Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Nan Juefeng thought for a while, and then said: "Then An An knows why uncle doesn't go home to eat with An An?!"

"..." Yang Mu'an frowned after hearing this, thought about it seriously, and then shook her head innocently.

Nan Juefeng changed his posture and embraced Mu An.Although I really like this little thing, but I haven't seen him for a while, and finally, the adoring Mu'an, who has grown a little, is pressing on his gunshot wound, and it really hurts.

Nan Juefeng asked solemnly: "That's because Aunt Wen is sick and hospitalized, and my uncle is staying with Auntie in the hospital. An An thinks that Aunt Wen is more important, or eating dinner."

This time, Yang Mu'an did not hesitate and said unceremoniously, "Aunt Wen."

"That's right." Nan Juefeng seemed to be educating his son, "Then tell Dad Feng, can An An lose his temper at uncle."

"..." Yang Muan shook her head, those eyes, like those of a puppy, were extremely pitiful.

Nan Juefeng touched his little head, while secretly sighing in his heart: This little guy is so immature and kind, he is so cute; on the other hand, he had to admit: Damn, the son who admires Fan is too easy to fool ,Cool!

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Fourth floor.

The study room with no lights turned on was shockingly dark, and the darkness spread silently.

Yang Mofan sat in front of the desk, maintaining a posture, motionless, like a sculpture without any consciousness.

The tall and straight silhouette, in the darkness, became more and more cold and resolute, exuding an aggressive and cold aura.

Boom~boom~boom.

A slight knock on the door suddenly broke the dead silence of the room.

But hearing the knock on the door, Yang Mufan could already imagine how timid and cautious the other party was.

Frowning, admire Fan didn't move, didn't make a sound.

After a short silence, the knock on the door sounded weak and dull again.

When Yang Mufan guessed who was knocking on the door, Yang Mu An's weak voice sounded vaguely through the thick wooden door.

"Uncle... Uncle... Can An An come in?!"

Hearing that it was his son who knocked on the door, Yang Mufan was not only surprised, but also extremely confused.In addition to his looks, he felt that he admired An like himself, and his temper was undoubtedly like him.

How could that little thing come to him before he took the initiative to ask for peace? !

While admiring Fan was in a trance, there was already the sound of "creak~ creak" from the thick wooden door.

Without hesitation, Yang Mifan turned on the lamp on the desk.

In an instant, the originally dark room was brightened by the orange light.

Admire Fan's long and narrow black eyes, he immediately caught the adoring Mu An standing at the door, he twisted his handsome sword eyebrows, fell silent for a moment, and then asked in a concise and low voice: "What's the matter?!"

Hearing this, Yang Mufan not only misread it himself, but also for some other reason, he actually saw: Yang Muan pulled his ears back and his neck shrunk, looking like he had done something wrong and was waiting to be taught a lesson.

Yang Muan stood at the door, hesitated for a long time, but did not say a smooth word, when Yang Mufan was coaxing people, he suddenly said: "Uncle, are you still angry with An An? !"