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

Gritting her trembling teeth, she was extremely wronged, desperate and sad, crying and begging: "Mu Fan, An An is missing, save him...I beg you, save him...Mu Fan... ...help, our son..."

The deep night is so quiet that it is dead silent.

Mu Wanqing curled up her thin body, clutching the phone tightly, holding her breath and listening to the movement on the other side of the phone.

But...she couldn't hear anything, it was silent.

Without the response from Admiral Fan, Mu Wanqing felt that her heart was completely cold just like this night.

She choked up and whispered: "Mu Fan, are you listening to my call?! I beg you, please answer me, okay?! An An, he was carried away by someone in a daze. I can't find him. You go Help me find him, okay?! Mu Fan..."

Yang Mufan stood on the open-air balcony on the third floor of a hidden private villa under his name, squinting his deep black eyes, looking straight at the scenery of the villa swallowed by the darkness, hearing Mu Wanqing's mournful cry, Weakness and despair lingered in his ears.

His delicate face, as carved by a knife, is so calm that there is not the slightest wave.

That indifferent look, like a bystander.

Seeing that Mu Fan didn't speak, Mu Wanqing thought it was because he didn't believe that An An was his son, and she became more and more emotional. She asked, "Mu Fan, are you afraid that I will lie to you, that An An is not your son?! Mu Fan , An An is your son, really your son, he looks exactly like you, you only need to take a look, you will know. Mu Fan, you trust me, okay?! I really didn't lie to you... I'll get rid of you and send someone to find him quickly, okay?! I'm worried that something will happen to him, Mu Fan..."

On the other end of the phone, there was still silence.

Mu Wanqing completely collapsed.

She sat on the ground, curling herself up into the smallest ball wounded.

What does he mean by not talking? !

Meaning: Does he care about An An's life or death? !

How could he be so cold-blooded? !How could...not even save his own flesh and blood? !

Mu Wanqing was so weak that she couldn't sit still, she fell to the ground powerlessly.

On the ground, the refreshing cold air penetrated through her thin clothes, penetrated into every inch of her skin and every cell, tightly enveloping her, and she shivered from the cold.

She is like a dying shrimp that has been stripped of its shell, shrinking and embracing itself.

It turns out that the world is so big, and it turns out that from beginning to end, the only one who can give her hugs and warmth is herself.

Mu Wanqing seemed to be paralyzed, with a pale face and no emotion at all. Facing the phone, she weakly introduced her son over and over again: "His first name is Yang Mu'an, and his nickname is An'an. In the spring of next year, he will He is three years old. He is very obedient, sensible, and smart. He likes to drink milk and eat fish soup. He said that if he drinks a lot of milk and eats a lot of fish soup, he will be tall and handsome like his father in the future. He is serious and serious When he was young, he liked to frown just like you, and his eyes were the same as yours, beautiful peach eyes. His only playmate, besides his sister Mu Xiaoni, was only a yo-yo. Every time I was busy with work, Sometimes, he would sit obediently not far from me, playing yo-yo alone, and the children in the kindergarten ignored him. The teacher told me privately that he would always draw in the classroom in the kindergarten, drawing all kinds of My father, tall, short, fat, thin, he said, he will draw many fathers, so that people will no longer bully him, and will no longer look down on him... Admire Fan, An An will follow me and live forever I am very unhappy and have been living very hard. I beg you, because he is your own son, don't be so cruel to him. He needs you so much. Although I have never met you, I know, He has always been dependent on you. Admire Fan, because I have known you since I was nine years old, can you bring him back?! I am worried that someone will bully him. He is still so young and fragile, how can he bear it? Little damage?!"