Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

pick him up? !

Yang Qianyu was startled, and immediately understood, she almost jumped up from the sofa and rushed out immediately.

Sure enough, when he opened the door, he saw a car coming from the courtyard.

She didn't care about her thin clothes, and ran out happily, "It's already midnight, why are you still here!"

Feng Moyan was unable to move, so he waited for the driver to get out of the car and come to help him, so he sat in the car and looked at the woman Yingying, with a sweet smile on his lips: "Come and countdown to the New Year with you!"

Overjoyed, she gave the man a shy look, and helped him out of the car with the driver.

"Go back, I'll pick you up after I call you tomorrow." Feng Moyan sat down in the wheelchair, turned to the driver and said.

The driver responded, handed him a black bag, turned around, got in the car and left.

Yang Qianyu looked at the extremely down-to-earth black plastic bag and asked curiously, "What is this?"

The man handed it to her, "Open it and have a look."

Yang Qianyu was going to push him into the house, but she stopped when she heard the words, took the bag and opened it curiously, she was startled, and asked amusedly, "Where did you buy these? You didn't send them earlier!"

In that black plastic bag, there are all kinds of fireworks!

"What? You want to play here earlier? I can play with you now." The smile on the corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows was ready to come out.

Yang Qianyu glanced at him, "How can I be so childish! Of course it's for the children to play with! You don't even know it. You walked around the community at night and saw other people playing. You are very envious."

"Hmm...it's my fault that I didn't think of it before. On the way here just now, I saw someone secretly selling it on the side of the road, so I asked the driver to go down and buy it."

Yang Qianyu laughed, "No wonder it was packed in a black plastic bag, it turned out to be an underground transaction."

I have to say, Mr. Feng's attire is either rich or expensive, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and handsome, carrying such a down-to-earth plastic bag, the picture is really... funny.

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Feng Moyan frowned, "Okay, let's go inside quickly, you don't wear a coat when you come out, what should you do if you're freezing?"

When he said this, Yang Qianyu felt shivering, and hurriedly pushed him into the room.

"The children are asleep?"

"What time is it, of course I'm asleep."

Well, sleep well...

Only after sleeping can they enjoy the world of two.

The living room was quiet, except for the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala on the LCD screen.

"Are you at the party?"

"Hmm... I was troubled by them all day, my head was buzzing, I finally had some time to myself, swiped my phone, watched TV, and couldn't bear to sleep."

Mr. Feng looked back at her, the smile in his eyes was like chocolate brushing, "Aren't you waiting for me?"

"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, even though she had some fantasy in her heart, she would not admit it, "You think of yourself as a clay sculpture Bodhisattva in the temple, no wonder you put gold on your body."

"Heh!" Mr. Feng also sneered like her, and mercilessly exposed it, "I think you're just saying what you mean."

"..." Qianqian didn't bother to pay attention to him, and sat down on the sofa, continuing to watch TV.

Feng Moyan looked at her sideways, "Yo, are you angry now?"

"I'm watching TV, don't bother me."

"Is TV as good as me?"

"This host is a national face, not as good-looking as you?"

Mr. Feng turned his head to look at the LCD screen, smiled meaningfully, moved the wheelchair closer, faced her, and sat in front of her.

The woman watched the performance at the party, and the man looked at the woman's face, his eyes were haunted, as if he wanted to put him in his heart.

After another program ended, the hosts came on stage together, ready to wait for the arrival of the New Year.

Yang Qianyu glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and silently recited along with the hosts——

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

With the last five seconds left, Feng Moyan suddenly reached out to her, so fast that she had no time to resist.

"Ah—" She only had time to whisper before she was pulled into his arms.

When "one" was counted on the TV, the man's hot and fragrant breath just fell, and he kissed her lips firmly.

"Qianqian, Happy New Year." He closed his eyes intoxicated, and kissed her while sending New Year blessings on her lips.

Yang Qianyu's posture was a little distorted, but it was only for a moment, and she was very passionately catering to his kiss, and sat down in his arms.

Putting her hands around his neck, the woman with her delicate and beautiful face slightly drooping, her slender eyelashes trembling with excitement, was tossing and turning with him.

The singing and dancing on the TV became more lively, and the two kissed breathlessly. After a while, they slowly separated...

Yang Qianyu's face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes were about to drip. She stared at him for a while, couldn't help but pursed her lips, and said, "Happy New Year..."

The next second, he was kissed by the man again.

There's no way, it's her lip pursed and shy appearance, her beauty is delicious, no one can control her.

However, this inseparable affair finally ended with Mr. Feng's disgusting stomach growling.

Yang Qianyu was startled, separated from him, and frowned puzzledly: "What voice?"

Mr. Feng looked embarrassed.

The cooing sound came again.

Yang Qianyu looked down at his abdomen, "Is your stomach growling?"

"Hmm... probably—" He was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the ground.

The woman laughed unkindly, "This is too exaggerated, what did you eat at night? You are so hungry!"

"Didn't eat." He sternly said two words.

Although the table was full of fish and meat, he really had no appetite.

For one thing, he doesn't like the people who eat at the same table.

Secondly, he was disgusted by the topics discussed at the dinner table.

And three, he was thinking about the dumplings made by someone himself...

Yang Qianyu didn't know if he really didn't eat, but considering the atmosphere of the Feng family's New Year's Eve dinner every year, it's normal for him not to eat enough.

"Okay, you're lucky, there are still wrapped dumplings frozen in the refrigerator, I'll cook you a bowl." She patted the man on the shoulder, got up from his arms, and walked to the kitchen.

A smile appeared on Mr. Feng's cold face immediately, "How do you know that I want to eat dumplings? Did you keep them on purpose?"

"Hmph, gold again!"

They pack a lot at night, and they want to save some for breakfast tomorrow.

However, she had a little fantasy in her heart, and she naturally thought that if someone really came over at night, she would let him try her handicraft.

Cook the dumplings and fill a bowl full.

Yang Qianyu handed him the chopsticks: "Eat it, be careful not to burn it."

"What about you? Don't eat any more?" He took the chopsticks and looked at the woman to invite.

"No..." Qianqian quickly shook her head, swallowed, and said, "Tonight, we all had enough to eat, and I'm still full now."

The man smiled and didn't force her, he just lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

Seeing his wolfish posture, Qianqian couldn't laugh or cry, "Slow down, no one will grab you."

Mr. Feng was clearly devouring his food, but he was picky, "This is all split, this one is torn, this one has no stuffing... what did you wrap?"