"..." He remained silent, the expression on his face not changing at all.

"You have to think carefully, if you don't drink today, I won't come here in the future."

"If you don't come, you won't come. You take the children and go." He finally spoke and stated his position directly.

Yang Qianyu's face changed slightly, she looked at him with a frown, she was silent for a while, then she smiled and said, "I thought you would use your current appearance to pretend to be pitiful with me and make me feel guilty, so that I can serve you hard and without complaint from now on -

Who would have thought that you would become depressed, give up on yourself, and let me go free..."

Her face was full of disbelief, and she paused and continued to mock: "It seems that his brain is indeed broken, and he is no longer like the Feng Moyan before."

"..." The man pursed his thin lips tightly and his face was tense, obviously forbearing.

"However, whether you are still the same Feng Moyan as before, since I took the trouble to cook the soup and bring it to you, you have to drink it obediently. At least, I have to establish a good image in front of the children, otherwise they will think that mother

He is a cold-blooded and ruthless person - even though my father has become like this, my mother doesn't even care."

After saying this deliberately and half-aggressively, she put the spoon to the man's lips again, and her tone became impatient, "You drink quickly, I don't have much time to accompany you."

Feng Moyan finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Since you don't want to come, no one is forcing you!"

"Didn't I tell you that you have to maintain a good image in front of the children?"

"Then you've delivered it and you can go."

The woman said lazily but forcefully: "That's not okay. If I don't watch you drink it with my own eyes, if you make someone drink it, wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts?"

"..." Feng Moyan held back again, his empty and unfocused eyes became sharp, "Do you think this kind of provocation will be useful to me?"

"Why should I provoke you? What does your good have to do with me?" she asked back calmly.

"..."

She kept up her efforts, "Feng Moyan, if you were not the father of my three children, do you think I would still come to see you now?"

"..." He was still silent, but his face had turned horribly cold.

"Besides, you all know how sorry you were for me in the past. Shouldn't you make up for it now? Cooperate with my performance and let the children feel that their mother has done her best and did not treat their father badly - this is your responsibility and obligation."

Yang Qianyu said everything that needed to be said, used threats and provocations, ran out of patience, and ordered angrily: "Drink!"

The man's thin lips pursed for a moment, as if he was aggrieved or surrendered. He remained in a stalemate for a few seconds and finally opened his mouth.

Yang Qianyu sneered in her heart and fed her the soup.

Because she was full of breath, her movements were not very gentle, as if she had been poured into it.

Feng Moyan couldn't see, and he didn't know how much soup she scooped in one spoonful. He was caught off guard and choked.

"Cough...cough cough——"

A sudden cough shook his injured body. He twitched and convulsed while coughing. His entire face quickly turned red, and pain filled the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"How are you? Are you okay? Do you want to call the doctor?" Yang Qianyu was frightened and quickly put down the soup bowl. She was at a loss and did not dare to touch him, so she turned around and went to find the doctor.

When Feng Moyan heard her leaving, he quickly suppressed the pain and shouted: "Come back!"

The woman turned around, her face full of hesitation and nervousness, "You...are you really okay?"

The man lay down and gradually recovered, but he still coughed occasionally.

Seeing the sweat on his head and face, Yang Qianyu still couldn't bear it. She took the towel on the side and wiped him gently and carefully.

Feeling her gentle and delicate care, Feng Moyan felt inexplicably relieved.

I heard from Gong Beize that she had been back for some time, but she had never changed her mind - no matter how he showed his sincerity, she abandoned him like worn shoes and wanted to end the relationship.

So today's treatment can be considered a blessing in disguise.

"Are you... in pain?" Seeing that his brows had not relaxed for a while, Yang Qianyu put the towel back and asked in a low voice.

Feng Moyan didn't reply, but said sarcastically: "I don't think you came here to visit with good intentions, but rather you came here to seek revenge and murder."

"Ha! If I want to murder you, I won't save you!" Yang Qianyu picked up the soup bowl again, dropped these words, and brought the spoon to his mouth again.

This time, my movements were much gentler and more careful, like feeding a baby.

Feng Moyan drank the soup and looked at her, "Save me? What do you mean?"

Yang Qianyu didn't intend to say this at first, but when she saw that he was giving up on himself and his whole body was occupied by negative emotions, he felt that he should still say it.

"On the night you were rescued, the blood bank was in urgent need of type A blood. At that time, the doctor was fighting for time. If he was delayed for a second, he would be exhausted. Although your father's blood type is consistent with yours, his body cannot draw blood. It's me who draws blood.

I’ll give you three bags of blood, and wait until the blood center brings you some blood.”

Feng Moyan was stunned when he heard it. He put the spoon to his mouth and didn't move.

Yang Qianyu didn't urge you, but continued: "So, Feng Moyan, I think you saved your life. If you want to give up on yourself and live in chaos, you have to ask me if I agree."

The man said nothing, with a complicated look on his face.

The woman touched his lips with the spoon and motioned for him to continue drinking.

He opened his mouth, but instead of drinking the soup, he asked: "Don't you just want to leave me? Why did you save me?"

Yang Qianyu was angry when she heard this, "Just because I don't want to be with you doesn't mean I want you to die! In that case, anyone with a conscience would save her, right?"

After saying that, she became impatient again, "Do you want to drink? My arms are sore from lifting!"

Feng Moyan then opened his mouth and continued after drinking the soup: "So...your blood is flowing in my body now."

Yang Qianyu was afraid that he would think too much, so she said angrily: "There are still many people's blood flowing in your body."

"..." He was speechless.

The ward became quiet, except for the occasional sound of a spoon hitting a porcelain bowl.

The man who had been irritable for several days was like a tamed beast. He opened his mouth obediently and quickly drank the bowl of soup.

"Do you want more?"

He didn't say anything, but judging from his sexy rolling Adam's apple, it was obvious that he hadn't drunk enough.

Yang Qianyu's face showed an extremely contemptuous and speechless expression, and she turned around and poured out another bowl of soup.

Suddenly I realized that it was fine if he couldn't see.

In this way, she could roll her eyes at him fiercely, make faces, and show an expression of disgust and contempt - he couldn't see it anyway, haha!

Feed the second bowl of soup next.

The two of them haven't lived together peacefully like this for many years.

At this time, I could stare at his face without restraint, and my eyes silently traced his eyebrows, his face, his nose, his lips, and even the well-defined jawline.

The sunny and handsome face in my memory slowly merged with the mature and cold face in front of me.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, life was really unpredictable, who would have thought that Feng Moyan would be so miserable that he couldn't take care of himself.

In fact, she was so sarcastic just now, but deep down in her heart, she could understand him.

No one could accept such an earth-shaking change, let alone Feng Moyan, who was originally aloof and arrogant.

Alas...it's just that no matter what happens, life still has to go on.

Therefore, she still hopes that this person can cheer up soon.

No matter whether you can return to normal in the future, at least you should look like a normal person mentally and mentally.

After finishing the second bowl of soup, he had no intention of stopping.

But Yang Qianyu didn’t plan to continue feeding her.

"You have a special health, so you can't drink too much at one time. There is some left in the thermos bucket. When you want to drink it later, ask the nurse to heat it up and feed it to you." Seeing that he liked the soup, Yang Qianyu took the initiative and said

.

Feng Moyan said "hmm" in a very low voice, paused and asked again: "You... want to leave?"

Yang Qianyu observed his expression.

Obviously, he was reluctant to give up.

"Didn't you drive me away just now? My mission has been completed, so naturally I won't stay to bother you - oh, you can't see it now."

After saying this, she suddenly thought of something and inexplicably stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Feng Moyan felt the air blowing across his cheek, and said in a strange tone: "What are you doing?"

"Let me verify if you really can't see it!"

"..." The man was obviously speechless, his face showing displeasure, "Shouldn't normal people avoid my painful areas on purpose? What do you mean by always being like this?"

"You also said you are a normal person, but I think you are not normal now."

"..." Feng Moyan was angry again.

Yang Qianyu picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he was angry, she lazily explained: "Don't worry, I'm not that perverted, deliberately adding salt to other people's wounds. I'm just worried that when you suddenly regain your sight, you will deliberately pretend to be blind to gain sympathy."

He was so shocked that his tone changed color, "I used to be this kind of person?"

"More than that! You were more rogue than this before!"
To be continued...