Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"No...that's right, what you said is correct." In the past, Yang Qianyu must have fought back when he pointed his nose and scolded her like this, but now, she knew why this man was angry with her.

On the one hand, he really cared about himself, and was afraid of hurting himself because of him.

On the other hand, he has been under too much internal and external pressure these days, and his emotions are a little out of control.

Thinking of this, Yang Qianyu felt even more distressed, wishing that he would vent his anger so that he would feel more at ease.

She can't help anything else, and it's okay to be a punching bag right now, anyway, being scolded is harmless.

Feng Moyan was also surprised. Seeing that she was scolded for no reason, not only was she not angry, but she also followed his words in a good-tempered manner, and was immediately rendered speechless by him.

The two simply sat facing each other.

Seeing him staring at her, with sweat all over his face and a complex expression, the woman blinked her eyes, as if she hadn't been scolded enough, encouraged her: "Go on! I'm waiting for the training!"

When she said that, Feng Moyan immediately understood everything.

This woman did it on purpose, let him, followed him, let him vent.

He immediately regretted it, grabbed the woman and hugged her into his arms, buried his handsome face on her shoulder: "Qianqian, I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper with you."

"You don't need to apologize, I understand."

Feng Moyan feels guilty.

It is precisely because he knows that Qianqian understands everything, so he blames himself even more.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Qianyu patted him on the back and comforted him: "Haste makes waste, let's practice here today. It's so late, you don't sleep, the doctor has to rest, you accompany me Talk to me, okay?"

The man pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Then I'll help you up."

Yang Qianyu wanted to get up, but the man didn't let go of his arms, but hugged him even tighter.

She was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

I only heard a voice from my shoulder, "It's nothing, I want to hug again..." The words were full of childishness.

"..." She couldn't say anything, she could only let him hug her quietly.

After a while, he calmed down before letting go of the woman in his arms.

"Qianqian, you don't have to deliberately let me go just because you sympathize with me. I still hope that you will be as domineering as before. If you are wronged, even if you beat and scold me, treat me as a normal person." Feng Moyan looked at the gentleness in front of him. The bright woman said very sincerely.

Yang Qianyu also thought about it seriously, and nodded: "Okay! Next time you scold me for no reason, I won't be polite!"

The man pulled his lips, his smile was tired and weak: "There will be no next time, I dare not."

Seeing his smile, Yang Qianyu was in a good mood. Suddenly recalling something, her face sank, and she looked at him and asked, "What did you just say? I hope I'm like before... Domineering?"

Her complexion and tone gradually became dangerous, "So in your eyes, I am a shrew?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." Feng Moyan's expression also changed, racking his brains to think of how to make amends.

"what does that mean?"

"What I mean is... You used to be very individual, and you were tolerant in your eyes. If you were wronged, you would definitely return it. That's good. Then I won't be afraid of you being bullied outside."

Mr. Feng finally found an excuse, and it can be said that he is full of desire to survive.

Yang Qianyu snorted coldly, and said sourly: "Don't worry, I won't be wronged by others except you."

"So, I'm special?"

"Of course, you are the father of my child."

"Just like that?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Oh... still her ex-husband."

"..." Mr. Feng's face suddenly turned half black.

Yang Qianyu laughed and patted him, "Okay, get up! You go and change your clothes, I brought a snack over here, you must be hungry after training for so long, eat something!"

"it is good."

Yang Qianyu stood up first, but suddenly exclaimed.

Feng Moyan was taken aback, "What's wrong? Where did the fall hurt?"

She stared at the overturned snack box beside her, and said with a bitter face: "I was too anxious just now, I forgot to carry something in my hand, I must have fallen into a mess."

Feng Moyan smiled again, stretched out his hand to bring over the packaging bags, and opened them one by one: "Hmm... the noodles are spilled, and the dim sum is rotten, but it's still edible..."

As he said, he pinched a shrimp dumpling with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at her and asked, "Where did you pack it? It's quite delicious."

"Our company's annual meeting includes a restaurant."

"Here, try it." He picked up another one and fed it to the woman.

Yang Qianyu frowned in disgust, "You didn't even wash your hands, so it's dirty..." Even so, she happily opened her mouth to catch the shrimp dumplings.

Mr. Feng uttered a golden sentence: "If you don't clean it, you won't get sick if you eat it."

The two of them were not in a hurry to get up for a while, they just sat there, you took a bite of each other, and ate up the smashed supper.

"Look, nothing was wasted." Mr. Feng was quite proud of looking at the clean food boxes.

Yang Qianyu hiccupped after eating, stood up and dragged him: "Let's go, it's too late!"

Those three doctors had already sneaked away, and they were the only ones left in the huge rehabilitation treatment room.

With no one to help, they had to fend for themselves, and it took a lot of effort to get Feng Moyan up and transfer him to the wheelchair.

Yang Qianyu pushed the wheelchair, and the two left the rehabilitation department.

"Have you been in the hospital these days?"

"Well, the ward next to my mother is vacant, and it happens to be where I live."

Speaking of Xu Hong, Yang Qianyu thought of the scene she saw at the door of the ward just now, she was silent for a while, and asked, "Your mother...how is your condition? Has the operation time been confirmed yet?"

Mentioning this, Feng Moyan's handsome face, which had stretched a little earlier, became serious again.

"The plan given by the doctor is to focus on neoadjuvant treatment first. If the effect is good, surgery may not be required, but if the effect is not good, surgery is still required."

She asked: "Neoadjuvant therapy, which is commonly referred to as chemotherapy?"

Feng Moyan was a little surprised, "You know a lot."

Yang Qianyu uttered quietly: "Did you forget? My mother also died of breast cancer."

Feng Moyan turned around, his expression suddenly changed.

"Thousands..."

"You don't need to comfort me. It's been too many years, and the grief and sadness have been forgotten. I just feel sorry. At that time, I was too young to understand my mother's pain, and I couldn't accompany her properly."

Feng Moyan signaled her to stop the wheelchair, turned around, held her hand and said distressedly: "Auntie must hope that you don't understand anything, so that you will suffer less."

"Maybe……"

When the two returned to the ward, Feng Moyan wanted to see Xu Hong first, and then return to the ward where he was staying.

Although Yang Qianyu sympathized with Xu Hong, she was not willing to care about her and visit her.

Besides, Xu Hong might not want to see her either.

So outside the ward, she stopped, "It's getting late, you go in and be with your mother, I should go back too."

When Feng Moyan heard that she was leaving, he was very reluctant to let go.

"Can you wait for me for a while?" he asked almost humbly.

"busy?"

"Well, something happened."

"Okay then, I'll wait in your room."

"Ah."

Yang Qianyu entered Feng Moyan's room, and Feng Moyan entered Xu Hong's room.