"Shiwen, why are you back so early?"

Feng Moyan spoke, which was so shocked that Yang Qianyu suddenly turned around.

Seeing his somewhat unlucky dress, the woman unconsciously evoked memories from four years ago in her mind.

He is a scumbag, but his figure is first-class.

Wide shoulders and narrow buttocks, strong chest muscles, bright abdominal muscles, and charming and seductive mermaid line.

And, full of energy.

During the three years of being a couple, although they were not loving, she was unable to resist every time she was intimate. She was often so tired that she was listless the next day and couldn't even bother to get out of bed.

My thoughts flew, my cheeks unconsciously warmed up, and my heartbeat was chaotic.

Yang Qianyu quickly gathered his imagination and said seriously: "Mr. Feng, I'm back."

After the words came, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Feng Shiwen said bluntly: "Yang Qianyu, do you think we can't recognize you when you change your name? What's your intention? Let's show up!"

Yang Qianyu stopped and turned around.

Before he could fight back, he saw from the corner of his eye that the man with his shiny upper body had already walked around the sofa and walked to her side.

This hooligan...

"Miss, you recognize the wrong person. I am not Yang Qianyu in your mouth." She deliberately ignored the existence of the man and calmly replied to Feng Shiwen.

"Ha, do you think we are stupid and stupid?"

She reluctantly left her face, and after a moment she returned to the right, she said bluntly: "You are indeed stupid and stupid. There are many people in the world who look like you. I have to call me a dead person. Could it be that you are sick?"

"You-" Feng Shiwen never expected that she would be so angry that she would be speechless.

Feng Moyan stood beside her, looking at her face as she was not as beautiful as a lotus, and her memory retreated to a distant corner.

"You have been with Xixi for the middle of the night. Thank you for your hard work. Have breakfast before leaving." He whispered, trying to keep the woman.

For some reason, I just didn't want her to leave.

Yang Qianyu didn't dare to look at him, but felt that the hormonal aura that was lingering around him was like a lustful medicine.

She has to leave quickly!

"No need, we meet by chance, there shouldn't be more involved." After the words, the phone rang, and the driver of the special car arrived.

She never looked at the man in front of her eyes, answered the phone politely, turned around and left.

Feng Moyan stood there, her eyes following her back as she walked away.

They all disappeared, and he was still staring blankly.

Feng Shiwen witnessed this scene and pressed her fingers against the wheelchair armrests tightly.

A moment later, she suddenly looked at her brother: "Brother, why did you ask her to come to the house? Do you think she has brought us the Feng family not enough bad luck?"

Feng Moyan turned to the stairs, his low voice calmly and without any slight ups and downs: "She said, she is not Yang Qianyu."

"You believe her nonsense! Don't forget how she lied to you back then!"

"Besides, even if she is not, she is just a woman who happens to look like Yang Qianyu, then you shouldn't have brought her home! What do you want others to think? You feel that you have no love for your ex-wife, so treat this woman as a substitute?"

Feng Moyan had already walked to the second floor, and his tone remained unchanged, "Shiwen, I am a father. For Xixi, let alone just bring her home, even--"

He suddenly stopped, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and was surprised by the sudden thoughts in his heart!

Even what?

Could it be that he really would deal with this woman for his daughter?

Feng Shiwen slid into the living room with a wheelchair, looked up at her brother on the second floor, and raised her tone: "Even if it's something?"

"Brother! Don't be confused by her! Do you really want to have something with her? What should you do if Caiyue asks me?"

"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 can even donate her own body organs to me to prolong her life! You can't be ungrateful!"

The high-pitched and excited tone had not yet settled, and a frightened howl suddenly came from the villa!

Feng Moyan didn't have time to pay attention to his sister, and his handsome face sank, turned around and strode towards his daughter's room.

Feng Shiwen looked at her brother's appearance, with only the sickly stinky girl in her eyes, and she was angry, jealous and resentful in her heart!

Back then, my brother loved her very much, but because of Yang Qianyu's appearance, she felt unhappy when she separated her brother's love for her.

Later, she tried her best to wait until the woman disappeared completely, but she didn't expect another scoop!

In recent years, my brother only has his own daughter in his eyes, so he doesn’t care about her life or death!

Why does this bitch Yang Qianyu have to go against her for generations!

Feng Shiwen, who was furious, called Yang Caiyue after leaving the villa.

"Wenwen, you finally called, how about you?"

Yang Caiyue was obviously waiting, and Fang Yi asked hurriedly.

"Not really, that woman did spend the night at my brother's house last night. When I just passed, 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 can Mo Yan do this... We clearly have a engagement, and he knows that I love him so much, but he still does this, and he doesn't care about my feelings at all."

Yang Caiyue sobbed as she spoke, feeling wronged.

Feng Shiwen was impatient, "What are you crying? Can crying solve the problem?"

"What can I do? Your brother doesn't let me see him now! I really didn't expect that after waiting for so many years and paying so much, the end of this is the result. I really... it's better to die."

Feng Shiwen was frustrated when she heard this. The eldest lady was angry and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't cry! Come out and see me, and tell you something."

Yang Caiyue sobbed even more, "What's the matter? Can't you say it on the phone?"

"It's related to your happiness, whether love comes or not." Feng Shiwen left this and ended the call unhappily.

———

When Yang Qianyu returned home, Xiaoxiao was waiting at her residence.

"Sister, did you not go home last night? What's the matter?"

Xiaoxiao jumped in character, stared at Yang Qianyu and looked at him carefully, then came up and sniffed his nose.

Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes and pushed her away: "Don't feel ashamed!"

"Oh, that's good! I thought you went to find some powerful people to sleep with you in order to settle the matter online."

"..." Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes again.

"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, but when she heard this answer, she fell to the ground.

"You... Then you guys... did he recognize you? You two reunited last night. Did you fight for three hundred rounds? Then he was very happy and settled the black posts on the Internet?"

"Xiaoxiao, I don't think you should follow me as an assistant and change your career as a screenwriter."

Yang Qianyu took a sip of water and threw down the wig in his hand. Before he could sit down and take a breath, he opened the door and went out to walk upstairs to see his son.

Xiaoxiao was very curious and followed her all the way to gossip.

Yang Qianyu knew that he couldn't hide it, and he didn't think about hiding it, so he had to say a long story short: "He should still be just suspicious, and there is no evidence to prove my identity. He came to block me last night. Xixi was sick and I couldn't rest assured, so he went."

Xiaoxiao stared at her big eyes, realized it, and nodded: "So that's how it is."

The two opened the door and entered the room. Yang Qianyu saw his 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, and they leaned closer to each other to kiss.

Yang Qianyu picked up his eldest son and touched his forehead, and asked with distress: "Are you better?"

"Well, it's much better..." Xiaoyu nodded and looked at his mother and suddenly asked, "Mom, multiple twins are sick, will they rush together?"
Chapter completed!