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

And Wen Xiaorou, when Mi Fan started the car and disappeared into the increasingly dark night, the smile that was high on the corner of his mouth slowly dropped bit by bit.Important game? !Is it? !Since there is work to be done, why not even bring an assistant? !If you want to secretly have dinner with Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan, you have to see if she is willing to give him a chance.

Wen Xiaorou's eyes were full of savagery and viciousness, reflecting the dim orange street lights, it was extremely terrifying.

She turned coldly and wanted to go to the basement.

But the moment she turned around, she saw at a glance that Sirius was staring straight at her with...very confused, very surprised, and very disgusted eyes.

In an instant, Wen Xiaorou's heart skipped a beat——

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black. swan. luxury. cakes.In the back kitchen of the cake shop, such a scene appeared.

"Mom, mom, uncle doesn't like cream, add a little less cream, there is really too much cream."

"Mom, mom, and uncle don't like to eat fruit either, so don't add so much fruit, just a little less."

"Mom, mom, and uncle don't like chocolate at all. You add so much chocolate, do you want to be disgusted by him?!"

"Mommy mommy……"

"Mommy mommy……"

"..."

Mu Wanqing was completely speechless.

She stared angrily at the round eyes, looking at the brat who was lying on the cooking table, she was not allowed to put this one, and she was not allowed to put that one.

With an angry and petulant attitude, Mu Wanqing pushed the cake and said quietly: "No cream, no fruit, no chocolate, then... little handsome An An, tell me, what to put?! What does uncle like to eat?!"

"..." Admiring An An's charming and beautiful little peach blossom eyes, looking up at Mommy who was obviously angry, he thought for a while, and suddenly thought of something, he exclaimed, "Mom, An An knows what to add to it." Already?!"

"What?!" Mu Wanqing's tone was cold.

"Uncle likes to drink, can you put the wine on it, can you?!" Yang Mu'an said seriously, oh, no, very seriously.

As soon as she heard the opinion, Mu Wanqing's head was covered with black lines.

Put wine on the cake? !

Did she hear correctly?

Wine is liquid, how to put it on the cake? !

Thanks to this brat who can figure it out.

Thought on the cake: you can put whatever you want? !

Simply, too whimsical.

……

After finishing the cake, it was already 08:30 in the evening.

Mu Wanqing held the cake carefully, and when she rushed to the restaurant, she asked the front desk, and found that Yang Mufan hadn't arrived, so she felt relieved.

After booking the best and largest private room, Mu Wanqing and Yang Mu'an sat at the dining table in an orderly manner, staring straight at the cake placed in the middle of the table.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Admiring Mu An asked: "Mom, why hasn't Uncle come yet?!"

Mu Wanqing was also a little anxious and worried.It's so late, is it possible that Yang Mofan is still working? !Seeing that, at ten o'clock, the restaurant was about to close.

Another Italian restaurant.

The manager of the restaurant, holding the menu, walked into the VIP box, saw the stern figure sitting in front of the dining table, and shivered immediately: "Mr. Yang, it's getting late, do you want to order first?!"