"This is nothing to talk about. If you want to live with Xixi, there is only one way - to come back here." He tapped his chin, his attitude was particularly determined.
Yang Qianyu raised her head and laughed 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 have no intention of taking responsibility and are entangled with your ex-wife."
Putting aside Yang Caiyue's character as a person, just talking about Feng Moyan's behavior is simply worse than a beast.
The man looked indifferent and said, "I am handling this matter, you don't need to worry."
"How to deal with it? Use your power to make her disappear?"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, "Why have you become so aggressive now?"
They have already said that this is his business and he will handle it. Why is this woman still holding on to her?
Yang Qianyu thought this was funny, "I force people? Aren't you always forcing me?"
"Really? Then tell me, let's see how I forced you?"
He looked like he wanted to settle things properly, which really aroused Yang Qianyu.
"You have driven me to ruin, from a glamorous jewelry designer to a vixen mistress that everyone calls and beats now - isn't it all your fault?"
Feng Moyan smiled and said, "This is the grudge between you and Yang Caiyue, how can you blame me? When have I not taken the blame for you?"
"Are you taking the blame for me? It's obvious that you're letting me take the blame!"
"You can't blame me for this. If I had known who you were, I would never have allowed this to happen from the beginning."
Husband and wife live together forever, and he never thought of destroying his ex-wife.
Yang Qianyu was stunned.
Looking at his suddenly affectionate expression, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated and I felt like I couldn't continue talking.
After a pause, she stroked her hair irritably, "You are so glib, but I can't explain it. Anyway, I have to take Xixi away. If you don't agree, we can only take legal action."
After saying these words, she turned around and left.
But Feng Moyan had quick eyes and quick hands. He leaned forward and reached out to grab her slender wrist.
The next second, he locked her in his arms.
Yang Qianyu frowned tightly, raised her hand and smacked her, yelling angrily: "Feng Moyan, have you had enough! Don't do this all the time, you think he's handsome, don't you? It's greasy and disgusting!"
The man ignored her and put his hand around her waist, almost locking her tightly.
The other hand raised her chin domineeringly, 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.
She was panting messily, and the hair hanging on the tip of her nose floated up due to the breath, and fell on the side of her face again.
A little itchy.
But she endured it and glared at the man with her seductive almond eyes.
"Let go!" She spat out two words between her teeth.
Of course men won't let go.
He stared at the woman's face carefully, as if wondering if this was the little girl he had been with since childhood.
How did it change from a fresh and pleasant little jasmine to a wild rose covered in thorns?
"Do you think you have a chance of winning if you take the legal route?"
After a long time, he uttered these words.
Yang Qianyu knew what he meant, and became even more angry. She said categorically in his palm: "If it doesn't work once, I will appeal and keep appealing until I win."
The man laughed, "It's a bit stupid to say this. If you want to waste time with me, can you defeat me?"
"What if?"
"What if..." He smiled again, and moved the thumb on her cheek to press it on her lips, "Even if you join forces with my parents, there is no chance of winning."
The woman's heart was pounding, and he knew it?
"Besides, have you thought about the consequences of admitting your identity?" Feng Moyan asked in a low voice.
"Consequences?" Yang Qianyu was stunned and said calmly, "As long as I can get Xixi back, I'm not afraid of any consequences."
Speaking of identity, Feng Moyan suddenly frowned and remembered something, "That's right."
His eyes drooped and fell on her chest.
The hand that was originally holding the woman's chin suddenly moved downwards and pushed open the skirt of her V-neck shirt.
Yang Qianyu was so frightened that her hair almost exploded, and she quickly covered her head: "What are you doing!"
Her whole body instantly turned red like cooked shrimps, and she struggled violently, completely unable to accept this man's hooligan behavior!
Feng Moyan hugged her tightly and let her roll around in his arms without letting go.
"You're overthinking it. I'm just curious about where the mole on your chest went."
Yang Qianyu suddenly stopped and stared at him.
It turns out she misunderstood...
The atmosphere was silent. She swallowed, grabbed the collar on her chest and said angrily: "You care about me!"
The man smiled, wrapped his hands around her, and pressed his handsome face ambiguously, "Don't you know... I like that mole very much, especially the kiss--"
Before he finished speaking, the woman hurriedly covered her mouth.
Her eyes were filled with shyness, almost dripping from her eyes.
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 embarrassed and angry.
Quickly take your hands off and turn around to run away!
But how could a man give her a chance?
Just when she took her hand off, he leaned forward, grabbed the woman's chin, and kissed her hard.
"Well--"
The woman's eyes widened in shock, and she raised her hand to hit her, but he pinched her wrist and held it in place behind her back.
This action brought the two people closer together, and her whole body ran into the man's arms.
All the oxygen in her chest was expelled. She frowned and closed her mouth and struggled, but the man took advantage of his height to lock her tightly in his arms. No matter where he hid, she could not get rid of his kiss.
"Even if you abandon all the conflicts and misunderstandings in the past and start over, wouldn't it work?"
During the game, the man put his thin lips against hers, seeming to murmur or ask a question, and suddenly uttered these words.
The body that was still resisting suddenly stiffened and froze in his arms.
Through the distance between the cloth, each other can hear each other's heartbeat.
Messy, mixed, and miraculously resonant.
Feng Moyan didn't dare to look at her, he just held her tightly, his handsome face buried in the side of her neck.
"No matter who is right or wrong, it has passed. It has been more than four years. What else cannot be forgotten? Huh?"
"Or, just pretend that Yang Qianyu is dead. Now your name is Ruan Qing, and you are a jewelry designer. You have just met me - let's start over."
His voice was low, gentle, solemn and slow.
Because the chest is so close, every time he makes a sound, his heart can feel the vibration of his bones.
It was one sentence, but it seemed like I heard it twice.
Once, it was the ears.
Once, it’s the heart.
Yang Qianyu was completely confused and was held by him like a puppet, showing no reaction.
But deep inside, something lit up instantly like boiling fireworks.
It sounds so beautiful.
The past disappears and everything begins again.
However, how could things be as simple as he thought?
Yang Caiyue will not quit.
The Feng family would not agree.
She couldn't pass this test herself.
Moreover, when he finds out that he has hidden two sons, he will definitely be furious, and everything he says now will disappear in the air like farts.
Reason screamed: Don't listen or believe it, but your hands seemed to have been anesthetized by him, losing the strength to push him away.
Fortunately, there was a sudden sound from the living room downstairs.
"Hey~ Didn't we come by chance? We didn't bother you, did we?"