Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"That's not what I mean. I just think that living here has wronged you."

This townhouse was paid for by others.

He didn't like it, and he never thought about moving in.

Yuyuan is his favorite place. He hired someone to design and build everything outside the house. After having Xixi, he asked someone to build a small amusement park in the backyard.

The two of them used to live together, and it was a little more spacious and deserted.

Now that there are three more little guys, it's just right for the bustle and bustle.

"Why are you wronged? I'm not that hypocritical. I feel wronged even if I live in a villa. That person lives in an apartment building. Can those who live in a village in the city survive?" Yang Qianyu said lightly, pushed him to the restaurant, and ordered Aunt Rong twisted a hot towel and came over to wipe his hands.

Between the lines, it is like a hostess.

Feng Moyan looked at her, the corners of his eyes and brows were tender, "It's good that you don't dislike it. However, there is no reason for our family to separate. When all the dust settles, we will go to get down to business, and then we will have a good time." How about holding a wedding in a bare space, and I will bring a motorcade here to greet you, and welcome you to the royal garden openly, how about it?"

Yang Qianyu frowned slightly, and looked at him: "Are you confused?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister passed away. It stands to reason that your family can't hold weddings for three years, and enjoy the scenery! You want to get me scolded again?"

Feng Moyan looked surprised, first looked at her, then turned to look at Aunt Rong, "Is there such a saying?"

Aunt Rong explained: "When someone dies in the family, it is reasonable to observe filial piety. It is indeed not appropriate to hold a wedding. But our Jiangcheng custom is to hold the wedding within a hundred days after the death of a loved one, or...you have to wait for three years."

"Within a hundred days..." Feng Moyan was secretly happy, looking at the woman, he hurriedly said, "It's fine within a hundred days! We will..."

Yang Qianyu glanced at him again, "Where's your mother? Don't tell me you want to hold a wedding with great fanfare without even showing up for your parents?"

Speaking of this...

Feng Moyan recalled the accusation he made to his parents in the ward that day, and his expression quickly calmed down, "They are really terribly stubborn. If I have to wait until they agree, I'm afraid I won't have to get married in my life."

The topic suddenly became serious.

Yang Qianyu changed the topic: "Okay, let's eat, let's not talk about this."

The family reunion time is always lively and full of laughter.

The three children have extroverted personalities. In the past, the eldest was more restrained and stable. Now, perhaps because he has found his father, he subconsciously feels that this family is supported by his father. He can no longer be a little adult, so his temper is much more lively.

From the time of dinner until after nine o'clock, the big and small ones never stopped.

Later, Aunt Rong winked and pulled the children to whisper in their ears, and the little ones immediately yawned and said in a low voice: "Dad, we are sleepy and going to bed, you go and play with mom! "

Feng Moyan patted his youngest son's head, still pretending to be reserved: "It's okay, Dad can stay with you again and tell you a bedtime story, okay?"

"Forget it...we are already mature and sensible children, so don't bother mom and dad to play kisses."

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing their father's old face blushing, the children laughed and ran away.

After eating, Yang Qianyu was busy packing up the big purchases during the day. As soon as she returned to the living room, she heard the children say "don't bother mom and dad to play with each other", and she blushed for a while.

After the little guys ran away, she walked towards the man, and said shyly, "I don't know who I learned from, I've started to be unreasonable at such a young age."

Feng Moyan looked calm, staring at her with burning eyes, "Why is this not serious? You will think about your parents, what a good child."

"..." Yang Qianyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and sighed inwardly, "It's getting late, should I ask the driver to pick you up, or Ah Quan to take you back?"

The man Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Did I say I was leaving today?"

"Aren't you leaving?" She secretly rejoiced in her heart, but she didn't reveal anything on her face.

"The children have created opportunities for us so consciously. If I leave, wouldn't it be a waste of their kindness?"

"..." Can this person speak properly!

Of course it's fine if you don't leave, but...there is no elevator in this villa, how can he go upstairs like this?

Thinking of this, Yang Qianyu was embarrassed again.

"But if you don't go... I guess I'm really going to sleep on the sofa tonight."

Mr. Feng looked around, and when he understood, his face was slightly startled, "There is no elevator here?"

"You don't even know about your own property?"

"..." Mr. Feng was speechless this time - he even said that he had never been here.

What should I do?

He stayed here just to sleep with Qianqian in his arms. Now that he can't go upstairs, how can he hold Qianqian?

But the sofa is so wide, and Qianqian is so thin...

Yang Qianyu saw that his gaze fell on the sofa, and there was an evil light between his brows and eyes, so he immediately understood, and said first: "Don't let me squeeze the sofa with you! You don't want face, I want face!"

Mom and Dad hug each other and sleep on the sofa in the living room. What do the children think when they see it?

What do Aunt Rong and Ah Quan think?

Mr. Feng lobbied: "Everyone won't care."

"I care! And it's uncomfortable to sleep together!"

"Okay... so what should I do? It's so late, you have the heart to drive me away?" Mr. Feng began to pretend to be pitiful again.

Yang Qianyu sighed, rubbed her chin, looked around, but didn't know what to do.

In fact, there are rooms on the first floor, but there is no bed, and there are sundries piled inside.

You can't buy a bed now, can you?

Feng Moyan sat in a wheelchair and figured out a solution by himself.

Sure enough, he also quickly found a room on the first floor.

"It's okay to tidy up here and make a floor shop?"

"Floor shop?" Yang Qianyu's eyes widened in surprise, she stepped forward and glanced at the room, then glanced back at Mr. Feng, "It's scary to say these three words from your mouth—you are serious ?”

The majestic young master of a wealthy family lived a noble and luxurious life since he was a child, but now he is "down and down" to the floor.

Feng Moyan knew what she meant, so he didn't take it seriously, "I can sleep with you, not to mention the floor, I'd love to have a kennel."

"..." Yang Qianyu endured the numbness, and gave him a blank look, "You go to sleep in the kennel, I won't go."

However, his proposal is not impossible.

I just bought a lot of cardboard boxes today, unpacked them and spread them underneath, and then "stealed" the spliced ​​floor mats from the children's room, and put a layer of bedding on top...

Having made up her mind, Yang Qianyu immediately took action.

She was busy, going in and out, and Mr. Feng was sitting in a wheelchair, unable to help and direct him.

When it comes to stealing rugs from the kids' rooms, it's like being a thief.

The woman was so busy that her waist was sore and her back ached. She stood up and brushed her hair. Seeing that he was still gesticulating, saying that this place was crooked and there was a slant, and that it would be comfortable to make a thicker bed, she cast a cold eye angrily, "Shut up! You can do the shop!"