Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

"Shiwen, why did you come back so early?"

When Feng Moyan spoke, Yang Qianyu turned her head in shock.

Seeing him in Meng Lang's attire, the woman unconsciously recalled the memories of four years ago.

He is scum to scum, but his figure is first-class.

Broad shoulders and narrow hips, strong chest muscles, clear abdominal muscles, and a charming mermaid line.

And, full of energy.

In the three years of being a husband and wife, although they were not in love, she was unable to resist every time they made out, and she was often so tired that she was listless the next day, and she didn't even bother to get out of bed.

Thoughts were flying, cheeks rose unconsciously, and heartbeat was out of rhythm.

Yang Qianyu quickly put away her reverie, and said seriously: "Mr. Feng, I'm going back."

When the words fell, she turned and left.

Feng Shiwen said bluntly: "Yang Qianyu, do you think we won't recognize you when you come back with a different name? What are your intentions? Let's show it off!"

Yang Qianyu had already walked to the door, she turned her head and smiled, "Miss, you have mistaken me, I am not the Yang Qianyu you mentioned."

"Oh, you think we are stupid and stupid?"

She turned her face away helplessly, and returned to normal after a while, and said bluntly: "You are indeed stupid and stupid. There are many similar people in the world. If you insist on calling me a dead person, is it because you are sick?"

"You—" Feng Shiwen never expected to be insulted by her like this, and was speechless with anger.

Yang Qianyu's cell phone rang. This time, it was the driver who had arrived.

Without even looking at the man, she politely picked up the phone and turned to leave.

Feng Shiwen looked at her back, clasped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly with her fingers.

After a while, she suddenly turned her head and looked at her elder brother: "Brother, why are you inviting her to your house? Don't you think she has brought enough bad luck to our Feng family?"

Feng Moyan turned around and went upstairs, his deep voice was calm without any ups and downs: "She said, she is not Yang Qianyu."

"You believe her nonsense! Don't forget how she lied to you back then!"

"Besides, even if she's not, just a woman who happens to look like Yang Qianyu, then you shouldn't bring her into your home! What do you make others think? You think you have no more love for your ex-wife, and treat this woman as a substitute?"

Feng Moyan had already walked to the second floor, his tone remained unchanged, "Shiwen, I'm a father, for Xixi's sake, don't just bring her home, even if—"

He suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was surprised by the sudden thought in his heart!

even what?

Could it be that he would really deal with this woman for the sake of his daughter?

Feng Shiwen slid a wheelchair towards the living room, looked up at her elder brother on the second floor, and raised her voice, "Whatever?"

"Brother! Don't be fooled by her! Do you really want to have something with her? What do you want Caiyue to do?"

"She loves you so much and has been waiting for you for so many years!"

"She...to please you and the Feng family, she even donated her body and organs to me to keep her life alive! You can't be ungrateful!"

Before the high-pitched and excited tone settled down, a frightened howl suddenly came from the villa!

Feng Moyan didn't have time to pay attention to his sister, his handsome face sank, he turned around and strode towards his daughter's room.

Looking at her elder brother's appearance, Feng Shiwen only saw that sickly stinky girl in her eyes, she was angry and angry, jealous and resentful!

At that time, her elder brother loved her very much, but because of Yang Qianyu's appearance, she was taken away from her elder brother's doting, which made her feel unhappy.

Later, she tried her best to wait until the woman disappeared completely, but she didn't expect another oil bottle to appear!

In the past few years, my brother only has his own daughter in his eyes, so he doesn't care about the life and death of her own sister!

Yang Qianyu is such a bitch, why must she be against her for generations!

Feng Shiwen, who was furious, called Yang Caiyue after leaving the villa.

"Wenwen, you finally called, how is it?"

Yang Caiyue and Xian Ran waited the whole time, and when Fang got connected, she hurriedly asked.

"It's not good. That woman did spend the night at my brother's house last night. When I passed by just now, she was about to leave."

Although Yang Caiyue knew the news a long time ago, she was still sad and angry when she heard this.

"How could Mo Yan do this...We clearly have a marriage contract, and he clearly knows that I love him so much, but he still does this, completely...don't care about my feelings at all."

Yang Caiyue began to sob as she spoke, feeling wronged.

Feng Shiwen was impatient, "Why are you crying? Can crying solve the problem?"

"Then what can I do? Your brother won't let me see him now! I really didn't expect that after waiting for so many years and paying so much, this would be the end result. I really... might as well die."

Feng Shiwen had a headache when she heard that, the eldest lady got angry and said in a deep voice, "Don't cry! Come out to see me, I have something to tell you."

Yang Caiyue choked with sobs and asked, "What's the matter, can't you talk on the phone?"

"It's related to your happiness, whether love will come or not." Feng Shiwen dropped these words and ended the call angrily.

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When Yang Qianyu returned home, Xiaoxiao was waiting at her residence.

"Sister, you didn't come home last night? What's the situation?"

Xiaoxiao's personality was jumpy, she stared at Yang Qianyu carefully, and then leaned forward and sniffed fiercely.

Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes and pushed her away: "I don't smell like a man, don't worry!"

"Oh, that's good! I thought you went to sleep with some powerful person in order to settle the matter on the Internet."

"..." Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes again.

"Then where did you go last night?"

"My ex-husband's house."

"What? Oops..." Xiaoxiao was about to go back to the sofa and sit down, but when she heard this answer, she fell to the ground in shock.

"You...then you, oh my god...did he recognize you? You two reunited last night, did you fight for [-] rounds? Then he was very happy and settled the black posts on the Internet?"

"Xiaoxiao, I don't think you should follow me as an assistant, but change your career to be a screenwriter."

Yang Qianyu took a sip of water, dropped the wig in her hand, and before she had time to sit down and catch her breath, she opened the door again and went upstairs to see her son through the safe passage.

Xiaoxiao was extremely curious, and followed her to gossip all the way.

Yang Qianyu knew that she couldn't hide it, and she didn't think about it, so she had to make a long story short: "He should still be suspicious, and there is no evidence to prove my identity. Last night, he came to the door to block me, saying that Xixi was sick, so I don't worry. If not, let’s go.”

Xiaoxiao stared at her big eyes, suddenly realized, and nodded: "So that's how it is." Seven

The two opened the door and entered the room. Yang Qianyu saw his son and told him in a low voice, "Don't tell them, I haven't figured out how to tell them yet."

"Don't worry, I know."

The two brothers were having breakfast, and when they saw their mother coming, they moved closer to each other and kissed.

Yang Qianyu picked up the eldest son and touched his forehead, and asked distressedly, "Is it better?"

"Well, it's much better..." Xiaoyu nodded, looked at his mother and suddenly asked, "Mom, the twins are sick, will they rush together?"