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

Yang Mufan didn't speak, but pursed her thin lips with cold lines, which were constantly exuding cold air, even tighter.He stared straight at Admiral An's little eyes showing a trace of arrogance and stubbornness in fear, and spread his beautiful hands to the side: "Give me the porridge!!"

Hearing this, a maid immediately held a bowl of porridge and respectfully placed it in his palm.

Yang Mufan skillfully stirred the porridge with a spoon, and while feeling the temperature of the porridge, he told the maid: "Clean up the room roughly, and then all go out."

Yang Mufan didn't lose his temper, and all the maids secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Quickly cleaned up the broken bowls and chopsticks in the room, and the porridge that fell on the floor, as fast as everyone could flash.

The moment the door was gently closed, Admire Fan's tall and straight body leaned straight on the wide and soft bed, without looking at Admiral An, he ordered in a low but menacing voice: "Come here."

Yang Mu'an stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, guardedly, without any intention of going forward.

Admire Fan is clear: it is obviously impractical to come to hard.

and so……

He picked Xia Ying's pretty sword eyebrows, and asked leisurely: "You don't want to see Mommy anymore?!"

When Yang Mu'an heard this, her eyes became sharp: "Will you let my mother come to see me?!"

"It depends on your performance." Admire Fan spit out a sentence indifferently.

Admire An, like a puppy, squatting on all fours on the bed.

Although the movement is a little indecent, Yang Mufan knows that if there is danger, his movement is the fastest way to run.

Seeing Yang Muan's eyes full of aura, as if he was thinking about the credibility of his words, Yang Mufan continued: "It's best not to make me unhappy, otherwise...you will never see you in your life Mommy."

Yang Muan pursed her lips, thought and thought, and asked persistently: "Will you really let my mother come to see me?!"

"..." Yang Mufan adjusted the porridge in the bowl a few more times, and felt that the temperature of the porridge was suitable for eating. Then he raised his narrow and deep black eyes to look at Yang Mu'an, and said quietly, "Instead of asking me, Will it let you see your mother, you might as well learn to be smarter and figure out your own way. Admire Ann, you have to remember: everything depends on man's efforts, and man can conquer nature. For one thing, if you want to succeed, you should not only rely on external forces, but more importantly What you want to achieve is through your own resourcefulness and ability, understand?!"

Admire An Zhuan's eyes that are as clear as black stones.

Yang Mufan saw it and clearly knew that he didn't understand much.

A little baby over two years old, he didn't expect him to understand.

So, he said emphatically, "Come here, don't eat porridge, it's cold."

In the end, Admire An still obediently and obediently leaned towards him.Because: be obedient, maybe you can see your mother.

When Yang Mufan saw him, he felt displeased, and wanted to scold him: a boy who crawls like a dog, how decent is he.

But he knew in his heart: he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

I can only endure it for the time being.He didn't know at all: how Mu Wanqing raised his son, without any domineering and courage.

Seeing that although Yang Mu'an approached, he obviously kept a certain distance from him, so he whispered, "Come here, lean into my arms."

Yang Muan thought for a while, then moved over and leaned against Yang Mufan's arms.

With his left hand holding the porridge, Yang Mufan embraced Yang Muan's small body, and with his right hand, he skillfully and gracefully fed him the porridge spoon by spoon.

Yang Mu'an took several mouthfuls, then suddenly raised her head and asked him, "Are you my father?!"

Yang Mufan glanced at him lightly, and then asked back: "What do you think?!"

Yang Muan frowned, thought and thought, and then said: "The father in the photo that you and your mother secretly hid under the pillow looks exactly the same, no, you are much, much more handsome than him..."

Hearing this, I admired Fan's hand holding the spoon to scoop the porridge, and suddenly gave a pause...