Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"Or Xixi's custody?"

"of course."

"It's nothing to talk about. If you want to live with Xixi, there is only one way - come back here." He nodded with his chin, his attitude was extraordinarily determined.

Yang Qianyu turned her head away and smiled angrily.

"Don't you feel shameless when you say this? Your fiancée is still lying in the hospital. It was because of you that she broke her leg, and you don't intend to take responsibility, and you are entangled with your ex-wife."

Leaving aside Yang Caiyue's behavior, just talking about Feng Moyan's behavior is simply inferior to a beast.

The man looked indifferent, "I'm dealing with this matter, don't worry about it."

"How to deal with it? Use your power to make her disappear?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why are you becoming aggressive now?"

He said it was his business and he would handle it, so why did this woman still hold on to her?

Yang Qianyu thought this was funny, "I'm pushing people? Don't you always push me?"

"Really, then tell me to see, why did I force you?"

His posture of wanting to settle the matter really aroused Yang Qianyu.

"You have driven me to ruin, from the glamorous jewelry designer to the vixen mistress that everyone calls out to beat—isn't it your fault?"

Feng Moyan smiled, "This is the grievance between you and Yang Caiyue, how can it be blamed on me? When did I not take the blame for you?"

"Are you taking the blame for me? It's clearly a real blow!"

"You can't blame me. If I had known who you were, I would not have allowed this to happen from the very beginning."

One day husband and wife, one hundred days of grace, he never thought of destroying his ex-wife.

Yang Qianyu was taken aback.

Seeing his sudden affectionate expression, his heart beat suddenly faster, and he felt unable to continue.

After a pause, she stroked her hair irritably, "You are eloquent, I can't say no. Anyway, Xixi, I must take it away. If you don't agree, we can only go through legal channels."

After saying this, she turned around and left.

But Feng Moyan had quick eyesight and quick hands, he leaned forward, reached out his hand, and grabbed her shiny and slender wrist.

In the next second, he locked her in his arms.

Yang Qianyu frowned tightly, raised her hand and patted it, and roared angrily: "Feng Moyan, have you had enough! Don't just do this trick every now and then, don't you think it's handsome? It's greasy and disgusting!"

The man ignored her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, almost closing and locking her.

With the other hand, he raised her jaw domineeringly and forcefully, forcing her to raise her head suddenly.

Yang Qianyu's words stopped abruptly, and she was forced to raise her face to meet his eyes.

Panting messily, the hair on the tip of her nose was blown up by the breath, and fell to the side of her face again.

a little itchy.

But she endured it, glaring at the man with her seductive almond eyes.

"Let go!" She spit out two words between her teeth.

Of course men won't let it go.

He stared at the woman's face carefully, as if wondering if this was the little girl who walked all the way when Tong was young.

How did it change from a fresh and pleasant little jasmine to a wild rose covered in thorns?

"Do you think there is a chance of winning if you take the legal route?"

After a long time, he spit out these words.

Knowing what he meant, Yang Qianyu became even more angry, and said firmly in his palm: "If I fail once, I will appeal, and I will appeal until I win."

The man laughed, "It's a bit stupid to say that. You want to consume me, but you can consume more energy than me?"

"What if?"

"What if..." He smiled again, moved his thumb on her cheek, and put it on her lips, "Even if you unite with my parents, there is no chance of winning."

The woman's heart skipped a beat, did he know all about it?

"Besides, have you thought about the consequences after admitting your identity?" Feng Moyan asked in a low voice.

"Consequences?" Yang Qianyu was stunned for a moment, then said flatly, "As long as I can get Xixi back, I'm not afraid of any consequences."

Speaking of identity, Feng Moyan frowned suddenly, and remembered something, "That's right."

His eyes drooped and fell on her chest.

The hand that was pinching the woman's chin suddenly pushed down her v-neck placket.

Yang Qianyu was so frightened that her hair almost exploded, she quickly covered her face: "What are you doing!"

The whole person instantly turned into a boiled shrimp, and she struggled violently, completely unable to accept this man's hooliganism!

Feng Moyan hugged her tightly and let her roll around in his arms, but he didn't let go.

"You think too much, I'm just curious, where did the mole on your chest go?"

Yang Qianyu suddenly stopped and stared at him.

It turned out that she misunderstood...

The atmosphere was silent, she swallowed, tugged on the collar of her chest and said angrily: "You don't care!"

The man smiled, put his arms around her, and put his handsome face down with an ambiguous face, "You don't know...do I like that mole very much, especially dear—"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman hurriedly covered his mouth.

Yingying's eyes were full of shyness, almost dripping down.

She covered the man's mouth, instinctively not allowing him to continue speaking, but when she realized that this action was quite out of bounds, she became even more ashamed and angry.

Quickly took off his hand, turned around and wanted to escape!

But how could a man give her a chance.

Just as her hand was taken down, he leaned over, clasped the woman's chin, and kissed her deeply.

"Well--"

The woman's eyes were rounded in shock, and she raised her hand to hit her, but he grabbed her wrist and cut it behind her back to fix it.

This action made the distance between the two closer, and her whole body crashed into the man's arms.

The oxygen in the chest cavity was exhausted, she frowned and struggled with her mouth shut tightly, but the man took advantage of his height and locked her tightly in his arms, no matter where he hid, he couldn't get rid of his demanding kisses.

"Even if we abandon all the contradictions and misunderstandings in the past and start everything again, wouldn't it work?"

During the interval between the competition, the man's thin lips pressed against hers, like whispering, or asking a question, and suddenly spit out these words.

The body that was still resisting suddenly froze and froze in his arms.

The distance between the cloth, each other can hear each other's heartbeat.

Messy, jumbled, and miraculously resonant.

Feng Moyan didn't dare to look at her, but just hugged her tightly, burying his handsome face on the side of her neck.

"No matter who is right or who is wrong, it has passed. It has been more than four years. What can't be forgotten? Huh?"

"Or, just pretend that Yang Qianyu is dead. Now your name is Ruan Qing, you are a jewelry designer, and you just met me—let's start over."

His voice was deep and gentle, solemn and dignified.

Because the chest cavity is close, every sound he makes, the heart can feel the vibration of the bones.

It was clearly a sentence, but it seemed to have been heard twice.

Once, it was the ears.

Once, it was the heart.

Yang Qianyu was in a mess, hugged by him like a puppet, without any response.

But in the depths of his heart, like boiling fireworks, something lit up in an instant.

It sounds so good.

The past is gone and everything starts anew.

However, how could things be so simple as he thought?

Yang Caiyue will not quit.

The Feng family would not agree.

She can't get past this on her own.

Moreover, when he knew that he had hidden two sons, he would be furious, and everything he said now would disappear into the air like farting.

Reason clamored not to listen or believe it, but his hands seemed to be anesthetized by him, and they lost the strength to push him away.

Fortunately, there was a sudden noise from the living room downstairs.

"Yo~ Did we come here by accident? Didn't bother you?"