Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Due to chemotherapy, Xu Hong suffered from many physical discomforts, often nausea, loss of appetite, fatigue, insomnia and irritability.

The doctor said that her adverse reactions to chemotherapy were more serious than most patients, which may be due to physical reasons, or it may be that she had just lost her daughter, and she was too sad psychologically, which led to strong physical discomfort.

Feng Moyan entered the ward, saw his mother was awake, and asked instinctively: "Mom, are you feeling unwell again?"

There was a nurse guarding the ward, and upon hearing what he said, he immediately took the trash can and moved closer, fearing that Xu Hong would vomit again.

Xu Hong waved her hand, looked at her son, and asked, "Is Yang Qianyu here?"

Feng Moyan raised his eyes and looked at his mother, not knowing how to answer.

"You don't have to hide it from me, she was talking to the nurse in the corridor just now, I heard..."

Feng Moyan avoided this topic, "It's getting late, get some rest. I'm tired all day, and I'm going to bed."

After speaking, he turned the wheelchair to go out.

Xu Hong's voice came slowly from behind: "She must be very proud now...Shiwen passed away, and I also got a terminal illness, soon...no one can stop you anymore, she finally won, and she can be fair and honest married into the Feng family."

Feng Moyan was sitting on the wheelchair, holding on to the armrests with both hands and couldn't help but clenched tightly.

He wanted to explain, and then said something nice for Qianqian, telling his mother that she never thought of it like this, but he still held back his words.

These days, the doctor has repeatedly told her that the patient's emotional stability has a great influence on the effect of chemotherapy, so try not to make her angry, angry or overjoyed.

So he turned back to the wheelchair, still avoiding the serious and light: "Mom, you are just sick, not terminally ill. The doctor said that as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there is still a good chance of recovery. Don't think about it anymore."

Xu Hong's heart was ashamed, "There is no need to comfort me. If you die, there is nothing to be afraid of. I will accompany Wenwen, so she will not be alone."

His tone was sharp, "What about me? I'm your son, so you don't miss me at all?"

Xu Hong looked at him, and actually smiled, "Isn't someone caring about you? Still caring about me, an unpleasant mother?"

Feng Moyan was sullen and couldn't argue with her, so he could only say, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest."

After the words fell, no matter what the mother's reaction was, she turned and left.

After leaving the ward, he was still feeling uneasy, so he deliberately stayed in the corridor, hoping to wait for his face and mood to stabilize before returning to his room to face Qianqian.

But he stayed still, but the door of the ward was quietly opened.

Yang Qianyu stood at the door, he raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two happened to meet.

In just a moment, each other's hearts understood.

Yang Qianyu stepped forward to help him push the wheelchair, and explained: "I heard the door next door open, but I didn't see you coming in, so I came out to take a look..."

Unexpectedly, I saw his drooping eyebrows and tired appearance.

She knew it in her heart, and asked softly, "Did your mother reprimand you again?"

He was silent.

The woman continued to ask: "Or because of me?"

Feng Moyan adjusted his mood as soon as possible, and when the wheelchair stopped, he turned around and took her hand, "Don't mention my mother, it's almost Chinese New Year, what are your plans?"

Yang Qianyu took two steps back, sat down on the sofa, and Feng Moyan came to her again.

"Your mother's existence cannot be ignored. It's not that you avoid talking about it, and these problems can be solved." Yang Qianyu didn't want to mention Xu Hong either, but she didn't want to see Feng Moyan in such a difficult situation, depressed every day. If you are widowed, you still have to force a smile in front of her.

Since the two decided to go on together, they should face difficulties and setbacks together and find ways to deal with them together.

Feng Moyan said lightly: "She was originally strong and paranoid, but now that Shiwen passed away and she suffered from cancer, she became more and more desperate and couldn't communicate at all. My dad came over these few days, and the two of them also had constant conflicts. He was angry. They simply didn't come."

People who have never taken care of terminally ill patients will never experience this heavy, exhausting and helpless feeling.

Even though she knew that the patient's emotions could not be controlled by herself, when she worked hard to accompany her, she still got yelling, scolding and accusations from the other party - no one can be without complaints.

But no matter how much he resents and hates, he can't escape, after all, that's his mother, and as a son, this is what he should bear.

Yang Qianyu listened to his words, thought for a while and said, "Maybe...we can take a step back."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother's dissatisfaction with you is simply because you are with me. By now, it has become her obsession to separate us. Why don't you let her be so seriously ill?"

Feng Moyan's expression changed suddenly, "What do you mean? Are you leaving me again?"

Yang Qianyu quickly grabbed his hand, "Don't worry, listen to me first. I mean, it's expedient, you go along with her and coax her to heal her illness. In front of her, you Don't mention me, if she says something wrong with me, don't speak up to defend me, if she forces you to break up with me, just say that you have broken up with me - anyway, just don't make her angry, so you will feel better. "

"No!" Feng Moyan refused without hesitation, staring at her suspiciously, "Do you have any other plans in mind? Has someone appeared by your side recently?"

"..." Yang Qian turned his head to calm down, wishing he could slap him, "If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I really broke up with you?"

"How dare you!" The man grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, clamped her chin with one hand, and the two looked at each other fixedly, "Is there really no one else?"

She didn't answer, but leaned forward and kissed him actively.

Feng Moyan was shocked, he hesitated for less than a second, then hugged her tightly with both hands, deepening the kiss.

Yang Qianyu was not hypocritical, she was sitting on the sofa far away, her upper body was very uncomfortable, so she simply took the initiative again - got up while kissing, straddled his lap, and hugged him completely.

The wheelchair is of good quality and can fully bear the weight of two people.

She sat in the man's arms, her figure was a little higher, she held his face in her hands, her gentle eyes downcast, so fascinated Feng Moyan that his whole heart was in turmoil.

He raised his head, tossed and turned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "won't you go at night...I miss you so much..."

She didn't refuse, but said: "When the children wake up tomorrow morning, they will criticize me if they find that their mother is not home at night."

"No...they are so smart, they must know that mom is with dad..."

"But in the hospital, it's so embarrassing."

"Don't worry, no one dares to gossip."

"Then the suggestion I just said, do you agree?"

The man's kiss stopped suddenly, and the two looked at each other again.

She held the man's face, hung it above his handsome face, and continued to lobby: "We will have a long life, not to mention that we are only pretending to be acting, and we are not really separated. If you are free...you can find me secretly."

She deliberately raised her eyebrows, and her smirk was extraordinarily playful.