Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"But I can't just watch you lose Feng Yun and everything! I've already made a move, so I have to grasp the odds! Otherwise, all my previous efforts will be in vain! Do you understand?!" She asked back.

Shouting these words at a high volume, Yang Qianyu became more and more dizzy.

Her ears were buzzing, she frowned in pain, rested her forehead with one hand and shook her head, leaning weakly against the seat.

Feng Moyan forced himself not to move, and looked at her coldly: "Stop pretending."

Pretend?

She was going to die of anger, and he still thought it was just pretending? !

Raising her eyelashes, she glanced at the man angrily, and suddenly felt that this guy's conscience had been fed to the dog!

And her dedication these days is more like a joke!

The anger was burning, she suddenly didn't want to stay for a second longer, she didn't want to see him, so she raised her voice and shouted: "Stop! Pull over!"

Feng Moyan was startled, "What are you doing?"

"What do you care about me! Stop!"

Her voice was almost broken, and the driver had to pull over, but did not open the self-locking door.

Yang Qianyu pulled her twice, but she didn't pull away. Just as she was about to get angry again, Feng Moyan grabbed her arm, his face sullen and helpless: "Stop making trouble? You're not feeling well right now, how can you go back after getting out of the car?" ?”

"Do you tube!"

"I don't care who cares about you? If you didn't break your word today, you would be Feng Moyan's wife now! It's only right for me to care about you!" Feng Moyan grabbed her, speaking domineeringly and forcefully.

Yang Qian stared at him in a stern tone, stepping on his sore spot on purpose: "Isn't that unfinished? So we are just ex-husband and ex-wife now, and what I want to do has nothing to do with you!"

The man's face became more and more frightening, his dark eyes burning with anger sent out a dangerous signal, "Say it again!"

She suppressed her physical discomfort and suffocated her mouth, "Just say it! We are ex-husband and ex-wife now, and I can do anything—well, Feng Moyan! You bastard! Shameless! Stay away from me! Don't kiss me, eh ..."

Before she finished speaking, the man pulled her back, locked her in his arms and kissed her hard.

Really cruel.

He was so ruthless that his big palm pinched the back of the woman's neck, as if trying to break her neck.

Yang Qianyu smoked the poisonous smoke, her head was dizzy and her chest was tight, but being angered by him made her even more irritable and dizzy.

Still being kissed by him now!

That domineering and rude posture seemed to drain her internal organs. Under the two people's confrontation, she only felt that the oxygen in her chest was getting less and less, and the blankness in her mind was getting bigger and bigger...

She didn't know when her consciousness became blurred, she just felt that everything around her was gradually moving away, her limbs seemed to lose strength, and her body lightly forgot about the pain...

"Thousands? Thousands!" Seeing her struggling and struggling, Feng Moyan gradually lost her strength, and then sank limply. He was so frightened that he quickly grabbed her and kept calling.

But Yang Qianyu seemed to be lifeless, being shaken by him, her head drooping.

Feng Moyan was so annoyed that for a moment, his heart stopped beating.

"Quick! Turn around and go back to the hospital!" He ordered urgently.

The driver didn't dare to delay, and immediately started again, accelerating the accelerator to find a place to turn around.

Fortunately...Yang Qianyu's fainting was only temporary, her mouth and nose could breathe normally, and her brain slowly restarted.

When the car turned around quickly, the inertial centrifugal force flicked, and she frowned and woke up slowly.

Feng Moyan saw it with lowered eyes, and his face was overjoyed: "Qianqian...you're awake! I was scared to death just now, I thought you...you're fine, you're fine."

Yang Qianyu was half lying on his back in his arms, and when she opened her eyes, she looked at him indifferently, without any emotion.

However, two lines of clear tears slipped silently from the end of the eyes and sank into the temples.

Feng Moyan watched her cry silently, as if his heart had been corroded by sulfuric acid, deep regret swept over him.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I was wrong just now—" As soon as she cried, Feng Moyan was at a loss. No amount of anger was instantly extinguished by her tears, leaving only regret and apology.

"I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. It's really you You lie to me again and again. I know you're doing it for my own good, but I really don't want to drag you into it."

Yang Qianyu didn't say a word, but tried to get up from his arms with weakness.

Feng Moyan refused, she rolled her eyes coldly, "Let me go."

"Thousands..."

She still shouldn't, but she resolutely left his arms, turned to the seat quietly by herself, and sat down.

Feng Moyan looked at her indifferent and distant look, the arrogance just now disappeared, and instead he looked at her cautiously.

"Qianqian...you, you are angry..."

Yang Qianyu didn't want to talk to him, so she simply turned her head to the car window.

Feng Moyan suddenly became more nervous, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to speak.

The car returned to the hospital, and the driver asked if he wanted to go in.

Just as Feng Moyan was about to speak, Yang Qianyu said in a low voice, "I don't need it, I'll send your boss to have a look at his brain."

These words are full of sarcasm.

This made Feng Moyan's face change, he frowned and looked at her, but he didn't dare to reply.

Saying that he is sick is all right, as long as she is willing to talk, it is better than keeping a cold face and acting like a stranger.

But the driver was embarrassed after hearing this: "Mr. Feng..."

"Forget it, let's go back." Of course, Feng Moyan would not be so stupid as to go to the hospital to see if he was mentally ill. He silently stared at the woman and ordered in a low voice.

So, President Lincoln No. [-] drove out of the hospital again, and set foot on the way home in the dark.

It was quiet in the carriage.

Yang Qianyu gradually calmed down and was not so angry anymore.

It's just that I simply don't want to talk to someone.

And Feng Moyan had been observing her emotions, and saw that her complexion had improved a lot, her brows had gradually relaxed, and the tension and worry in his heart had also dissipated a lot.

The quarrel was sad and frustrating, just now there was such a quarrel, but now I think it is really unnecessary.

It's just a matter of fact, you have to be calm.

Therefore, Mr. Feng sorted out his emotions, organized his words, stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the woman's sleeve, and his deep and hoarse voice seemed to show weakness: "Qianqian... that courtyard house is your grandparents and your mother. To give you my last thought, you really shouldn’t sell it. I just felt sorry for you and owed you when I sold the company. Now that you have even sold the courtyard house, I feel even more sorry for their spirits in heaven. I feel sorry for them. I think you should understand."

Qianqian didn't respond, but she didn't seem angry anymore.

The man looked at it, and his heart became bolder again. He paused, and summoned up the courage to continue: "Wang Cheng said that the final payment has not been paid, so there should be time to recover it now. You are obedient, take back the courtyard, huh?"

Yang Qianyu is not an unreasonable person, since he can be calm, then she can also be kind.

Turning around, she asked bluntly: "The stock market will resume trading tomorrow, can you guarantee that you will win?"

Feng Moyan said truthfully: "I can't."

After answering this, he rushed to add before the woman opened her mouth: "But if you fill in another [-] million, it may not be able to guarantee the winning ticket. If we lose, it will cause us to lose even more!"