Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"what?"

"You'll know when you come."

Yang Qianyu began to feel uneasy when the man played tricks.

After pondering for a moment, she compromised a bit: "I have something to do in the morning, and in the afternoon, if it's convenient for you, I'll go over there."

"Okay. I need to get the driver over—"

"No, I'll drive by myself!" She was afraid that this person would leave her behind after being picked up, and if she couldn't walk at night, it would be safer to drive by herself.

As soon as the phone was dropped, Xiaoxiao opened the door and came in.

She looked up: "Has Xiaoyu Xiaozhou woke up?"

"No, Auntie has made breakfast, do you want to go up and have some?"

"No..." Yang Qianyu walked softly to the bathroom, took off the wig on her head, and said in a tone, "I'm too tired... I'm talking about work with Kane until three o'clock in the morning, sleep first and then talk." .”

Xiaoxiao looked at the wig, and asked with a smile at the bathroom door: "Didn't you sneer at this thing before? Now you find it really fragrant, don't you?"

The master planted a grass wig, which was forcibly installed by her.

Yang Qianyu flicked her bangs after taking off the wig in the mirror, and said resignedly: "No way, no matter how good skin care products are, they can't compete with the years. This hairline is getting more and more touching."

Xiaoxiao comforted: "No, your hair volume is very impressive. Besides, with this face, even a bald head is still a peerless beauty!"

"Well, say a few more sweet words, it's really comfortable for the ears."

The young girl at the door laughed loudly, and immediately praised her master like honey.

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After making the phone call, Feng Moyan lay down and was going to sleep for a while, but just as drowsiness was brewing, the phone rang again.

Picking it up and looking at it, he frowned and got up slowly.

"Hey, mom..."

"Do you still know you have a mother? Count your fingers, how long has it been since you called us?"

The man explained: "Jet difference, I'm afraid to disturb you."

"Heh! I think you were seduced by the vixen, forgetting that your parents are still alive!"

"..." His mother always spoke harshly, so he simply shut up and let his vent out.

Seeing that her son was silent, Xu Hong knew that oil and salt were not coming in again, and immediately became more angry, and said: "If you are worried about jet lag, you won't contact us, then it's good now, we are returning to China, and we will come back to the old house for dinner tonight."

Feng Moyan, who was silent for a while, suddenly frowned, "You guys returned to China? When?"

"Heh! Do you still care? Wenwen knows it, just like you are not your own!"

Xu Hong was very angry, so she closed the line after saying this.

Feng Moyan leaned against the head of the bed, thinking about the intention of his parents' sudden return to China at this time, his face gradually became serious and deep.

From the looks of it, most of it was written by the Yang family.

The phone rang again, it was a WeChat message from Xu Hong: Remember to bring Caiyue with you!

Oh, there is no need to doubt, it is the Yang family.

It looks like a forced marriage is about to happen.

Thinking about asking Yang Qianyu to come over today, he frowned and asked: Can I come tomorrow night?I have plan today.

Soon, Xu Hong called again and reprimanded her angrily.

After a bad day in the morning, he lost all sleepiness, just when the door of the room was knocked, he looked up, and the little girl stretched out a furry head, smiling sweetly.

He waved, and Xixi immediately ran over, climbed onto his bed, and got into his bed.

"Honey, grandma and grandpa have returned to China, and we will go back to the old house for dinner tonight, huh?"

Xixi lay down, pulled up the quilt, covered herself with only a pair of big eyes.

Hearing this, she blinked innocently, "Can I not go? Anyway, my grandparents don't like me..."

Hearing his daughter's words, Feng Moyan's face felt distressed, and he rubbed his daughter's chicken nest pitifully.

Yes.

Everyone in the Feng family did not welcome this "oil bottle".

My mother also said that since the woman wanted to leave a burden, it would be better to leave a boy, but she was actually a girl—the words were quite disgusting.

And Xixi is not stupid.

I didn't understand it when I was young, but as I got older in the past two years, I obviously felt that my grandparents didn't like her, so I wasn't keen on meeting her elders.

"But Dad has to go back. If you don't go, you will be very lonely at home."

The little girl pouted and thought for a while, then suddenly sat up.

"Dad! Can you call Mama and let her come to accompany me? Just say that I have no one to take care of me, how pitiful!"

Hearing this, the man's eyes flashed, and he immediately took it into his heart: "Well... that's a good idea, then... Dad entrusted you with a task..."

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When Yang Qianyu arrived at Yuyuan Villa by car, Feng Moyan happened to be about to go out.

Watching the woman get out of the car, the handsome man pursed his lips, and lazily walked down the steps with long legs.

"Miss Ruan has a really good memory, she can remember the way once she comes here."

Knowing that he was implying his identity again, Yang Qianyu dropped a sentence: "There is something called navigation in this world."

"Tch..." The man snorted coldly and walked towards his car.

She turned around in surprise, "Are you going out?"

In that case, can she go back?

"I have something to do, I'll be away for a few hours. It just so happened that Xixi was unaccompanied. You came by coincidence and helped me take care of her."

Yang Qianyu was surprised and speechless.

What surprised him was that he was so relieved to hand over his daughter to her.

What is speechless is that he is really addicted to bossing him around.

"Why, you don't want to?" The man who was about to get in the car, seeing her complicated expression, couldn't express his joy, turned around and walked towards her, "Or...you are sorry that I'm not at home?"

Yang Qianyu made a fake smile, and asked directly: "Mr. Feng, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

This "empty city plan" really exceeded her imagination, and made her feel full of conspiracy.

Feng Moyan raised his eyebrows, as if surprised, but also seemed to think that this woman was smart enough for him to appreciate.

"You think too much. I'm going back to the old house. Xixi doesn't like to go. It's just that you accompany her."

After laughing, he raised his hand and stroked the woman's chin with his clean and slender fingers naturally, feeling her jade-smooth skin—a little pampering between very intimate lovers.

"What are you doing!" Yang Qianyu shuddered instantly, leaned back reflexively, and gave him a hard look.

The man rubbed his fingers, as if he was still savoring the touch of her skin, and confessed: "Before I come back, you have enough time to think about how to explain to me."

Explanation?

Yang Qianyu didn't understand, explain what?

But Feng Moyan dropped those words, leaving her to meditate alone, and drove away gracefully.

Wang Cheng called during the day, saying that the results of the dna test would be available tonight.

He was very merciful, and gave this woman time to prepare, so that her "death" would look better.

And this time I went back to the old house to meet my parents—just in time, to express clearly about the divorce by the way.

Feng Moyan planned everything in his heart, feeling that his lost life path would soon return to the right track, and he was looking forward to it.