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

He stepped on the brake, looked and looked with wide eyes. When he was sure that the person was indeed Mu Wanqing, he frowned, glanced at the traffic lights, and then looked at Mu Wanqing again. Finally, he stopped the car He parked on the side of the road, didn't even take an umbrella, and rushed over...

At five o'clock in City A, it was still raining heavily.

The unlit small apartment looked a little dim, with a hint of depression. .

Tang Moyu helped An An wash in hot water, and found that Mu Wanqing was still wearing wet and dirty clothes, curled up on the sofa like a sculpture without any feelings or thoughts, motionless.

The rain, along her messy hair, rolled down rapidly one after another.

Because of being against the light, her expression melted into the shadows. Against the background of the darkness, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Not knowing what she was thinking, Tang Moyu said in a low voice: "Go take a hot bath and change into a set of clean clothes. If you wear wet clothes like this, you will catch a cold."

Mu Wanqing's thoughts drifted away and she didn't respond.

When Yang Muan saw him, his black eyes gleamed with sharp light, and he turned around quickly. Finally, he ran into the kitchen wearing little slippers, "pata~pata", stood on tiptoe, took Mu Wanqing's cup, and poured it carefully. A cup of hot water, and ran back to the living room "pata~pata".

Short and small body, very agile, but very clumsy.

The hand holding the hot water cup was extra cautious, afraid of spilling the water.

Going to Mu Wanqing's side, Yang Muan raised her head slightly, and then seriously shouted: "Mommy, drink some hot water."

Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes slightly, looking at her son who was staring at her with bright eyes, she couldn't help feeling her nose ache again.

Raising a hand that was so cold that there was no warmth at all, and lovingly stroking his cute little head, Mu Wanqing forced a wry smile and said softly, "Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she moved her body, leaned over to admire An's forehead, and kissed him lightly.

This is a habit formed unconsciously between their mother and child.

The reason why Mu Wanqing kissed him was very simple: she always felt that her son, being able to help her with things, was a gift from God to her.

She didn't know how many times he could help her carry water in this life, or how long he could talk to her, maybe it was a lifetime, maybe he would disappear tomorrow, so...she always had a grateful heart Heart, to deal with the bit by bit between their mother and child.

Yang Muan was like a little adult, when he heard his mommy say thank you, he instinctively replied "No thanks", then tiptoed and kissed Mu Wanqing's side face lightly.

"Mum, uncle told you to take a bath, and said that if you don't take a bath, you will get sick, Mummy, don't get sick." Yang Muan said with tears in his eyes.

When Mu Wanqing saw her, she said very seriously: "An'an, you heard Mommy say that you are a man, and a man can't shed tears or cry casually, you know?! A man should be brave."

Yang Mu'an nodded, although she was young, she forcibly suppressed the tears in her eyes.

Tang Moyu quietly stood aside and watched.

After Mu Wanqing collected her thoughts, she saw Tang Moyu, she stood up from the sofa, and thanked her gratefully: "Manager Tang, thank you very much today, if you hadn't sent our mother and son back, maybe we are still in the shower now." rain……"