Yang Qianyu was angry and naturally didn't want to be intimate with him.
But as he said, this guy was injured. If she injured him while struggling, she would inevitably have to go to the hospital again.
It has been two months since he fell from the building. His injuries have been recurring and he has never fully recovered.
If the injury is not good, you cannot do leg rehabilitation.
The longer the delay, the greater the impact on the nerve function of his legs, and the less likely he is to stand up in the future...
Therefore, she did not dare to move.
Yang Qianyu was forcibly kissed by him, and she was thinking a lot in her mind.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
He just bullies himself.
Knowing that she was soft-hearted, she deliberately took advantage of him.
Feng Moyan noticed that she was distracted and bit her lips gently.
The woman cried out in pain: "You are sick!"
The man temporarily stopped kissing, but his hands did not let go. Their faces were close to each other, and their eyelashes were fighting.
"My kissing skills are so bad? At this time, you are still wandering." His face was full of displeasure, and he was quite shocked.
Yang Qianyu thought of the teasing about his poor skills on the phone in the morning, snorted with a half-smile, and said rudely: "You are not only bad at kissing? Now believe that I am not slandering you!"
Before he finished speaking, he noticed a sudden change in the look in the man's eyes.
It was too late for her to escape. He grabbed the back of her head and her breath was taken away again.
"Feng Moyan...you, please stop making trouble...don't think I dare not take action!"
His kiss was so overbearing that Yang Qianyu couldn't resist it at all. She blushed and said harsh words intermittently with her heart pounding.
But how could Feng Moyan be willing to listen?
Men's dignity cannot be challenged, especially in matters like this.
Speaking of the current posture of the two of them, it's not like he has no chance to prove himself...
Thinking about it like this, the blood all over my body boiled more and more, and I almost burst into cheers.
"Qianqian...Qianqian..." He murmured vaguely while kissing each other, and each sound was melted into each other's bones.
Yang Qianyu knew what he meant. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and her heart beat like a drum.
"Feng Moyan, you...don't act recklessly, your injury is not healed, and your leg -"
How could he still think about those things when he looked like this? It was simply unbelievable!
"Besides, this is in the car, in the car, please wake up!"
She gently pushed the man's shoulder, trying to leave his arms. Her voice trembled violently when she spoke. She didn't know whether she was frightened by him or influenced by him. The temperature of her whole body rose sharply, and she felt like she was in a steamer.
But the man didn't listen.
Still holding her tightly.
His handsome face was buried in her neck, and he kissed the side of her neck lovingly.
Yang Qianyu trembled all over, and the place he kissed seemed to be on fire.
"Feng Moyan...you, please stop making trouble. This posture makes my waist hurt. It's so uncomfortable...let go quickly, or I'll get angry!"
This is also true.
He had just forced her to pull her over and trapped her in his arms for a kiss. She was half-twisted and her waist was almost broken.
Maybe her words made her angry, maybe she noticed her discomfort, Feng Moyan finally sobered up a little, and his rationality gradually returned.
"You...sit on my lap." After a moment, he looked at the woman with burning eyes and asked in a low voice.
Yang Qianyu had just relaxed a little, but her eyes widened when she heard this, "You——"
"Don't worry, don't mess around, let me hold you for a while." It was rare for the two of them to be alone without children making trouble around them, so he wanted to enjoy it for a while.
But women are doubtful.
I've even started to picture that picture in my mind.
Although she has been engaged, and although she is not young anymore, she is not open-minded about matters between men and women.
She can't accept any of the popular methods nowadays.
Feng Moyan knew she had misunderstood. He smiled sexyly across his thin lips and scratched the bridge of her nose with one hand, "What are you thinking about? You wear so many clothes and I'll be home by the time I finish stripping you off."
"..."
The woman lowered her head and looked at herself - it was okay, she was already past the age of exposing her body in winter, and leggings and a sweater were the minimum respect for the cold winter.
Now it seems that it is also to protect myself.
If this was summer and she was wearing a skirt and stockings, he would have torn them apart with his bare hands.
Seeing that he looked miserable and was sweating on his forehead, Yang Qianyu glared at him: "You deserve it!" Then she asked coyly, "Can you do it? I'm really heavy now..."
If his legs were crushed, it would be the end.
Mr. Feng's eyes darkened, "Don't ask a man whether he can do it or not, otherwise you will get burned!"
"..." This bastard is truly a gangster.
"Hurry up, sit in my arms and let me give you a good hug."
He asked again, like a stubborn child asking for sweets.
Yang Qianyu rationally didn't want to talk to her, but for some reason... she always felt something strange about her body.
It seems that there is a voice inside, clamoring for a man, for a man...
What a hell.
She had been celibate for so many years and had never felt that she had such a need. Why was she kissed and hugged by him just now, which made her feel as if she had been drunk.
"Qianqian..."
The man murmured again, and she slowly stood up from her seat with a blushing face and shy eyes that seemed to bleed.
Still hesitating, the car suddenly turned and she was thrown away by the inertia. She whispered and threw herself into the man's arms.
Mr. Feng hugged her full, turned his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, he was very happy: "This is a good hug..."
She stood in front of the man with her legs spread apart, her hands hooked around his neck, and her upper body in his arms.
The posture was very embarrassing, but there was nothing she could do about it, she didn't dare to really sit in his arms.
"Are you OK?"
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
But she was still worried, so she let him hug her for a while, and then got up: "Okay, I've hugged you and kissed you, stop making trouble!"
She wanted to step back and sit back in her seat, but Feng Moyan was unwilling to let go, so he put his hands around her waist and pressed hard.
"Ah... Feng Moyan!"
"It's okay, you're not that heavy."
His face did not look painful, but his eyes were bright and his whole person was full of energy.
Yang Qianyu was hesitant and slowly sat down - face to face posture.
Before she could do it, the man retracted his arms, hugged her tightly, and kissed her again.
This position is much more comfortable than the twisting and turning just now.
The woman's original intention was to resist, but when her breath was taken away by him and her entire senses were filled with the fresh and fragrant breath of his body, her reason suddenly collapsed.
She hugged the man's neck, closed her eyes, and couldn't help but fall into the tenderness and sweetness.
————
When they were about to return to the Royal Garden, Yang Qianyu left his arms and returned to his seat to sit down.
Feng Moyan didn't try to hold him back anymore, he just picked up the thin blanket on his legs and covered it around his waist.
Yang Qianyu caught a glimpse of it, but pretended not to see it.
At this time, she didn't dare to make a joke, otherwise this bastard would say anything, and she would be the loser in the end.
The carriage was quiet for a while. Finally, the hot and suffocating breath dissipated and the air became calm again.
The man suddenly spoke, his tone still hoarse, "Are you feeling better now?"
She turned her head quickly and looked at the man.
Soon, I figured it out.
Was he trying to divert her attention by making such a random fuss?
Feng Moyan saw her staring at him in surprise and said nothing. He smiled softly and held her hand: "Just leave your father's matters to me. You can just go to work and work hard on your career."
We have gone through so much together, and if we still divide it between you and me now, all those hardships will be in vain."
Yang Qianyu didn't say anything, but she felt warm and springy in her heart.
When I got home, the children rushed up to me happily, and my parents kept shouting.
When Yang Qianyu saw the children, no matter how much trouble she had in her heart, she always had a smile on her face.
"Baby, mommy is cooking today, what do you want to eat?" She squatted down and asked gently.
Xiaozhou was the first to report the menu: "Can the lion head be okay? My favorite!"
But Xixi held her mother's face, looked around, and asked puzzledly: "Mom, are you sick and have a fever? Why is your face so red?"
"Uh--" Unexpectedly, her daughter's eyes were so sharp. Yang Qianyu's cheeks immediately turned redder. She put the back of her hand against her hot and wet forehead and said with a smile, "No... maybe the temperature of the air conditioner in the car was set too high.
hot."
Xiaoyu is smarter.
Seeing my father who was sitting in a wheelchair and following him into the house with a rosy face and a cheerful look, I suddenly understood something. He pulled my sister over and said, "It's an adult matter. Children, please don't ask too much. What do you want to eat?"
Xixi muttered, "Aren't you a child too, huh! You still say that to me."
Yang Qianyu knew that her eldest son must have seen something, and she felt even more guilty. She smiled with the children and immediately got into the kitchen.
Feng Moyan's voice came: "You are tired after a day's work, let the kitchen do the work."
"It's okay, I rarely have time." The woman had already entered the kitchen as if she was running away.
Feng Moyan knew that she was shy and deliberately avoided it, so he followed her.
He was in a good mood today and the children's mother was cooking again. He simply didn't go upstairs and was playing with the children in the living room.
This house is so lively and lively, it finally feels like a home.
After the meal was ready, Yang Qianyu helped the children wash their hands and get ready to eat.
The three little ones cheered and lined up to go to the bathroom.
The food was put on the table and when they were about to start, Yang Qianyu's cell phone rang.
"Who hit him?" Feng Moyan asked.
"It's Fei Fei, you can eat first." The children in the restaurant were too noisy, so she picked up the phone and turned away.
"Xiaoyu, your biological father who is worse than a beast is looking for trouble with you again?" Fisher got straight to the point.
Yang Qianyu was taken aback, "How did you know?" She just realized what she was asking, "Has the video been posted online again?"
"Yeah... the title is quite scary. My own daughter killed her father while driving. It's so cruel and cruel that it's outrageous!"
Yang Qianyu frowned, how could this happen?
It was clear that the onlookers were on her side at that time, so why did it become an attack on her when it was posted online?
Moreover, she explained to the onlookers at that time that she and the person who touched the porcelain were not father and daughter.
"However, you don't have to worry too much. This time netizens are not so easy to deceive. Many people say that the video has no beginning and no end, like malicious editing. Think about it, is there any way to get the complete video content?
, post it online, and the rumor will be self-defeating."