"Don't worry about it!" Yang Qian's tone was urgent. He covered her from behind and hit her hard with her elbow, "Go away!"
The man hit her hard and didn't move away. Instead, he pressed closer to her. He took her hand from behind and quickly put it under the faucet. "Run it with cold water quickly. Don't burn yourself."
"I said I don't care, don't you understand?" She became angrier and her tone became higher.
Fortunately, the range hood was still on and the kitchen door was closed, so the children in the living room couldn't hear it.
"Feng Moyan, aren't you aloof and arrogant? Now you are so entangled with your ex-wife and you talk down to her. Don't you feel ashamed?" She turned back, her hair a little messy, and stared at the man from close range, speaking harshly.
Feng Moyan didn't look at her, his face was cold, he held her hand under the water with his big palm.
"How can it be called a shame for a man to pursue the woman he likes?"
"Like it? How much do you like it?" she sneered.
The man turned his head slightly and looked at her with a heavy gaze, "Full marks, is that enough?"
They were close to each other, and the man hugged her from behind, and the two embraced each other intimately.
Originally, Feng Moyan was much taller than her.
But because he held her hand and flushed the water, the man's tall and tall body was lowered a little.
So when he turned around for a moment, the two people's faces were facing each other.
The tip of the nose is touching the tip of the nose, and the lips are almost touching.
The words "Full marks, is that enough?" echoed in Yang Qianyu's ears, and her mind suddenly went blank as if someone had cast a spell on her.
The kitchen light shines down from the top of his head and is partially blocked by the man. The slightly dim light beam makes his facial features appear deeper, and his charming three-dimensional sense is not diminished at all.
The sound of running water and the roar of the range hood made the woman's back, which was pressed against the man's chest, feel like it was on fire, instantly becoming hot and numb.
Realizing that the atmosphere between the two was becoming ambiguous, Yang Qianyu pursed her lips, swallowed, and quickly turned back.
But the man still didn't miss the opportunity——
He retracted his wet palm, pinched her chin, pulled her face that had just been turned away, and leaned down to kiss her handsome face.
Everything was moving so fast that there was no room for resistance from the other party.
"Well..." Yang Qianyu's breath was blocked, her brows furrowed, and her body instinctively resisted the struggle.
But the man trapped her between his body and the sink, unable to move in the small space.
Feng Moyan kissed her deeply, wondering how long he had been thinking about this moment.
In this life, apart from his daughter, there will never be another woman who can so arouse his heart and make him dream about her.
In the past four or five years, he had occasionally thought that if he had not had to marry Yang Caiyue out of responsibility and morality, he would never have another woman in his life.
A man, with his daughter, lives like this with a pure heart and few desires.
Think of it as God's punishment for him.
Now that he has lost it and found it, he can only watch it from a distance. This is much crueler than living a life of pure and apathetic life.
He doesn't accept it.
Even if he spends everything he has, he still wants to save it.
For the sake of the children, but also for myself.
Yang Qianyu was unable to resist the gentle and passionate kiss. She couldn't push him away or push him away. In the chaos, she could only reach out and touch the spatula in the sink.
Raise it up——
Feng Moyan heard the sound of her taking the spatula, and his drunken eyes suddenly opened. The next second, he was frightened.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Are you really so cruel?"
The woman was panting, her cheeks were red, and even her earlobes seemed to be bleeding.
"Try again, see if I dare!" She breathed hard, calmed down the anger in her chest, and spoke bitterly.
The man's blood was boiling, and he just wanted to take her to the bedroom and bully her to the end without caring about anything.
But looking at her raising the spatula and her unyielding look, she still had the evil heart but not the courage.
"It's just a kiss, and it won't cost you a piece of meat..." He muttered lowly and took the spatula from the woman's hand.
"..." Yang Qianyu really didn't know what to say.
What a gangster!
"Is there anything wrong with your hand? Let me take a look..."
The woman was so angry that she was about to explode, but he acted like nothing was wrong and looked at her hand again when he couldn't kiss her.
"It's red, does it matter? Do you have any ointment at home?" he asked with concern, frowning.
"It's okay." Yang Qianyu took out her hand, turned and walked away with a cold face.
Dinner was ready. She turned off the range hood and turned on the rice cooker to fill the meal.
Feng Moyan stood where he was without turning around.
Yang Qianyu served the rice, but when she saw that he was holding it still, she said angrily: "Why are you standing there? Go tell the children to wash their hands and eat!"
The man turned back to look at her, his handsome face turned red inexplicably, and even his eyes flickered.
"Um...wait a minute-" As he said that, he turned on the faucet again and washed his hands first.
Yang Qianyu glanced at him and secretly cursed him for being sick.
When she turned back to continue serving food, she suddenly understood something and suddenly looked back at him.
"Feng Moyan, have you not had a woman in four or five years?"
Otherwise, how could it get out of control so easily?
It was a clear day and the children were outside. How could he have such thoughts?
This question made the man angry. He shook off the water in his hand and turned around: "I want you to take care of it!"
Yang Qianyu was stunned and stared at his back, suddenly feeling... horrified.
In a certain gangster's own words, during their three-year marriage, except for his business trip and the few inconvenient days for her every month, she worked every day.
She had always felt that Feng Moyan was an extremely lustful person.
He definitely can't live without women.
So as soon as he divorced her, Yang Caiyue was born.
She thought it was seamless.
Could it be...
Is she wrong?
However, he is in the prime of life and full of life. He can accept four or five days without a woman, but four or five years without a woman...
Wouldn't he be able to hold back his illness?
With this realization, Yang Qianyu suddenly felt strange in her heart.
What's so strange about it, I can't tell.
Outside, Feng Moyan, who had returned to normal, greeted the children to wash their hands and get ready to eat.
Yang Qianyu took the food out and quickly placed it.
The three brothers and sisters came back, climbed on the chairs one by one, and looked forward to it.
Feng Moyan stood next to the woman, looking at there were only four chairs on both sides of the dining table, and subconsciously asked: "Where should I sit?"
"There's no room for you, so you can eat wherever you like."
"..."
Mr. Feng was used to being cheeky anyway, so he immediately lifted his daughter and sat on his lap. He occupied her daughter's position - and it happened to be next to Yang Qianyu.
After sitting down, seeing the woman staring angrily at him, he smiled innocently: "Who told you that your dining table is so small? There are also few chairs."
"I didn't invite you here."
"Well, I did it voluntarily. You refused to come to my place even if you invited me three times, so I had no choice but to bring my daughter here to have a meal."
He took the bowls and chopsticks in front of the woman very comfortably, and smiled shamelessly at his son who was staring at him opposite, "Let's eat. It's rare for our family to get together today, so eat more."
Xiaoyu looked pale, looked at Yang Qianyu and complained: "Mom, how can there be such a shameless person."
Yang Qianyu smiled and sarcastically said, "It's hard to tell whether it's human or not."
She felt that the word "animal" was more appropriate.
Mr. Feng smiled instead of getting angry: "It's bad to say that to me in front of the children, right? If I weren't a human being, wouldn't they all be little beasts?"