Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu smiled, "Just raise it! Don't worry, the nanny driver can still be hired, and you won't be responsible for everything alone."

Thinking of the jokes they had made during their chat, Qian Yu once said "stingyly" that being a full-time father, it is impossible to enjoy this much, and why do you want to hire a nanny, cook, or servant?nonexistent.

Now, she has grown up rich, quite like a female boss.

Feng Moyan obviously also thought about that conversation, and finally showed the only smile in the past few days, and then said softly, "I miss you... let's have dinner together tonight."

Yang Qianyu's heart trembled, and she immediately said: "Okay! Either you come to the hotel directly, and you can play with the little guys. They haven't seen you for a few days, and they keep nagging."

She thought, since both of them are "hot spots" now, eating outside is a must and must attract attention, so it's better to just eat casually in the hotel room.

It is the happiest and most beautiful thing for a family to be together neatly, and what to eat is secondary.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu hurriedly got rid of the important work at hand and went to pick up the children from the kindergarten in person.

When they heard that their father would come back at night, the three little ones screamed excitedly.

"I thought Dad had forgotten about us! Hmph, I decided to ignore him at night." Xixi said with a pout.

Yang Qianyu was driving the car, and when she heard this, she glanced at the rearview mirror, smiled slightly, and interceded for someone: "Dad didn't mean not to come to see you, but he was too busy, Xixi wanted to do something Sensible baby, I saw my father at night, give him a good hug and kiss him, huh?"

Xixi pursed her lips, and said in the tone of a little adult, "Okay... who told me that I am a kind and lovely little angel."

Xiao Zhou said surprisingly: "I guess Dad wants Mom to hug him and kiss him better—sister, you'd better save yourself."

"Xiao Zhou!" Yang Qianyu yelled out in shock, and looked at the rearview mirror again, seeing the innocent stare of his youngest son, as if to say: I am just telling the truth...

"That..." She held back her embarrassment and pretended to be majestic, "Dad misses you, so let's take a look at Mom by the way, don't talk nonsense."

"Mom, don't treat us like idiots." Even Xiaoyu ruthlessly exposed it.

Yang Qianyu: "..."

However, after Xiaoyu finished telling the truth, he suddenly sighed: "It's true, both of you, either Mom is too busy to see anyone, or Dad is too busy to play and disappear - when will our family be able to see each other every day? together every day?"

The emotion of his son was also the pain in Yang Qianyu's heart.

There are too many obstacles between her and Feng Moyan, and she really doesn't know when they will be able to be together openly, like every ordinary family.

Back at the hotel, Yang Qianyu called the hotel manager.

After some negotiation, she successfully borrowed the hotel kitchen.

Thinking of Feng Moyan's current situation, she couldn't afford to share it, so she could only cook for him and express her feelings.

When Feng Moyan came over, Yang Qianyu had just prepared the last soup.

Looking at the home-cooked dishes on the table, the man understood at a glance, and asked in surprise: "Did you cook these yourself?"

"Yeah." She smiled and urged, "Go wash your hands and prepare to eat."

When the children saw their father coming, they jumped up happily.

Xixi crawled into Dad's arms, hooked his neck and kissed him on the face, and said crisply: "Dad, do you like me kissing you, or do you like mom kissing you?"

Feng Moyan's eyes were still fixed on the woman at the dining table, his heart was already full of thoughts, and he just wanted to say a few more words to her.

Accidentally interrupted by the little girl, I haven't recovered yet.

"Dad, Dad!" Xixi held his face with both hands, turned his slightly tilted head back, and raised his voice, "I'm talking to you! Did you listen?"

The man smiled immediately, perfunctory: "Oh, Dad, listen up, does baby Xixi miss Dad?"

Xixi sighed and pursed her mouth——hey!Sure enough, he didn't listen to her.

Xiao Zhou smiled at the side, "Sister, you don't need to answer that question. Dad must prefer mom to kiss him. You can see that his eyes are only on mom."

When Yang Qianyu asked that sentence from her daughter, her cheeks flushed instantly.

Why did this little girl suddenly understand so much?Talking more and more... shameless.

And when the youngest son said this, she blushed to the base of her neck, and had no choice but to show the majesty of the parents: "What are you doing, wash your hands, and get ready to eat!"

The two brothers laughed and pushed the wheelchair behind them: "Sister, you sit on Dad's lap, and we will push you."

"Oh! Slow down! I'm going to fly!" Xixi cried.

In the next second, her father embraced her with his firm and strong arms, and at the same time kissed the little girl's face, "Don't worry, my father is here."

Yang Qianyu looked at the warm and joyful scene in front of her, and her heart, which had been tense for several days, was finally relieved for a moment.

Just as dinner was about to be served, Fisher came back.

Seeing the liveliness and peace in the room, she teased, "I mean, I heard you laughing and joking in the corridor, so it turns out that the head of the family is here."

Yang Qianyu said: "Fei Fei, let's eat and try my handicraft."

"You made it?" Fisher asked in surprise, looking at a table of delicacies.

"Well, sit down."

Fisher wanted to sit down, but before she got close to the dining table, she came into contact with someone's repulsive eyes, smiled immediately, and waved her hands again and again: "Forget it, I'm still not a light bulb, just as my mother told me today Go back to eat later."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked to the door.

"Hey, Fei Fei! You—" Yang Qianyu didn't stop shouting, and when she looked back, her eyes fell on someone's face, her expression turned violent, "Are you pissing her off again?"

Mr. Feng spread his hands, "Did you hear me just now?"

"..." Yang Qianyu had nothing to say, so she had to go back to the dining table, "Forget it, let's eat, the food will get cold later."

Feng Moyan has been running around a few times these days, and he didn't have a serious meal. It was rare for his beloved woman to wash his hands and make soup for him. The delicious home-cooked food whetted his appetite, and he finally had a full meal.

A family of five ate five dishes and one soup cleanly, as if the dishes had been washed.

After calling the room service to clean up, Yang Qianyu took the children to wash up and let them go to bed early.

Aunt Rong had found an excuse to go out for a stroll, but now she reckoned that they were having dinner before coming back.

"Ma'am, let me come. You go talk to Mr. for a while." Aunt Rong was winking, and entered the bathroom to take over Yang Qianyu's job.

She was not polite, she dried her hands and went out, and saw the man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she didn't know if he was admiring the night view or in a daze.

She walked over and sat down on the chaise longue beside him.

The man turned his head to look at her, his cold and locked handsome face softened immediately, he reached out his hand naturally, took her hand and held it in his palm.

"Thank you for your hard work today, dinner is delicious."

She smiled slightly, "Why am I working so hard. There are too many things these days, and I haven't cooked for a long time. I made it because the children wanted to miss the smell of their mother, and I didn't cook it specially for you."

She didn't want him to have a psychological burden, even a little bit, so she deliberately duplicity.

And why did Feng Moyan not understand?

Although the obstacles between them are unprecedentedly serious, he can feel that the two hearts are closer than ever.

However, since she said so, Mr. Feng naturally had to follow the words, so he sighed: "It turns out that I was only in favor of the children."

"You just know."

The two smiled, and he pulled the woman on the chaise longue closer to him, then raised his arms to hug her in his arms.

Yang Qianyu was very docile, found a comfortable position in his shoulder socket, and leaned against him.

Time seemed to stop suddenly, and the two embraced each other quietly, looking at the night outside the window, really wanting to stay like this forever.

"Your sister's memorial service will be tomorrow morning, right?" Yang Qianyu asked softly after a long time.

Feng Moyan rested his chin on her head and leaned against her head. The reassuring breath of her body lingered in his nose. He almost fell asleep. When he heard her speak, he cheered up again and replied, "Yes. Why? Already? Are you still planning to go there?"

She said quietly: "Because of emotion and reason, I should go. I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."

"Don't go, you don't have to care about the world's eyes, I know the truth of all this is enough."

It turned out that Feng Moyan really understood her, and knew why she said "you should go because of emotion and reason".

Yang Qianyu raised her head from his embrace, "You must have pissed off your mother by turning towards me like this?"

The man pulled his lips lightly, with a rather helpless expression on his face, "They have been hit hard by Shiwen's death, and their behavior has become even more extreme, and I can't help it."

"I heard from Young Master Gong that your mother is sick? It seems serious?"

"Well, I'm still waiting for the results of the reexamination, it might be a little troublesome." Feng Moyan didn't want her to think about these things too much, so after answering this, he immediately changed the subject, "Don't talk about this, just tell me, what are you doing today? Go to the ancient town—is everything done?"

Speaking of this, Yang Qianyu changed his expression, a little indignant, "That mistress Yang Guohua, with her child and mother, is still living in a courtyard, and she talked to me like a lion."

The man frowned, "Do you need me to find someone to deal with it?"

"No, I have a way to deal with her." He was at his wits end in all matters, so he didn't need to worry about her little troubles.

Feng Moyan knew what she was thinking, "Qianqian, you have to learn to rely on me, and even order me with confidence, I am willing to serve you."

The woman smiled, her eyebrows brightened for a moment, "Don't worry, I won't be polite when I need you! I can indeed handle this matter, so don't underestimate me."

Seeing her speaking in a high-spirited manner, Feng Moyan had no choice but to obey her, "That's fine, if you're not sure about it, tell me anytime."

"Ah."

Seeing that his sleepy eyes could not be opened, Yang Qianyu said distressedly: "You should go to bed and sleep for a while, seeing that your dark circles are better than pandas, and you have lost weight again..."

"Well, I'm very tired, but I have to go later, I'm too lazy to bother, so let me hug you and sleep for a while." After he finished speaking childishly, he hugged the woman closer, tilted his head Leaning on her head.

It was dark at night, and the tempered glass had almost the same effect as a mirror.

Yang Qianyu remained motionless, watching the scene of the two embracing each other from the glass, watching him close his eyes and soon fall asleep, a slight pain crossed his heart.