Yang Qianyu stared at him, so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
Is this what he means?
So, are you thinking wrongly?
"Of course, if you are willing to kindly take care of my other 'physiology', I would also love it." His smile grew stronger and more evil, staring at the woman's white and smooth skin after bathing, which was so smooth that it could be broken by a blow.
Desire rose in my heart, "After all, after our divorce, I have been keeping my integrity until now..."
"That's enough!" Yang Qianyu couldn't listen anymore and interrupted hurriedly, bypassing him and walking to the other side of the big bed.
"I don't care about you, you can sleep wherever you want. Anyway, if you dare to be dishonest, be careful I will kick you down!"
After saying that, no matter how he got into bed, he opened the quilt and got in, burying himself tightly.
Feng Moyan knew that she was shy and confused, so he looked at her with a smile and stopped joking.
I sent instructions to Wang Cheng on WeChat. About half an hour later, there was a knock on the room door.
Yang Qianyu originally hid under the quilt because she didn't know how to face him, but she was so exhausted that she fell asleep in an instant and fell unconscious.
Feng Moyan opened the door and came back with the ointment. The wheelchair went directly to where she was sleeping.
The corner of the quilt was pulled down a little, and the man looked at her peaceful face and whispered softly: "Qianqian? Qianqian?"
I don't know whether it was because her shyness had not faded away, or because it was covered by the quilt, but her fair and delicate face was blushing, and her dark and thick eyelashes were spread on her eye sockets like butterfly wings...
Looking down, you can see the straight and delicate nose, lips as red as cherry blossoms, the slightly open collar of the bathrobe, the looming spring light...
He fell into trance and was so mesmerized by the sight that he forgot what he was going to do. Only two words were floating around in his mind -
Kiss her.
This is his Qianqian, a beauty that has been immersed in his entire youth since childhood, and has long fascinated him.
But he wasted four or five years of his life.
Now that he has finally found it again, how can he restrain his restless and eager heart?
The man's eyes were blurry, and his handsome face couldn't help but move closer. His thin lips pursed slightly, then slowly stretched, and finally, they lightly pressed against her soft and fragrant lips.
There seemed to be a sigh of contentment in his heart, but he only restrained it for a moment, and then his whole heart quickly fell, and the kiss became more and more intense.
Yang Qianyu was sleeping deeply. When she noticed that her breathing was blocked, she did not wake up from her deep sleep. She just frowned and turned her face slightly.
Feng Moyan was startled, thinking she was awake, so he quickly raised his head and stared at her nervously.
However……
A false alarm.
She didn't wake up, she just turned around and turned her back to him.
He relaxed, pursed his thin lips slightly, and couldn't help but brush his lips with the tip of his tongue. It was obvious that he still had unfinished thoughts and endless aftertaste.
This was the first kiss between the two of them since his accident.
He kissed her secretly like a thief.
Thinking of this, Feng Moyan smiled helplessly - Gong Beize was right, he had fallen into the hands of this woman his whole life.
Being so cautious, groveling, and groveling, how could he still be in Feng Moyan's style?
Forget it, just let it go, you are obsessed with it.
When he came back to his senses, he straightened his face and his brain became clear again.
Seeing that she turned over, exposing the injured side of her waist, he smiled silently, then lifted her bathrobe, silently applied medicine to her, and applied a calming and soothing plaster.
The whole process was conducted according to the rules. His hands did not take the opportunity to cause trouble, and his eyes did not take the opportunity to dry up.
It's not that he is a gentleman, it's just that... he doesn't want to torture himself.
I don’t know if this broken body can be healed. If it can’t be healed, won’t I have to look at plum blossoms to quench my thirst in the days to come?
Why--
At night, Yang Qianyu fell into a nightmare.
In her dream, she fell into an abyss. The strong feeling of weightlessness shook her whole body and woke her up from fear.
With her heart pounding and her back feeling cold, she opened her eyes, but before she knew where she was, her body fell into a fragrant and warm embrace.
"It's just a dream, I'm here..." A familiar voice came to your ears, and a hand gently patted your back. Your heart, which was beating wildly a second ago, seemed to be soothed in an instant.
It turned out to be a dream...
When he comes, he stays with you.
An unprecedented sense of security filled her heart. She turned around, followed the instinct in her heart, and leaned closer to him.
She didn't ask how he fell asleep, nor did she reject his intimate contact. In the confusion, she actually asked: "Do you want to help you turn over..."
In the darkness, the man's face changed slightly, as if he was surprised or excited, and then he hugged her tighter and said in a slow and gentle tone: "No, just go to sleep..."
She was really sleepy, after all, she couldn't sleep for more than a day and a night, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Immersed in his rich and fragrant breath, my mind was at peace. This night, nightmares never came again.
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The sun breaks through the fog, and a new day begins.
At the airport where the plane crash occurred, the huge and fragmented "iron box" was still standing precariously.
The burned place was pitch black, like a scene of wreckage at the end of the world, making people feel sad and shed tears just by looking at it.
The death toll from air crashes is also rising.
For those seriously ill patients, even if doctors tried their best to treat them, they could not be saved from death.
As a witness, my instinct is to escape from all news about the plane crash.
But as a survivor, Yang Qianyu couldn't help but want to know some news, and wanted to hear more injured people escaped danger and survived.
This kind of contradictory mood made her whole mood still at a low ebb, and she had no energy.
Feng Moyan was afraid that she would suffer psychological consequences, so he still called professionals to provide her with psychological counseling.
After the two-hour psychological treatment, she walked out and the man was waiting at the door.
As soon as I looked up, I fell into his worried eyes.
"How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He stepped forward, raised his hand to hold her hand habitually, and squeezed it tightly.
Yang Qianyu was still not used to his sudden intimacy. She turned her thin hand slightly, broke away, and whispered: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. I want to take a rest."
"Well, then you go back to your room and lie down while I talk to the psychiatrist."
She nodded and turned back to her room.
Feng Moyan watched her lie down and then came out in a wheelchair.
Gong Beize, Wang Cheng and others were waiting outside, and when they saw them coming out, they all looked worried.
"After experiencing such a serious air crash, the patient now suffers from a certain degree of psychological stress disorder, mainly characterized by nightmares, anxiety, fear, pale complexion, difficulty falling asleep, etc."
Feng Moyan's face darkened slightly, and his heart skipped a beat, "Is it so serious? Can it be cured?"
"Through timely psychological crisis intervention, combined with drug control, and at the same time, your family and friends will give you more care and love, you can usually recover. I will prescribe some medicine first, and when her symptoms are severe, she can take them according to the dosage, which will help stabilize her.
Emotions."
"Hmm..." Feng Moyan nodded slowly, suddenly remembered something, and asked again, "Then can she still fly in the short term?"
It takes eight or nine hours to fly back from Dubai. But it is not in China. You can go back by yourself if you work hard.
If her psychological shadow is serious and she cannot fly in the short term, then returning to the country will be a problem.
If there were no children, he wouldn't be in a hurry. It would be okay to stay with her for a while, just treat it as a honeymoon trip.
But the children were alone at home, and his own family of origin was a time bomb.
In a dilemma, Feng Moyan didn't know what to do next.
The psychiatrist shook his head, "This... given her current condition, she is not suitable for air travel."
"Okay, I understand, thank you doctor."
After hearing what the doctor said, Feng Moyan was worried that she was sleeping alone in the room. He ordered Wang Cheng to go get the medicine from the doctor, and he hurried back to the room.
Yang Qianyu was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, but she was not asleep.
Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes again and saw the man sitting by the bed with a frown on his face, staring at her intently.
"What's wrong? Is my condition serious?" She sat up slightly and leaned against the bedside. Looking at the man's sad look, she smiled slightly and said, "Don't listen to the doctor's scaremongering. I think it's fine, so don't think about it.
That scene is fine."
Feng Moyan also smiled along with her, and held her hand habitually, comforting: "The doctor said the problem is not serious, and it will get better after some time. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried about myself, but I'm worried about the triplets."
As a mother, no matter where I go, what I think about and worry about the most are my children.
"It's been a week since I came out. They must have missed me. Now that you've come to my place, there are only three of them at home..."
"Don't worry, I told Aunt Rong and Ah Quan that they will take good care of the three little guys."
Having said that, a mother naturally wants to take care of her child herself, so she can rest assured that no one can see her in person.
After thinking for a moment, the woman looked at him and said, "Or... let's leave for home tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?" Feng Moyan's face darkened and he looked at her for a while, "You... still dare to get on the plane now? And it's a flight of eight or nine hours."
When he asked, Yang Qianyu was visibly shaken, her face turned pale, and the hand he held in his palm also twitched.
Feng Moyan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.
Sure enough, the psychiatrist was right, she is not suitable to take flights now.
"Qianqian, don't worry, Ah Quan will tell us if anything happens. My mother...she is in the hospital now, and she won't cause trouble for the children for the time being."
"Okay..." After hearing what he said, Yang Qianyu felt a little more at ease. "At this time, it should be afternoon in China, right? Have they finished school? You can send them a video."
"It's the weekend, they are at home, I will send them right away."
Seeing that she was more energetic, Feng Moyan thought that talking to the children would help her get out of her psychological shadow, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a video to China.
At Yuyuan Villa, Aunt Rong looked at the incoming video line and was a little panicked: "Ah Quan, sir, the video is here. What...what should I do? Miss Xixi's face is still swollen, you can definitely see it."
Ah Quan took the phone and went upstairs, not knowing what to do.
Xiaoyu was tinkering in front of his laptop, and when he heard the sound of the video, he understood: "Is it mom?"
"Well, Master Xiaoyu, Miss Xixi was beaten..."
The little guy thought for a moment and took the phone, "Don't worry, I won't blame you."
The video was connected, and Xiaoyu appeared in the camera first.
Seeing her sons, Yang Qianyu smiled on her face.
"Baby, do you miss your mother?"
"I wonder, Mom, are you feeling better after your illness?"
"Well, it's better."
Xiao Zhou came over and asked immediately: "Mom, when are you coming back? You see, I think you have lost weight as you think!" The little guy pinched his chubby face and tried hard to prove that he had lost weight.
Feng Moyan was amused by his dramatist son, "I see you have no one to restrain you. You have obviously gained weight after eating too much."
"No, I just had three bowls of rice at noon."
"Xiaoyu, why don't you see your sister?" Yang Qianyu asked confusedly, not seeing her daughter.
Xiao Zhou wanted to speak, but Xiao Yu immediately turned the camera around and said, "Mom, my sister is still sleeping."
"Are you still sleeping at this hour? How can you sleep at night?"
Before Xiaoyu could answer, the sounds of Aunt Rong and Xixi talking could be heard outside the study.
"Miss Xixi, listen to my brother. Let's call our parents later and stop chatting on video." Aunt Rong coaxed Xixi who was about to come in and wanted to take her away.
"No, I miss my mother too. I want to ask her when she will come back." Xixi fussed and refused.
Not only was her face red and swollen, but there were also marks on her body. Her back hit the leg of the coffee table and there was a big bruise.
Aunt Rong didn't dare to hold her too hard for fear of hurting her, so the little girl escaped as soon as she broke free and ran into the study.
"Miss Xixi! Miss Xixi..."
When Xiaoyu saw his sister barging in, he quickly stopped him: "Sister, wait a minute -"
Over the video, Yang Qianyu heard the sound and immediately asked: "Is my sister awake? Ask her to come over and talk to her mother."
Before she finished speaking, the sweet and lovely face of the little girl appeared in the camera, "Mom! When will you come back? That old witch is so hateful! She came home yesterday and wanted to take away my brothers. Fortunately, I was brave enough! I protected my brother.
them!"
Xiaoyu's face fell. Seeing that he could no longer hide it, he sighed: "Sister, have you forgotten what your brother told you?"
Yang Qianyu was shocked when she heard her daughter's words. Then she heard her son ask this, and she became more and more sure that something was wrong at home.
"Xixi, what's wrong with your face?" Before Ah Quan came forward to answer, Yang Qianyu saw that her daughter's face was obviously red and swollen, and her expression changed drastically.
"Mom, let me tell you." Xiaoyu took the phone, his handsome little brows furrowed, and he clearly recounted what happened yesterday.
"Mom, I thought you were still sick, so I didn't ask Aunt Rong and the others to tell you and dad. Don't blame them. My sister had some injuries. The family doctor took a look at them. They were not serious. They left some ointment..."
"Mom! I was so brave yesterday! I bit that old witch! She will definitely not dare to come again!" Xixi is a heartless person, still showing off her bravery and fearlessness, trying to get praise from her parents.
Yang Qianyu could not control her tears as she listened to her son's description and imagined the scene.
She had seen Xu Hong's face more than once.
Thinking of them taking advantage of the situation and abusing the children like this, her heart broke.
Feng Moyan saw that her mood was fluctuating so much that he didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hold her arm and stroke it gently.
"Qianqian, please calm down, I will contact them immediately..."
The woman couldn't calm down and didn't care that the children were still watching from the other side. She turned around and vented her anger and heartache on him, "Feng Moyan! Didn't you say that your mother was in hospital and wouldn't trouble the children?! You