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

Probably not, if he hates her so much, he will definitely hate An'an to death.

Mu Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore, she turned around and disappeared with the fastest speed, turning her face away from her pale and thin face.

She walked quickly to the yellow fruit tree, squatted down, picked up An An, and fled in a panic all over her body.

An An was surprised.Isn't mom going to work? !Why did you come back suddenly? !Is the job done? !

He wanted to ask the reason, but he saw Mu Wanqing's face that was almost distorted because of suppressing it, and watched her tears fall uncontrollably one after another, rolling down rapidly with the drizzle flying in mid-air , An An didn't dare to say a word.

When Yang Mufan helped Sheng Sheng bandage his wound, he inadvertently glanced outside.

The thick wooden door was still half-closed, but the door was empty, and there was no sign of Mu Wanqing anymore.

Seeing him suddenly lost in thought, Wen Xiaorou followed his line of sight and asked curiously: "Mu Fan, what are you looking at?! Hurry up and help Sheng Sheng treat the wound."

Yang Mufan came back to his senses, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "It's nothing."

After speaking, he returned to his usual calm and indifferent attitude, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Xiaorou suddenly remembered something, she asked: "I heard someone ring the doorbell just now, who is it?! Why didn't I see anyone come in."

Yang Mufan replied: "The one next door, you pressed the wrong button."

"Oh." Wen Xiaorou nodded, and after a moment of silence, she asked again, "Mu Fan, what do you want to eat tonight, I'll make it for you. I just learned a delicacy of French foie gras, and I'll make it for you."

Yang Mufan said, "I have a very important charity party to attend tonight, so I can't stay at home to have dinner with you and Shengsheng."

"Oh!" Wen Xiaorou said "oh" again, but the disappointment in her eyes was clearly visible.

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Perhaps it was because the time was too early, the subway car was actually empty, there were only a few people, and it was sparse.

Mu Wanqing held An An's pitifully small hand with one hand, and sat on the chair with her back stiff, motionless and expressionless.

She stared blankly at the long tunnel passing by outside the window, and had the illusion of leading to hell.

Shen. Swimmed so hard that she passed the stop without any suspense. In the end, she had to take An An on the return journey.

When she walked out of the subway station, Mu Wanqing discovered that what was originally a drizzle had turned into a torrential rain.

It was clearly only three o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was as dark and dark as at night.

She stood at the exit, hugged An An tightly in her arms, freed up one hand, wrapped her coat around his small body, and whispered, "Wear it well, don't get caught in the rain and catch a cold."

An An pulled off her clothes and covered her body, and her childish voice sounded softly: "Mummy, you got caught in the rain."

Mu Wanqing's hair was wet.

Ever since seeing Yang Mifan, she really felt extremely uncomfortable.

The chest was suffocating, stuffy, and painful. She was about to be out of breath, about to suffocate.

Just as he was about to say something to An An, he was suddenly pushed hard from behind.

Mu Wanqing, who had no psychological defense at all, leaned forward.

She hugged An An and fell heavily to the ground.