Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"..." Yang Qianyu endured it, and asked with a sneer, "Have you ever drank slop?"

Otherwise, how do you know that this soup is as bad as swill?

"Yang Qianyu!" The man was displeased.

"exist."

She responded with a smile, and Mr. Feng, who made Long Yan furious, couldn't pursue it any further.

There was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

After a while, the patient reluctantly finished drinking a small bowl, and the "mother" said to drink more. He asked coldly and bluntly, "Are you abusing me on purpose? Or are you taking revenge on me?"

"Cut! Like to drink or not." Yang Qian stood up and left in a tone, carrying another packed box to the coffee table, and started to eat.

Mr. Feng frowned again, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

"Mr. Feng is so noble and hypocritical, how do I know that you won't dislike my food and smoke you?"

"..." Feng Moyan's thin lips were pursed into a line, and his handsome face was also sharp.

Yang Qianyu glanced, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, secretly thinking that she deserved it.

It seems that the only thing that can defeat the strange qi of yin and yang is the strange qi of yin and yang.

After blocking someone from having anything to say, Yang Qianyu finally had a quiet meal.

After packing up all the lunch boxes and throwing them into the trash can, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands, rinsed her mouth, and returned to the hospital bed.

"How do you feel? I asked the doctor and he said that the operation went well. You should take care of yourself. You should be able to leave the hospital and go home for recuperation in a week or so."

After all the back and forth, I have to stay in the hospital for a month, which is really boring.

If you go home to recuperate, you will be more comfortable after all.

Feng Moyan heard that she still knew how to inquire about his situation, and finally calmed down his displeasure, and replied: "It's okay, but the incision hurts..."

I thought he was going to bark again, "Do you still know how to care about me?"

Who knows, actually learned to speak human language.

Since he speaks well, she naturally treats him with courtesy.

"After surgery, the incision pain is unavoidable. Just wait until the wound heals and remove the stitches. Just bear with it for a few days."

Feng Moyan couldn't see her, but he could also sense her expression at this time from the gentle tone of her voice, and she couldn't help showing a bit of inquiry on her face.

Yang Qianyu saw his mental activity, so she simply said clearly: "As long as you don't sneer at me, I will naturally not sneer back."

"..." Mr. Feng curled his lips and turned his head away.

Obviously embarrassed and ashamed because his thoughts were seen through.

When Yang Qianyu saw that he was still embarrassed, she smiled and rolled up her bag: "Okay, you go to sleep, you can recover faster by resting more."

He turned his head immediately, annoyed: "Are you leaving again?!"

He praised him for being able to speak human language, but the next second his nature was revealed.

Yang Qianyu sighed, "Didn't you say that you want to drink the soup I made at night? Then I have to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients now, and go back to stew it, so I can bring it to you at night?"

With her explanation, it seemed that Feng Moyan was making trouble out of no reason.

"Then...then you can stay for a few more minutes. At least...you can leave after I fall asleep." He was silent for a few seconds and muttered in a low voice.

Yang Qianyu almost doubted her ears, "Feng Moyan, how old are you? The three little ones have not asked me to sleep with you, you are a man over thirty..."

"My current mental age should only be half of thirty?"

Because his memory stays in his teens.

Yang Qianyu smiled helplessly, shook her head and didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, I'll just sit here, close your eyes and go to sleep." After saying that, she dragged the chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, took out her mobile phone and prepared to return to work WeChat first, which was not a waste of time.

Feng Moyan was surprised, "You agreed?"

"That's not it?"

Does she dare not agree?

Not agreeing and throwing temper tantrums, sneering, sarcasm, picking nose and eyes.

Mr. Feng's extremely handsome but slightly haggard sick face suddenly twisted, pondered for a moment, and asked, "You are so nice to me all of a sudden... Did you do something wrong?"

I feel bad for my conscience, so I have a better attitude towards him?

When Yang Qianyu heard this, she completely doubted her ears, and subconsciously asked, "What?"

He immediately pursed his lips tightly and didn't respond.

"You said, I was kind to you...did I do something wrong?" Even though he didn't say a word, Yang Qianyu still said that, and suddenly sneered, "Feng Moyan...you, your brain circuit-"

She groaned for a while, but couldn't find an adjective. She simply grabbed her bag again and got up from the chair: "Whether you like to sleep or not, I'm leaving!"

Originally, Feng Moyan felt that she was the righteous one, and she had indeed done "something wrong".

He felt that he was magnanimous in not pursuing it, and even pretended that he didn't know that he didn't expose her, and that he didn't lose his temper with her, which was very good!

He's the right one!

But when the woman angrily dropped a sentence and turned around to leave, he instantly forgot his position, and also forgot the anger that was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death, and hurriedly asked: "Then you...are you still delivering dinner tonight?" are you coming?"

Yang Qianyu had already gone out, and when she slapped the door panel, she said: "Just wait!"

waiting?

Mr. Feng pondered these words to himself, not knowing whether to take them literally or ironically.

But no matter how he understood it, he really waited all afternoon.

Waiting until the evening, someone came to deliver the food.

But it wasn't Yang Qianyu.

But Wangcheng.

"Mr. Feng, my wife has cooked soup and asked me to go home to get it. Do you want to drink it now?"

Wang Cheng has been following Gong Beize these days, and he is too busy to do anything, so he doesn't have much time to come to the hospital.

Feng Moyan had heard Gong Beize tell about his "life experience" a long time ago, and knew that this young man named Wang Cheng was his assistant, but he had no impression of him.

Thinking that Qianqian would let him go to the house to get soup, they must know each other very well, so he nodded, "Drink now."

"Then... shall I feed you?"

"Let the nurse come."

"The nurse... just saw me coming up, and it seems like I'm going down."

Feng Moyan didn't speak, his face was dark.

Wang Cheng poured out the soup, dragged the chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, smiled and said: "President Feng, you don't have to feel embarrassed, I have been with you for five or six years. In fact, in my heart, you are my boss , The leader is also my friend, Bole. Now that you are like this, I should take care of you."

Feng Moyan was surprised, "Have you followed me for so long?"

"Um……"

Seeing that he was more at ease, Wang Cheng began to feed him soup.

However, Mr. Feng just took a sip, with that expression - if it wasn't for his body being unable to move, he would definitely jump up and go to the trash can to spit it out.

Wang Cheng was quite frightened: "I'm sorry Mr. Feng, did you get burned?"

Feng Moyan held back the soup in his mouth, neither swallowed nor spit out——

Because he couldn't move, he couldn't vomit on the pillow, and he had to change the sheets and clothes for a long time. In the end, he was the one who suffered.

And with the soup in his mouth, he couldn't speak.