Executioner!"

"She made mistakes again and again, and no one ever told her it was wrong! She never made her pay for her mistakes! That's why she risked her life to frame me today! Because she knows that you The degree of protecting her will definitely punish me according to her will! It was you who harmed her, and the person you should hate the most is yourselves!"

These words have been held in Yang Qianyu's mind for a long time.

It's just that she thought that she had separated herself from this family, and she didn't have to judge how they disciplined her daughter.

But I didn't expect that she would still be implicated now, making her whole body smelly.

Xu Hong was heartbroken, but when she heard Yang Qianyu's words, she became hysterical for a while, "What do you know! If that girl Xixi grew up by your side, and you watched her suffer from illnesses from birth, I wouldn't believe you You are willing to criticize her! Teach her! You are a femme fatale... My daughter is dead, dead, and you still want to slander her like this..."

Before the words were finished, Xu Hong was unable to utter a sound, and her body fell limply.

Ah Quan was terrified: "Old lady! Old lady!"

Feng Zhenting hugged his daughter, and saw his wife passed out, he couldn't take care of it for a while, the scene couldn't be more chaotic...

In the upstairs room.

Aunt Rong hugged the three children tightly. Although she didn't go downstairs or go out, she could still hear all the noisy and terrifying sounds downstairs.

Xixi wanted to cry in fear, but she kept comforting her.

When Xiaoyu heard the voice of grandma downstairs, it was aimed at her mother again, she was so anxious to rush out, but was quickly pulled back by Aunt Rong: "Master Xiaoyu, be obedient, your mother told you not to go out, you must not go out, be obedient ah……"

Aunt Rong knew that Feng Shiwen was dead, so she died downstairs.

This scene must not be seen by children.

Her heart trembled violently, her eyes were already blurred by tears, and she coaxed the three babies with choked up words, wrapping her arms around them tightly, not letting them go out.

The children cried together, both afraid of fear and worrying about their mother...

Hearing the children's cries, Feng Moyan subconsciously raised his head to look upstairs, only then did he remember that the children were here.

The scene in front of them is obviously not suitable for them to see.

Therefore, although his heart was broken into thousands of pieces, he still had to calm down as soon as possible and regain his sanity.

"Ah Quan...send someone to take the old lady home to rest, and invite the family doctor to watch over her, and then you can contact the funeral home to prepare for the funeral..."

After he finished explaining, he found Yang Qianyu who was standing aside with a very low sense of presence, and explained gently: "Qianqian, wait a moment... you take the children and leave here, go to a hotel, or... go to Fisher Stay there for a few days."

He thought, if Shiwen died in this house, there would definitely be a shadow in her heart.

The best way is to leave here as soon as possible to avoid recalling memories.

Yang Qianyu nodded in a daze, and responded, but her throat was sore and tight, and the voice was swallowed again.

Xu Hong who fainted was carried into the car and sent back to the Feng family's old house.

Feng Moyan originally wanted his father to go back to accompany his mother, but it can be seen that he had been sitting on the ground hugging his sister, opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

While waiting for the funeral home staff to come, the atmosphere in the living room was extremely depressing, and only occasionally the cries of the children upstairs were heard.

Feng Moyan wanted to go up to see them, but when he thought of the blood all over his body, he dismissed the idea, and then told Yang Qianyu: "Qianqian...you go upstairs and stay with the children. After we leave, you also Take the kids and leave."

Yang Qianyu sat on the sofa, raised her eyes, her eyes were dimmed, and looked at him.

That haggard look made Feng Moyan's heart ache again.

Being with him really wronged her.

Feng Moyan gave Miss Zhou a wink, and the latter understood, and immediately stepped forward to hold the woman's arm, and persuaded in a low voice: "Miss Ruan, let's go up, the children need you."

Yang Qianyu took a breath slowly, her eyes fell on Feng Moyan quietly, the two looked at each other, and she turned and went upstairs.

Apart from the bodyguards, only the father and son were left in the living room, as well as Feng Shiwen's body.

Feng Moyan was stunned, and sat back in the wheelchair with the support of the bodyguards, then looked at his father and said, "Dad, what happened today... has nothing to do with Qianqian. I talked to Shiwen on the phone this morning, and she said she wanted to talk to Qianqian." Meet the children, I said then find a time to go to the Royal Garden..."

"I didn't expect that she misled me on purpose. I guess at that time, she made a decision to come to Qianqian today. The first time Qianqian saw her, she called me. I know everything about it, please don’t blame the innocent.”

Feng Zhenting originally held his daughter's body as if petrified, but when he heard his son's words, he turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was gloomy and grim: "At this moment, you don't feel the grief of losing your sister, but you still want to Guarding that woman?!"

Feng Moyan's face was solemn, and he said word by word: "These are two different things. As a brother, my sister is gone, and I am deeply saddened; but my sister wants to take revenge on Qianqian like this before she leaves, and I cannot understand and forgive her."

"Bastard!" Feng Zhenting roared angrily, "What do you mean? Could it be that your sister is dead, and you still want to flog the corpse?!"

"That's not what I meant. There is no need to argue about my sister's faults. But we living people should not continue to make mistakes."

"You—" Feng Zhenting gritted his teeth angrily, but before he could curse out, Ah Quan suddenly interrupted, "That...the funeral home's car is here!"

Feng Zhenting sat up and took a deep breath, "Let them in, let's go there together."

"Yes."

The staff of the funeral home came in, issued a certificate according to the procedure, and collected the remains.

Feng Zhenting followed his daughter's body into the funeral home's car, followed by Feng Moyan. Before leaving, he looked up upstairs, then took out his phone and called Fisher.

He must have run out of skills these days, and he has no time to take care of Qianqian and the children.

Let Fisher stay with her, play it safe.

Then 120 finally arrived in the evening rush hour. After some inspection, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Yang Qianyu said to Fei Xue: "She can really use one trick twice, but this time, she really risked her life."

"She doesn't have a good life for a few days. Maybe she can blame you in order to alleviate the pain - she can kill two birds with one stone, and she may be proud of it."

Yang Qianyu sighed quietly, "Maybe..."