"Or Xixi's custody?"

"certainly."

"There is nothing to talk about. If you want to live with Xixi, there is only one way - to come back here." He pointed with his jaw, with an extremely confident attitude.

Yang Qianyu left his head and smiled angry.

"Don't you feel shameless when you say this? Your fiancée is still lying in the hospital. It's because of you that she broke her leg. You are not going to be responsible and you are entangled with your ex-wife."

Let’s not mention Yang Caiyue’s character for the time being. Just talking about Feng Moyan’s approach is simply worse than a beast.

The man looked indifferent, "I am dealing with this matter, you don't have to worry."

"How to deal with it? Use your power to make her disappear?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why are you becoming aggressive now?"

Everyone said that this is his business and he will deal with it. Why does this woman still have to hold on to her?

Yang Qianyu found this funny, "I'm pushing people? Could it be that you've been pushing me all the time?"

"Is that so? Then you tell me, why did I force you?"

His attitude of having to settle down well, really aroused Yang Qianyu.

"You have forced me to be ruined, from the glamorous jewelry designer to the vixen mistress who everyone calls for now - isn't it your credit?"

Feng Moyan smiled, "This is your grudge between Yang Caiyue, how can I blame me? When did I not take the blame for you?"

"Are you taking the blame for me? It's clear that it's a solid impression!"

"It's not my fault. If I had known who you were, I wouldn't have allowed this to happen from the beginning."

A couple has a hundred days of gratitude, and he never thought of destroying his ex-wife.

Yang Qianyu was stunned.

Looking at his sudden affectionate face, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt that he couldn't continue talking.

After a pause, she stroked her hair irritably, "You are so sensible, I can't say it. Anyway, I must take it away. If you don't agree, we can only go through the legal way."

After saying this, she turned around and left.

But Feng Moyan had quick eyes and quick hands. He leaned over and reached out to grab her slender wrist.

The next second, she locked her in her arms.

Yang Qianyu frowned tightly, raised his hand and slapped it, shouting in anger: "Feng Moyan, are you enough? Don't use this trick at any time. Do you think it's very handsome, right? It's very greasy and disgusting!"

The man ignored it and put his hand around her waist, which could almost be closed and locked.

The other hand, domineeringly and forcing her to look up suddenly.

Yang Qianyu's words came to an abrupt end and he was forced to raise his face and face him.

The breath was so messy that the hair on the tip of her nose floated up by the breath and fell to her face.

A little itchy.

But she endured it, staring at the man with her seductive apricot eyes hatred.

"Let go!" She spit out two words from her teeth.

Of course men won't let go.

He stared at the woman's face carefully, as if he was wondering if this was the little girl who had been walking along the way when he was young.

How did it turn from a fresh and pleasant little jasmine into a wild rose full of thorns?

"Do you think you have a chance of winning by taking legal approach?"

After a long time, he said this.

Yang Qianyu knew what he meant, and was even more angry. He said firmly in his palm: "If it doesn't work once, I will appeal, and I will appeal until the victory."

The man laughed, "It's a bit stupid to say this. Do you want to spend more time with me? Can you spend more time with me?"

"What if?"

"If..." he smiled again, his thumb pinched on her cheek and moved it, and pressed it on her lips, "Even if you join forces with my parents, there is no chance of winning."

The woman's heart was shocked, did he know?

"What's more, have you ever thought about the consequences of acknowledging your identity?" Feng Moyan asked in a low voice.

"The consequences?" Yang Qianyu was stunned for a moment and said lightly, "As long as Xixi can be regained, I am not afraid of any consequences."

Speaking of identity, Feng Moyan suddenly frowned and remembered something, "By the way."

His eyes drooped and fell on her chest.

The hand that was originally pinching the woman's jaw suddenly pushed her V-collar collar away.

Yang Qianyu was so scared that he was almost furious that he hurriedly covered him: "What are you doing!"

The whole person instantly turned into cooked shrimps. She struggled violently and could not accept this person's rogue behavior!

Feng Moyan hugged her tightly and let her roll in her arms, just not letting go.

"You're thinking too much, I'm just curious about where the mole on your chest is gone."

Yang Qianyu suddenly stopped and stared at him.

It turned out that she misunderstood...

The atmosphere was silent. She swallowed, grabbed the collar on her chest and said angrily: "Do you care about me!"

The man smiled, circled her with his hands, and put his handsome face down ambiguously, "Don't you know... do I like that mole very much, especially my dear-"

Before he finished speaking, the woman hurriedly covered her mouth.

Yingying's eyes were filled with shyness, and it was almost dripping.

She covered the man's mouth and instinctively refused to allow him to continue talking, but when she realized that this action was quite beyond the rules, she became even more ashamed and angry.

He quickly took his hand off and turned around to escape!

But where can the man give her a chance?

Just as she took her hand, he leaned over, grabbed the woman's jaw and kissed her heavily.

"Um--"

The woman's eyes were so shocked that she rounded her eyes and raised her hand to hit her. He pinched her wrist and cut it back to her back to fix it.

This action made the two more intimate, and her whole body crashed into the man's arms.

All the oxygen in the chest was discharged, and she frowned and closed her mouth and struggled, but the man relied on his height advantage to lock her in his arms, and no matter where he hid, he could not get rid of his kiss.

"Even if you abandon all the conflicts and misunderstandings in the past and start all over again, won't it work?"

During the competition, the man's thin lips pressed against her, as if he was murmuring, and as if he was asking questions, he suddenly spoke up.

The body, which was still resisting, suddenly stiffened and stopped in his arms.

At the distance between the fabric, each other can hear each other's heartbeat.

Messy, mixed, and miraculous resonance.

Feng Moyan didn't dare to look at her, but just hugged her tightly, buried her handsome face on the side of her neck.

"No matter who is right or wrong, it has passed. It's been more than four years. What else can you forget? Hum?"

"Or, just pretend that Yang Qianyu is dead. Your name is Ruan Qing, a jewelry designer. You just met me - let's start over."

His voice was low and gentle, solemn and slow.

Because his chest cavity was close, he made every sound and his heart could feel the vibration of his bones.

It was obviously one sentence, but it seemed like I heard it twice.

Once, it was the ears.

Once, it was the heart.

Yang Qianyu was in a mess, and was held by him like a puppet without any response.

But deep in my heart, it was like a boiling firework, instantly lit up something.

Sounds beautiful.

The past disappears and everything begins again.

However, how could things be as simple as he thought?

Yang Caiyue will not quit.

The Feng family will not agree.

She herself can't pass this level.

Moreover, when he knew that he had two sons hidden, he would definitely be furious, and everything he said would disappear in the air like farts.

He yelled rationally not to listen or believe, but his hands seemed to be numbed by him and he lost the strength to push him away.

Fortunately, a sudden sound came from the living room downstairs.

"Oh~ Did we come here by chance? Didn't you bother you?"
Chapter completed!