"..." Yang Qian gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but clench his delicate green fingers, as if he was thinking about whether to accept this suggestion.
After being silent for a while, she let go of her anger.
"Forget it, if I argue with you, I will look childish. Get up and drink soup. The doctor said you will have to undergo abdominal surgery in a few days. Please take good care of yourself."
He had no expression on his face and said in a low voice: "You know everything, right? From now on... I will always be like this."
"So what? You fell from the seventh floor and it's a miracle that you survived, okay? Do you still want to be alive and kicking and continue to be as evil and domineering as before?"
Feng Moyan "looked" at her, and opened his thin lips helplessly. After a while, he managed to say: "You seem... you want me to die?"
"If you insist on understanding it this way, there's nothing I can do about it."
Yang Qianyu knew that people like Feng Moyan were most afraid of pity and sympathy, so there was no need to say those comforting words and just go head-on with him!
Sure enough, when the two argued at the end, Feng Moyan got confused and was led by her: "Do you have the attitude of coming to visit a patient? Do you treat a patient like this?"
The woman smiled and said without mercy, "You still know that you are a patient? You don't cooperate with the doctor's treatment, you have a bad temper, you are unreasonable, you chase the caregiver, you scold the children - I see you live and work, how do you look like a patient?"
"..." Mr. Feng shut up completely and couldn't answer any more words.
Seeing that he was exhausted, Yang Qianyu snorted coldly and sat down by the bed, "Get up and drink some soup! If you don't cooperate again, believe it or not, I will throw a bowl of soup directly on your face!"
He also said that he would not be treated as a patient!
She was so busy that she even made soup herself and sent it to the hospital. Isn’t this attitude bad enough?
A person must be satisfied, otherwise he will never be satisfied and live unhappy.
Feng Moyan still remained silent.
Yang Qianyu slowly raised the head of his bed a little, then scooped up the soup, tasted it, and carefully fed it without boiling it.
The spoon touched the man's lips, but he remained motionless.
Yang Qianyu stared at his face. He was so thin that his facial features were as sharp as mountains, his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were pale, and his lips were dry and peeling - tsk tsk, he was really seeking death!
"You think I don't dare to throw it?" Before she finished speaking, she took back the spoon and was about to throw a bowl of soup on his face when he urgently said, "It's hot."
hot?
Yang Qianyu glanced at his awkward expression and exposed it mercilessly: "I just tried it, and it's not hot! You can also find a reliable one under the steps."
"..."
She fed it again, and this time someone opened his mouth obediently and drank.
"Are you really Yang Qianyu?" Mr. Feng asked confusedly after Shao Shao left.
The woman glanced at him, knowing what he meant.
When she took the next bite, she snorted coldly: "What, you think I'm cruel? Don't worry, we're divorced anyway, I won't domestically abuse you."
"..."
Is this really Yang Qianyu?
Then she has changed too much.
"Were you like this before my accident?"
"Why are you talking so much?" Yang Qianyu was impatient now.
The man's face drooped, he said nothing and drank the soup obediently.
He just felt weird.
If Qianqian turned into such a dominatrix, why would he still be obsessed with her? Why would he still be obsessed with her?
Are you sure Gong Beize didn't trick him?
After finishing a bowl of soup, Yang Qianyu knew that he didn't have enough, so without saying a word, she stood up and poured another bowl.
"I hope your attitude towards the children today is the first and last time. Next time I bring them over, you take the initiative to apologize to them." Yang Qianyu returned to business while feeding the soup.
Feng Moyan's face became a little more serious, and he whispered: "Don't bring them here..."
Yang Qianyu: "A son doesn't think his mother is ugly, haven't you heard this?"
Hearing this, Feng Moyan knew that she knew everything.
The little unknown emotions in her heart were clearly visible to her, which made Feng Moyan even more embarrassed and embarrassed.
Seeing that he remained silent, the woman did not get angry, and her tone of voice became calmer: "No matter what you become, in the eyes of the children, you are still an omnipotent superman."
He was slightly startled, raised his eyelashes, and his unfocused eyes flashed for a moment, "Do they think so?"
"What else? The world of children is very innocent and innocent, unlike some people who have a lot of messy thoughts in their minds."
"..."
"Speaking of which, you really opened my eyes. The Feng Moyan I know is not afraid of anything. He is so stubborn that even the King of Heaven has to give way. Now he is so depressed by this setback that he feels inferior and depressed."
Being complained about repeatedly, Feng Moyan was embarrassed and humiliated, but he couldn't help but defend himself: "This setback? I can't see my eyes, I can't move my whole body, my memory is confused and missing, I'm no different from a disabled person - you think it's nothing?"
"But you are still alive! As long as you are alive, everything is possible! And, even if you never get better, so what, you are still rich and powerful, have children, and as long as your brain is good, you can still create a life
value, do the career you want to do.”
Feng Moyan muttered: "You are trying to comfort me."
"To be honest, there are many people in this world who are worse off than you, and they should live well."
"Why should I compare myself to people who are worse off than me?"
"..." When Yang Qianyu heard this, she rolled her eyes angrily and shook her head, "Forget it, you'd better drink the soup and don't talk."
Before I knew it, the second bowl of soup was finished.
She put the bowl back and said: "There is still some in the thermos bucket. You can ask the nurse to heat it up and feed it to you later. Also, if your mother brings you soup, you can also drink some."
Mr. Feng listened to the meaningless words and was puzzled: "Why?"
"Why do you think so!? If you only drink what I give you, but not what your own mother gives you - they will hate me even more! You may be thinking in your heart that I will feed you ecstasy soup every day!"
Feng Moyan "stared" at her, was stunned for a few seconds and asked: "Why...why do you suddenly care about what my mother thinks of you? Do you want to do it again..."
"You're dreaming!" Knowing what he was going to say, Yang Qianyu interrupted hastily, "I don't want to be your Feng family's daughter-in-law anymore, and I don't want to improve the relationship with your parents. I just hope that I won't meet you every time.
War breaks out in them all. It doesn't matter if the children are not there, but if they are there, it will have a bad impact on them."
Outside the ward, Xu Hong put her hand on the doorknob and did not push it open.
Feng Zhenting looked at his wife's expression, took her hand, and dragged her away.
"What are you pulling me for? I have to go in and drive that vixen away!" Xu Hong said angrily.
Feng Zhenting looked back at her, "Your son is finally willing to eat something. Are you sure you want to go in at this time to cause another scene?"
"Who made the fuss?" Xu Hong asked, looking at her husband's face, she suddenly narrowed her eyes in surprise, "You are not also fascinated by that woman, are you?"
Before Feng Zhenting could say anything, she asked anxiously: "Do you really want to apologize to her?"
"Ahong, can you please stop getting so angry? Since we were really wrong in the past, we should apologize, but... this woman is indeed not suitable to be the daughter-in-law of the Feng family."
Xu Hong snorted coldly: "You are still confused! However, it is impossible to apologize unless she takes the initiative to send the two children back."