Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu's heart beat faster, and she adjusted secretly, then raised her bright and confident face, and stepped into the threshold.

The lounge is large. In the spacious and bright room, there is a set of sofas with a strong sense of design.

And there was no one on the sofa.

Yang Qianyu was suspicious in her heart, turned her eyes slightly, and saw a slender and tall figure in front of the French window.

With a sudden heartbeat, she secretly clenched her fists, and the high heels continued to penetrate slowly.

The tall and straight figure turned around, and the man was wearing a well-tailored slim suit, with handsome and profound features, more mature and indifferent than four years ago.

Staring at the woman who entered the room with his eyes, he frowned slightly, wondering if he was frightened by the woman's makeup.

Seeing him walking towards the sofa, with a playful smile on the corner of his sexy and thin lips, Yang Qianyu's heart began to beat again.

She had to pretend that she didn't know anything, but she couldn't act too strange - after all, they had met by chance.

Her heart was in a mess, she hadn't decided what attitude she should use to start the scene, but the man's clean and handsome hand had already reached out: "Miss Ruan, we meet again."

Since he couldn't avoid it, Yang Qianyu pretended to be enlightened, "So it's you! What a coincidence!"

"It's a coincidence." Feng Moyan's smile became more meaningful, and he thought to himself that this woman is addicted to acting, she is still a designer, she might as well become an actress.

The two sat down, Feng Moyan stared at the woman without hesitation, and slowly approached the sofa with a long and tall body, and said in a low and elegant voice: "Although Miss Ruan is very similar to my ex-wife, she is much more beautiful and fashionable than my ex-wife."

When he said this, he stared at the white hair on the woman's head and the avant-garde catwalk fashion on her body, and frowned again.

Obviously, I don't like this ostentatious style.

Question marks floated in Yang Qianyu's mind - was she ugly before?

Before she could answer, the man shook his head with a disgusted tone: "My ex-wife...is a bumpkin."

!!!

Yang Qianyu suddenly raised her eyes and almost choked out - you are the bumpkin!Eighteen generations of your ancestors were all bumpkins!

"My ex-wife still has body odor, Miss Ruan...shouldn't have it?"

what?

The swearing that the woman suppressed just now almost spit out the tip of her tongue again!

When did she have body odor?With body odor, he could still hug her so tightly every day, sleeping obsessively for three years?

The bastard!Yang Qianyu held back his curse so hard that he almost vomited blood!

Feng Moyan secretly observed the woman's reaction, with cunning hidden in his eyes.

Seeing that she could bear it, he breathed a little more, showing a very helpless and aggrieved look: "Besides, she has a bad temper, like a dominatrix."

Yang Qianyu couldn't bear it anymore, "Mr. Feng! Your ex-wife is no longer alive. It's too immoral for you to slander her like this!"

"Slander? No, what I'm saying is the truth." The man's face was calm, and his deep and dark eyes were facing the other side, waiting for her to respond.

"..." Yang Qianyu was at a loss for words again.

Even though she knew that this person was talking nonsense and slanderously, she couldn't explain a single word.

Because she is not Yang Qianyu, she is just a stranger who has never met.

The bastard!It must have been intentional, it was too much!

The room fell silent and the atmosphere was awkward.

Wang Cheng, who was standing by the side, heard his boss exhaling fragrance frequently, and also pressed his lips tightly, holding back hard.

——President Feng, save some rations for the giant pandas!You have taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!

I don't know how long the suffocating silence lasted, and a cheerful and gorgeous tune echoed in the quiet space.

Listen carefully, it is Richard's simplified version of "To Alice".

Feng Moyan enjoyed listening to it for a while, and said proudly: "This is played by my daughter, how is it?"

Yang Qianyu was immersed in the tune, and was dumbfounded when she heard the words—this was actually played by Xixi?She is still so young, but she can play it so fluently and joyfully!

"You play very well, very talented." Yang Qianyu praised from the bottom of her heart.

The man smiled lightly and continued: "My daughter has a very high IQ and can learn everything very quickly, but unfortunately, she is not in good health... Next month, she will have a lung operation. She can jump up and down and play happily like other children."

When it comes to his daughter, Feng Moyan exudes a kind of kindness and softness from his bones, and he is even talkative.

Yang Qianyu listened almost greedily.

As long as it was related to her daughter, she couldn't bear to miss a single word.

"Yes, the operation will be successful!" Yang Qianyu couldn't help answering, her tone was a little excited, "She is so smart and cute, God will have mercy on her."

"Really?" The man raised his eyebrows lightly, seeing that he seemed to have found a breakthrough, he continued to dig deeper, "But I think God is too cruel to my daughter."

Yang Qianyu frowned.

"She was born prematurely, and her mother passed away right after she was born. When she came to me, she was only the size of two palms, she was so angry, and her whole body was bruised..."

These words brought back memories that Yang Qianyu didn't want to touch these years.

For countless nights, she woke up in a dream, and what she couldn't get rid of was the appearance of her daughter when she was born prematurely.

It was even more pitiful and heartbreaking than what Feng Moyan described at this time.

"She lay in the incubator for more than two months, and the doctor issued countless critical illness notices. Her small and weak body was full of pipelines, and she was fighting with death every day. She is still so young, but she has done it several times. After the operation, I have to take medicine every day..."

The man talked unhurriedly, and at some point, his deep eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, and the corners of his eyes were scarlet.

Yang Qianyu's heart felt like a knife was piercing her heart, her internal organs tremblingly huddled together.

"You said, isn't God too cruel?" Feng Moyan stared at her reaction, and asked again solemnly.

Yang Qianyu was taken aback for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, her face suddenly turned cold when she raised her eyes, and a tear rolled down and hit the back of her hand.

She was terrified, and hurriedly raised her hand to cover the tear, but she still couldn't escape the man's sharp eyes.

"What's wrong with Miss Ruan?" The man frowned.

"Uh...sorry, I feel so sorry for your daughter when I heard Mr. Feng say this, and I can't help it... I'm laughing." Now that he had been discovered, Yang Qianyu pressed the corners of his eyes calmly, quickly adjusted his emotions, and changed the subject , "Well, Mr. Feng, let's talk about the design draft. I have given the first draft twice before, and you are not satisfied with it. Excuse me—"

But the man didn't give her a chance to escape, and suddenly interrupted, "Is Miss Ruan married?"

Ok?

Yang Qianyu was taken aback, and raised his guard: "Mr. Feng, this is my personal matter, I have no comment."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He turned a deaf ear and continued talking to himself.

"..." Yang Qianyu was annoyed, and couldn't help but reply, "Why, is Mr. Feng planning to solve my personal problems?"