At this moment, Feng Moyan felt like a thief who had been caught.
And Yang Qianyu is the confident and confident master.
The personality levels of both parties are clear at a glance.
Faced with the woman's cynicism, Feng Moyan naturally couldn't say that he missed her so much that he couldn't sleep, his blood boiled all over, and a cold shower was useless - so he ran over secretly, wanting to hold her secretly and talk to comfort her.
So, he could only quickly find another reason: "Who climbed into your bed? I came to call you. Xixi kept calling her mother in her dreams - you didn't say that if your daughter needs you at night, just go there.
?"
Yang Qianyu crossed her arms and looked at him condescendingly: "Do you think I believe your lies?"
The man became angry again and sat up from the bed. The woman shrank her shoulders and stepped back in fright.
"That's true, believe it or not!" He said this angrily, pushed the woman away, and walked away.
Yang Qianyu staggered due to his push and almost hit the wall. She turned back and stared at his back and cursed angrily: "Feng Moyan, should you go to a psychiatrist! I suspect there is something wrong with your brain!"
The man naturally ignored him and disappeared.
She couldn't sleep in the first place, but after this fuss, Yang Qianyu couldn't sleep anymore.
After muttering angrily in her heart for a while, she returned to the bed and sat down, her face still looking ugly.
Within a few minutes, a faint cry was heard in the still night.
At first she thought she was hearing something, but then she concentrated carefully and suddenly stood up.
It's Xixi who's crying.
I quickly went to the master bedroom and saw the man who had just returned to the bedroom picking up his daughter and coaxing her.
But the little girl didn't know if it was a nightmare. Even when she was held by her father, she was unconscious. She kept struggling in his arms and screamed without knowing what she was saying.
Yang Qianyu was worried and quickly stepped forward: "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"
"Why did you come in here? Don't you worry about what I will do to you now?" The man coaxed his daughter while squinting his eyes and mocking her sourly.
Yang Qianyu was so angry that she suddenly kicked him hard, then snatched her daughter into her arms.
"Hiss——" Feng Moyan was caught off guard, his waist bent in pain, and he rubbed his calf bone with one hand.
"No wonder that little kid also likes to kick people. It turns out it's hereditary!"
"You are the one who is being kicked! What's wrong?"
Yang Qianyu hated him, hugged her daughter, turned around and walked away, coaxing her gently, over and over again.
But Xixi seemed like she couldn't hear her. She cried and struggled, sometimes calling her mother, sometimes calling her father, and shouting "no, no, no" and so on.
The baby was about to turn five years old, and his small body was quite heavy. If he kept moving around like this, Yang Qianyu really couldn't resist it, and the posture of holding him was quite awkward.
"Can't you hear what she's calling?" After coaxing her for a while, she still couldn't figure it out. Yang Qianyu's arms were sore, so she turned around and shouted at the man who was watching coldly.
Feng Moyan leaned against the bed, still indifferent to being yelled at, and even felt a little gloating: "She didn't wake up at all, no matter who hugged her."
How is that possible! You’re still crying and haven’t woken up yet?
Yang Qian was staunch in her tone. Seeing that the little girl had runny nose and tears, she growled again: "Then you can use a tissue to wipe her tears and nose, right?"
The man still had a half-smiling face, and he leaned closer for a few seconds before standing up and grabbing a cotton tissue.
Yang Qianyu couldn't hold her anymore and sat down by the bed.
The man came over and wiped the little girl's tears and nose.
"Xixi, mom is here, dad is here too, we are all with you, just open your eyes and take a look... don't be afraid..." Yang Qianyu continued to coax.
Probably because she was tired from crying, the little girl slowly calmed down, opened her big wet eyes and looked at her mother.
He didn't say a word, just leaned so softly in his mother's arms, clinging to her like a sloth.
Yang Qianyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man: "Has she ever made trouble like this before?"
"Well, it's more common before the age of two, especially when you're sick and uncomfortable. It's common for you to have troubles several times a night."
Feng Moyan stared at her with deep eyes, and when he said this, his tone was very ordinary.
"I was obviously stimulated today. I was afraid that my mother would be snatched away. I was having nightmares..." He paused and continued.
Yang Qianyu looked at his dull expression and suddenly didn't know what to say, so she had to stay silent.
It's hard to raise children, and no one understands it better than her.
In the first year after giving birth to her child, she hired two Filipino maids to take care of her, working in shifts day and night. She even fainted several times from exhaustion.
Overworked and severely deprived of sleep.
At that time, she was extremely lucky that Feng Moyan gave her "youth loss compensation" during the divorce, and she accepted it without ceremony.
Otherwise, during those years, she would have to raise a child and study for a degree. With no income, how would she live?
Thinking of this, she felt that this bastard still had some conscience, and her expression immediately softened.
"Actually... I'm quite surprised that you can take good care of Xixi so well." She suddenly sighed.
Feng Moyan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, a little confused, "It's really rare to get your praise."
"..." She curled her lips and stopped talking.
Feng Moyan glanced at her, wondering if it was because of his conscience, and said: "It's not easy for you to take care of two kids, isn't it?"
Yang Qianyu didn't answer.
I'm afraid that when I mention my two sons, there will be another quarrel later.
"Although I have grown up now and it is not as hard as when I was a child, the older the little brat gets, the more naughty it becomes. How can you control it in the future? When you come back to me, at least... there will be more people to share the burden for you."
Yang Qianyu just thought that this mouth that couldn't spit out ivory finally said something human, but who knew that the theme would be exposed next - she should still bring the child back.
She snorted coldly and said rudely with a straight face: "Do you think you can control it? Do you think they accept you?"
If you don't accept him as a father, how can you discipline him?
When he said this, Feng Moyan turned cold again, "They don't accept it. Isn't it your 'credit'?"
"Don't be so quick to spit on others."
"That's strange! If you hadn't instigated it, how could they be so hostile to their biological father?"
Feng Moyan sat up a little, his handsome face became serious, "Yang Qianyu, do you know that you are passing on your personal grudges to your child and using your child to take revenge on me? This is a very stupid behavior!"
"I -" Yang Qianyu hugged the child and looked back at him, wanting to clarify and explain, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to explain.
This scene is all too familiar.
He always labeled her based on his own imagination.
It was the same when he slandered her.
After all, they grew up together as childhood sweethearts and have known each other for so many years. Why is his understanding of her so superficial?
Is she that kind of person?
For the sake of personal grudges, dragging innocent children into this?
"If you insist on thinking that way, then..." She was speechless, paused, and then dropped the words.
Feng Moyan was also angry when he saw her attitude.
Every time there was a conflict or misunderstanding, she was too lazy to explain.
I always break the jar, throw it away and throw away such self-defeating words.
"Can you stop having this attitude? Is there something you can't talk about properly?"