Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu returned to the ward, saw Xixi was asleep, took out her mobile phone and bag, walked over and kissed her daughter's forehead lightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, before reaching the door, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Feng Moyan was tall and tall, with a coolness all over his body, standing there.

She glanced, turned a blind eye, and walked right past him.

"Won't you listen to my explanation?" The man said suddenly, his tone low.

Yang Qianyu stopped without turning her head, "Do you think the explanation is useful?"

She was slandered so many times back then, and she explained every time, but who would believe it?

Feng Moyan turned around and faced her face to face, obviously understanding what her words implied.

As soon as he hurried back all the way, he was thinking about how to explain this matter on the way.

I also called Gong Beizawa to ask.

That guy gave the eight words "Treat each other honestly, with the heart and soul".

He frowned after hearing this, disapproving, but when he saw this woman, the arrogance and reservedness in his heart disappeared instantly.

From last night to noon today, he also felt a change in the atmosphere between the two.

I thought if this continued, the woman would change her mind.

But I never expected that Yang Caiyue, who came out halfway, suddenly found a solid evidence!

Well now, all previous efforts have been wasted.

His thoughts drifted away for a while, and he quickly pulled back. He stared deeply at the woman's drooping eyes, and suddenly said, "Are you still willing to explain everything back then?"

Yang Qianyu was taken aback, and stared back at him with extreme surprise.

"You heard me right, it's about explaining those things back then - why your bracelet was in Grandpa's study, how the stolen business secrets happened to appear in your father's company's project book, and Shiwen fell into the sea, you and I Mother fights and everything."

Yang Qianyu sneered again when she heard him count them one by one.

It was hard for him to remember so clearly.

"You only want an explanation from the other party if you don't trust it?" The woman responded lightly.

If you trust enough, do you need to do more?

If you trust her enough, you will stand by her side without any worries, resist the Feng family's abuse and accusations, and even fight against her family for her.

But he didn't.

When Feng Moyan said this, he already thought he was a very sincere compromise.

He thought that this woman had been waiting for this day, waiting to explain to him again, to resolve the misunderstanding and hatred between the two.

But she responded to him like this full of sarcasm.

Meaning, he doesn't trust, doesn't defend.

There was silence between the two again, Yang Qianyu looked away, but Feng Moyan kept looking at her steadfastly.

Considering that his daughter was still sleeping and would not be disturbed, he raised his hand to hold the woman's wrist, "Come with me."

Yang Qianyu frowned and struggled, and went out to yell at him in a low voice: "Let go of me! Feng Moyan, the relationship between us has already been cut off! After so many years, why do you ask about those Chen Zhima chaos?"

So what if I ask clearly?

The disgust and disgust of the people in the Feng family towards her has long been a physiological instinct. .seven

Even if it can be proved that she did not do those things and she was wronged, would Xu Hong and Feng Shiwen have the same temper, would she still apologize to her?

They won't.

Only hate her more.

Because they didn't like her, they set up those traps to blame her, to drive a wedge between her and Feng Moyan.

If they were found to be the masterminds, what would their reputation be?

At that time, they will not blame their own son or brother, but will only hate her as an outsider even more.

It is said that a marriage that is not blessed by the family will not have good results.

She's tried it once and doesn't want to try again.

So let those misunderstandings continue.

In this life, she didn't want to get along with Feng Moyan, nor did she want to have anything to do with the Feng family.

Why bother to bring up those old things?

Speaking of which, she would also like to thank Yang Caiyue.

If she hadn't made such a fuss today, she would have almost fallen into Feng Moyan's sugar-coated cannonball.

But no matter how hard she struggled, Feng Moyan didn't let go, and dragged her up to the rooftop.

The sun was very strong and the heat wave was overwhelming. As soon as she was pulled up by the man, she broke free, turned around and left, "I'm so sunburned, I don't have time to go crazy with you!"

But Feng Moyan hugged her directly, buried his handsome face on her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."

sorry?

Yang Qianyu's heart was shocked, she was stunned, and even forgot to resist and struggle.

Did she hear it right?

How could someone like Feng Moyan say sorry, say sorry to her?

Feeling the astonishment of the woman in his arms, Feng Moyan took advantage of the impulsiveness and continued, "I sincerely apologize to you. If you don't want to mention the past, then don't mention it."

Yang Qianyu was hugged tightly by him, and the height gap forced her to hold her face high.

The eye sockets were moist, and the tears could not stop sliding down from the corners of both eyes, and burrowed into the hair between the temples.

The heart trembled, and those long-sealed grievances, resentment, even hatred, and anger all escaped from the cracked gap.

She took a deep breath, and asked sarcastically on the man's shoulder: "You just want to erase the suffering I have suffered all these years by saying I'm sorry? The pain I have suffered?"

Feng Moyan let her go and held her shoulders with both hands.

Seeing the tears flickering in her eyes, the man felt pain in his heart, frowned and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

When he asked this question, he was indeed sincere.

But for Yang Qianyu, it was too late...

Not daring to meet his eyes, the woman lowered her head, raised her hand, and pushed away his big palm on her shoulder.

"Feng Moyan, if you really know your mistake and want to make it up to me, then give me Xixi. The only regret in my life is that I couldn't keep Xixi by my side."

At the end, she still raised her eyes to look at the man, and begged in a low voice, "Can you?"

Seeing that her heart was like a rock, the hope on Feng Moyan's face gradually faded.

He took the initiative to let go of the other hand that was on her shoulder, and the man turned around, his tone became a bit cold, "I have worked hard to raise her for more than four years, and she has become an indispensable part of my life. a part of."

"Do you know how many nights I stayed up all night and how many times I worried about her? Now finally... her illness is about to be completely cured, and I can feel a little more at ease in the future, and I can watch her live happily ever after A normal life, and I can finally fully experience the joy of being a father—"

"You want me to give her back to you?"

Feng Moyan smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm and indifference.

"Yang Qianyu, you have only been pregnant with her for more than six months, and I have raised her for more than four years. In terms of kindness, I should be more qualified to be her guardian!"

In fact, Yang Qianyu was pregnant with triplets for more than six months.

It's just because my sister was too young when she was born, the developmental state of various organs of the body, and the vital indicators are indeed very similar to those of a six-month-old fetus.

According to medical common sense, the probability of surviving premature babies of more than six months is almost zero.

When she sent her daughter away, she never dared to think that the little girl would be lucky enough to survive.

It is indeed immeasurable how much Feng Moyan paid.