Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"..." Yang Qianyu's face darkened, and she reached out to drag the bowl away.

A certain person immediately protected him and apologized: "Okay, I won't say anymore! This is delicious, and the wrapping looks good. Is this from your hand? I know, those horrible things are wrapped by little guys."

Yang Qianyu looked at his flattering face, and then pushed the bowl back, "Eating can't stop your mouth!"

Feng Moyan smiled, glanced at her, and immediately grabbed a dumpling and fed it to her.

The woman turned her face away: "I told you I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"Do you want me to feed it in a different way?" He was holding the dumpling and refused to put it down, his eyes were evil, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more maliciously.

Yang Qianyu's eyes widened in shock, staring at him in disbelief.

This guy!

Has he exposed his rogue nature again?

The two looked at each other, and the smile on his face became more presumptuous, as if to say: I am not joking, you can try it.

The woman pursed her lips, wanting to argue with him to the end, but was afraid that he would feed it with his mouth later, so after weighing the two, she leaned forward unconvinced and took a bite of the dumpling.

"I shouldn't have given it to you!"

Feng Moyan sighed, and said with regret: "You are so afraid that I will feed you with my mouth..."

He still wants to try it.

Yang Qianyu didn't bother to talk to him, so she just got up and went into the kitchen to clean up.

After eating the dumplings, it was already past half an hour in the morning.

Feng Moyan didn't intend to leave at night.

Anyway, I bought all the beds, so if I don’t sleep, I don’t sleep for nothing.

However, he is not willing to sleep at this moment, there are still some things to do.

Yang Qianyu came out of the kitchen and looked at him before he could speak, but the man had already reached out to her.

"what?"

She stepped forward, and her plain hand was gently held by the man's big palm, and a gentle smile returned to her handsome face, "Put on your coat and scarf, and let's go out to play."

"Going out to play? In the middle of the night, you—"

"Do you hear how lively it is outside? Everyone is awake."

"But your body..."

"I'm fine, hurry up."

Yang Qianyu frowned, still hesitated, he pushed the woman again, "Hurry up, by the way, bring the fireworks."

To set off fireworks? !

Seeing his childish eagerness to try, Yang Qianyu didn't want to spoil his interest, so she could only wear a padded jacket and a scarf.

"It's cold outside, you can put on another blanket." When she came back, she put another blanket on his lap.

The two lifted the fireworks and slipped out the door like playful children.

"If Xiaoyu and the others find out that mom and dad secretly set off fireworks in the middle of the night, they will definitely be angry if they don't take them with them." Yang Qianyu said with a smile.

"It's okay, leave some for them."

It is a custom in Jiangcheng that after the New Year's bell rings in the early morning, firecrackers are set off to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

So despite the ban, the sound of firecrackers is everywhere at the moment, and the fireworks on both sides of the river are one after another, colorful and dazzling, illuminating the night sky.

By the artificial lake, there are still many young people setting off fireworks and taking pictures.

Yang Qianyu was carrying a black plastic bag and looked down, "What did you buy? It's for children, right? Is there a lighter? Otherwise, how do you put it away?"

"Yes, there are all of them, you pour them out and look for them."

She didn't pour it out, and knelt down to choose some dangerous ones, planning to release them tonight, so as not to leave them unsafe for the children tomorrow.

But she has never played with so many styles.

"Feng Moyan, what's the point? I'm a little scared..."

She was holding those fireworks of different shapes, seeing that the fuses were at most two centimeters long, and she was at a loss as to where to start.

Feng Moyan stretched out his hand: "Bring it and let me let it go."

"Can you do it? You are sitting and can't move, so don't light yourself up." Yang Qianyu felt that letting him release it was more dangerous than letting him release it by himself, so he didn't let him.

Unexpectedly, a handsome young man next to him took the initiative to ask: "Or let me order for you, and you are responsible for appreciating it."

"Okay, thank you!"

Yang Qianyu handed over both the fireworks and the lighter, and the handsome guy only took the fireworks, and he had the lighter in his hand.

After igniting and throwing it out, the firework spun a few times on the ground, and suddenly flew into the sky with a scream, crackling and bursting into bloom.

Yang Qianyu stood by the wheelchair, staring at the air in surprise and joy, "So it's like this? It's a bit dangerous, if it flies in the wrong direction, it will be troublesome."

Therefore, this category cannot be played by children.

She quickly found them all and asked the handsome guy to order them all.

"Hey, this is a fairy stick. It's not dangerous. Let me order this!" Seeing a fairy stick, Yang Qianyu happily took it out.

After lighting two, she handed them to the man, "Here."

Mr. Feng looked disgusted, "I don't play this."

"Isn't that what you want to play?"

"I'm playing with you."

"Take it if you tell me! So much nonsense! Hurry up, it will burn out in a while!" She forced it, and Feng Moyan had no choice but to catch it.

The fairy wand shone quietly, like a little star held in the hand.

Feng Moyan's handsome and deep face was illuminated by the bright light, making it even more charming.

Yang Qianyu took a look at him, and felt that his appearance was a little cute, so she took out her phone and wanted to take a picture of him.

It's a pity that the two fairy sticks are almost burned out.

She immediately ordered two more and handed them over, "Hold it, I'll take a picture!"

"What are you doing shooting this? It's so stupid." The man complained, but when he saw the woman he loved pointed the phone at him, he looked at the camera cooperatively.

"Shake it, shake it up."

Mr. Feng is as good as he is, shaking up.

"Okay! You can play by yourself, I'll go and see what else is there." After taking a satisfactory photo, Yang Qianyu put away her phone and immediately went to look for other fireworks.

The little handsome guy was also addicted to playing. Seeing that she brought out a new one, he immediately leaned over to study it again.

Yang Qianyu simply handed it over to him, and she quietly shook the fairy wand beside her, really like a fairy girl.

If people who didn't know saw it, they would think that she and that handsome guy were a couple.

After the firework stick in Feng Moyan's hand was ignited, he casually glanced at it, and his expression darkened.

This little fool...

That handsome guy also has a girlfriend, is she blind?

And in front of him, talking and laughing with other men, pretending that he is also blind?

"Ahem, ahem——" he called out several times with a tactical cough, but...he was drowned in laughter and the crackling of fireworks.

A certain woman is indifferent.

His face became more serious, and he simply took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Yang Qianyu was recording a video with her mobile phone. A firework lit up and stood on the ground like a peacock spreading its tail. It was so beautiful that she wanted to record it.

But as soon as the screen switched and a call came in, she was taken aback and looked back at the man in the wheelchair.

"Why?" she asked aloud.

The man was speechless, raised his hand, and tickled her expressionlessly, as if calling a puppy.

Yang Qianyu felt disappointed, put away the phone and returned to him, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going to save some for the triplets?" The man glanced at the black plastic bag on the ground and asked lightly.

"Ah!" Yang Qianyu was startled, and squatted down to take a look, embarrassed, "There are only two fairy sticks left, and a few boxes of cannonballs left."

She looked up at the man and smiled: "Will you buy some more tomorrow?"

"Can't buy it."

"how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? They also sell it secretly, who knows where to set up a stall tomorrow?"

Yang Qianyu looked at him, only then realized that someone's face was not right.

But the little handsome guy didn't know what to do, so he raised his voice and shouted: "Miss, do you still have it there! This peacock's screen recording video is very good!"

Before Yang Qianyu could answer, Feng Moyan replied lukewarmly: "No more."

Seeing his awkward and furious face, Yang Qianyu couldn't help laughing after realizing it.

"You guys play, it's too late, we're going back, happy new year!" She took the remaining fireworks, walked behind the man, and pushed his wheelchair home.

Someone does not speak.

Yang Qianyu stared at his head from behind, and suddenly put one hand on top of his head angrily—it was the same gesture that parents put their hands on their heads when they taught their children—Mr. Feng was caught off guard, and his forehead fell.

"You! You are the one who wants to come out to play, and you are the one who is sulking when you come out. You forgot to dip the dumplings in vinegar just now, isn't it tasteful enough?" Taunting him for eating vinegar indiscriminately.

Feng Moyan threw his head forward, and immediately became angry. He didn't turn around to ask questions, but he heard her preemptively strike.

He squinted at the woman, and snorted coldly: "Who said that you wouldn't give me a chance to misunderstand?"

"That counts?"

"Why don't you count? In front of me, you get along with this little brother. Didn't you see that he has a girlfriend?"

"Of course I know! Every time I give the fireworks to his girlfriend, they set them off together!"

"You were talking and laughing with him!"

"I also talked and laughed with his girlfriend!"

"..."

Seeing that he was speechless, Yang Qianyu snorted coldly, and pressed his head hard again.

If Mr. Feng hadn't been inconvenient in his legs and feet, he would definitely be jumping up in flames.

"Don't treat me like a child!"

"Oh! You are more naive than a child! You are the one who wants to come out to play, and you are the one who is unhappy when you come out!"

"..."

Yang Qianyu watched him being speechless, and felt even better, babbling on and on all the way.

Mr. Feng closed his eyes and pretended to be deaf.

Until he entered the house, he pulled the woman over, clasped the back of her neck with his big palm, pulled her down and kissed her.

The ear was finally quiet.

He was beyond satisfied.

After a kiss, the two distanced themselves from each other, and their eyes were like sweet maltose being torn in half and pulled continuously.

"So it takes a kiss to be honest." Mr. Feng was proud.

"Rogue!" The woman patted him on the shoulder angrily, turned her head away coquettishly.

"Hi!" came a voice from behind.

She stopped and turned back unconvinced, "Why?"

Feng Moyan calmed down slightly, looked at her, paused for a few seconds, and then said slowly in a low voice, "I'll give you a New Year's gift."

new Year's gift?

Yang Qianyu's complexion changed slightly, and she couldn't help turning her sideways face to look at him. She didn't speak, but her eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry.

He also prepared a New Year's gift?

But when he got out of the car, he saw that he was holding a black plastic bag, which contained fireworks.

Could it be that he still has something on him?

Yang Qianyu thought that he probably prepared some jewelry, thinking how vulgar and wasted money - she has her own jewelry brand and is a famous jewelry designer - if he also gave jewelry, it would be superfluous.

However, this can only be said in the heart.

She also thought, if this person really gave jewelry, she still has to show some face, at least she has to show joy on her face, and say she likes it and thank you...

She was ready to "start acting", but when she saw the person in front of her, in the inner drama of her extreme disdain and contempt, she struggled and slowly... stood up!