During the three years they were married, although they were not loving, she was unable to resist every time they were intimate. She was often so tired that she was listless the next day and didn't even bother to get out of bed.
His thoughts were racing, his cheeks felt warm unconsciously, and his heartbeat was out of rhythm.
Yang Qianyu quickly stopped her reverie and said seriously: "Mr. Feng, I'm going back."
After finishing her words, she turned to leave.
Feng Shiwen said bluntly: "Yang Qianyu, do you think we won't recognize you if you come back with a different name? What are your intentions? Let's just show your cards!"
Yang Qianyu stopped walking and turned around.
Before she could reply, out of the corner of her eye she saw a man with a lustrous upper body already walking around the sofa and almost walking to her side.
This gangster...
"Miss, you have recognized the wrong person. I am not the Yang Qianyu you said." She deliberately ignored the man's presence and calmly replied to Feng Shiwen.
"Huh, do you think we are stupid and stupid?"
She turned her face away helplessly, and after a moment she came back to herself and said rudely: "You are indeed stupid and stupid. There are many people who look alike in the world. You insist on describing me as a dead person. Could it be that you are sick?"
"You——" Feng Shiwen never expected to be reprimanded by her like this, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Feng Moyan stood beside her, looking at her hibiscus-like face without makeup, his memory receded to a distant corner.
"You stayed with Xixi most of the night. Thank you for your hard work. Let's have breakfast before leaving." He whispered, trying to persuade the woman to stay.
I don't know why, but I just don't want her to leave.
Yang Qianyu didn't dare to look at him, she only felt that the hormonal aura lingering around her was bewitching her mind like a drug.
She needs to leave quickly!
"No need, we met by chance, there really shouldn't be any more involvement." After saying this, the phone rang, it was the driver of the special car who had arrived.
She never looked directly at the man, picked up the phone politely, and turned to leave.
Feng Moyan stood there, his eyes following her retreating back.
They all disappeared, but he still stared blankly.
Feng Shiwen witnessed this scene and clasped her fingers tightly on the armrests of her wheelchair.
After a moment, she suddenly looked at her brother: "Brother, why did you invite her to your home? Don't you think she has brought enough bad luck to our Feng family?"
Feng Moyan turned around and went upstairs, his deep voice calm and without any fluctuation: "She said, she is not Yang Qianyu."
"You believe her lies! Don't forget how she lied to you back then!"
"Besides, even if she isn't, she's just a woman who happens to look like Yang Qianyu, then you shouldn't bring her into your home! What do you want others to think? I think you have lingering feelings for your ex-wife and regard this woman as your
substitute?"
Feng Moyan had already reached the second floor, and his tone remained unchanged, "Shiwen, I am a father. For Xixi, let alone just bring her home, even if-"
He suddenly paused, frowning slightly, surprised by the thought that suddenly appeared in his mind!
Even what?
Could it be that he would really continue to deal with this woman for the sake of his daughter?
Feng Shiwen slid her wheelchair closer to the living room, looked up at her brother on the second floor, and asked in a high-pitched tone, "What?"
"Brother! Don't be fooled by her! Do you really want to have anything 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... in order to please you and the Feng family, she even donated her body organs to me to extend her life! You can't be ungrateful!"
Before the high-pitched and excited tone could settle 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 ran towards his daughter's room.
When Feng Shiwen looked at her brother's appearance, all she could see was that sick and smelly girl, and she felt angry, angry, jealous and resentful!
Back then, her brother originally loved her very much, but it was because of Yang Qianyu's appearance that his love for her was taken away, which made her feel unhappy.
Later, she tried her best to wait until the woman disappeared completely, but unexpectedly another one came!
In the past few years, my brother only has eyes for his own daughter, so why does he care about the life and death of her biological sister?
How come Yang Qianyu, a bitch, has to be against her for generations!
Feng Shiwen was furious and called Yang Caiyue after leaving the villa.
"Wenwen, you finally called, how's it going?"
Yang Caiyue had obviously been waiting. As soon as Fang got through, he asked hurriedly.
"No, that woman did spend the night at my brother's house last night. When I went over just now, she was about to leave."
Although Yang Caiyue had known the news for a long time, she was still sad and angry when she heard this.
"How could Mo Yan do this... We are obviously engaged, and he obviously knows that I love him so much, but he still does this, completely... he doesn't care about my feelings at all."
Yang Caiyue started sobbing as she spoke, feeling aggrieved.
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 putting in so much effort, this would be the end result. I really... might as well just die."
Feng Shiwen had a headache after hearing this. The eldest lady lost her temper and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop crying! Come out to see me and tell you something."
Yang Caiyue asked with even more sobs: "What's the matter? You can't talk about it on the phone?"
"It's related to your happiness, whether love comes 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 stayed out last night? What happened?"
Xiaoxiao had a lively personality. She stared at Yang Qianyu and looked at her carefully, then leaned forward and sniffed fiercely with the tip of her nose raised.
Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes and pushed her away: "It doesn't smell like a man, don't worry!"
"Oh, that's good! I thought you found some powerful person to sleep with you in order to settle the matter online."
"..." Yang Qianyu gave her another look.
"Then where did you go last night?"
"My ex-husband's house."
"What? Ouch..." Xiaoxiao was about to go back to the sofa and sit down. When she heard this answer, she fell to the ground in shock.
"You... then you guys, oh my god... did he recognize you? Did you two reunite last night and fight for 300 rounds? And then he was so happy that he settled the black posts on the Internet?"
"Xiaoxiao, I don't think you should follow me as an assistant and become a screenwriter instead."
Yang Qianyu drank some water and dropped the wig in her hand. Without even having time to sit down and take a breath, she opened the door again and went out, taking the safe passage upstairs to see her son.
Xiaoxiao was extremely curious and followed her to gossip.
Yang Qianyu knew that she couldn't hide it, and she didn't want to hide it, so she had to keep it short: "He should still be just suspicious, and there is no evidence to prove my identity. He came to my door in person last night to block me. Xixi is sick, and I can't worry about it."
, and went."
Xiaoxiao stared with big eyes, realized, and nodded: "So that's it."
The two opened the door and entered the house. Yang Qianyu saw her son and whispered: "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 when they saw their mother coming. They came close to each other and kissed.
Yang Qianyu picked up her eldest son, touched his forehead, and asked distressedly: "Are you feeling better?"
"Well, much better..." Xiaoyu nodded, looked at his mother and suddenly asked, "Mom, if multiple twins are sick, will they rush together?"