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

"...An'an, what's wrong with you?! Why are you losing your temper?! Uncle feeds you chicken soup for your own good. Even if you don't drink it, you should say thank you and tell uncle why you don't drink chicken soup. Sprinkle the chicken soup all over your uncle , is very rude, you know?! Hurry up, apologize to uncle!!"

Admire An, who has always been obedient and sensible, turned the cool Xiaojun's face to the side this time, then raised his small mouth, his tone was extra firm, and his attitude was extra firm: "No, I don't want to apologize."

"An An..." Seeing her son throwing a tantrum, Mu Wanqing cautiously raised her head to glance at Mu Fan, and found that he was still sitting stiffly on the sofa, staring at Mu An viciously. His handsome face was livid and gloomy, not to mention how ugly it was. Horrible.

It looked as if he could not wait to rush forward and dismantle Yang Mu'an and reassemble it.

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on her back one after another.

She embraced Mu An, and instinctively wanted to stay away from the source of danger, so she moved secretly towards the door little by little.

For a long time, the ward was so quiet that there was nothing but the rustling sound of the air conditioner.

When Mu Wanqing thought that after the short period of peace, Yang Mufan would make a big fuss, and he would never give up unless he beat up Yang Muan, but he suddenly stood up from the sofa and silently smoked With a paper towel, he wiped the chicken soup spilled on his hands and clothes, and then his deep and hoarse male voice sounded slowly, "Yang Muan, let me ask you one last time, chicken soup, do you want to drink it?!"

"...No." Yang Muan refused again without even thinking about it, with an extremely arrogant expression.

After hearing this, Yang Mufan nodded slowly with no expression on his face.

When Mu Wanqing was gasping for air, staring at him warily, and fully activated the mode of "running around with her son in her arms", Yang Mufan rushed into the kitchen with a "hula" sound.

When he came out again, he was holding a small casserole of chicken soup in his hand.

Seeing him holding the chicken soup aggressively, Mu Wanqing was stunned for a while, obviously not understanding what Yang Mufan wanted to do at all.

Could it be that he was thinking: an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, and throw chicken soup all over his son, right? !

"Yang Mufan, calm down, son, you are just a child, you must not..." Mu Wanqing persuaded her in a panic, and then tightly protected her son in her arms.

Admire Fansi ignoring it, and put the casserole heavily on the table in front of her and her son, then with bloodshot eyes, grabbed the spoon viciously, and poured it into his mouth...

In less than 5 minutes, he "gulu~gulu" drank up a small pot of chicken soup, not even a piece of chicken left.

Mu Wanqing has grown so big, she has never seen Yang Mifan eat so boldly and boldly, and she has never seen a person eating chicken so quickly.

It was almost a whole little black-bone chicken, which was gnawed down to a pile of bones in a few strokes. It was... so... shocking.

When Mu Wanqing was so astonished, Yang Mufan gracefully wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and sneered, "It's all right now, you want to drink chicken soup, you want to eat chicken, but it's gone."

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Saying that, Yang Mufan smiled provocatively at Yang Mu'an with pride.

After Mu Wanqing heard what Yang Mufan said, black lines were all over her head.

She originally thought that Mi Fan would severely punish her son's disobedience with such an earth-shattering and unstoppable turbulent gesture, but she never expected——

Mu Wanqing freed up a hand and held her forehead in depression: It was the first time she realized that admiring Fan was so naive...