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

Night, gradually thicker and darker, as beautiful and quiet as a picture scroll.However, from the Xishang courtyard, bursts of high-pitched cries broke the peace and tranquility, making people irritated, angry and resentful.

hall.

"Mom, I want my mother."

"Wow wow wow..."

"Mom, An An is here. Mom takes An An away. An An doesn't like bad uncles..."

"I hate badass uncles, I want my mom."

"Hey, mom, An'an is here..."

"..."

Yang Mufan sat on the sofa, staring at Yang Muan who had been crying for three full hours with a twisted face, only to feel that the anger in his chest that he had suppressed desperately was burning more and more.

With cold eyes, he gritted his teeth viciously: "Jiang Mu'an, if you cry again, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?!"

Yang Muan was not intimidated by Yang Mifan's words at all, she was already sitting on the small independent sofa, crying heartbreakingly.

Maybe it was because he was crying too hard, he was coughing violently, his breathing was not smooth, and his pale face turned sickly red.

Mrs. De, who was standing by the side, was very anxious when she saw her. She was afraid that if she continued to cry like this, she would fall ill again.

So, she took a few steps forward and persuaded cautiously: "Eldest young master, you see, there is no way for young master An An to cry like this. Just let Miss Mu come in. After all, the relationship between mother and child is natural, isn't it You can cut it off if you say it casually. The young master is young and doesn't understand anything, so don't be serious with him. Eldest young master, if the young master continues to make trouble like this, his body will not be able to bear it. "

Admiring Fan who was already mad, without any reason, after listening to Mrs. De's advice, he immediately sneered and said, "I can't take it anymore?! Think I will compromise every time I threaten me because of my poor health?! Since he likes to cry, Then I'll let him cry as much as he wants."

Saying that, Yang Mufan yelled at the bodyguard at the door: "You two come in and throw the young master into my room. He can cry as much as he likes. Don't let him out if he doesn't stop."

The two bodyguards were a little embarrassed and did not dare to step forward.

Obviously, the current admirer Fanshang is mad, so what he said and what he did at this moment, even he himself doesn't know.

And on weekdays, it is obvious to all to admire Fan Fan and spoil Mu An.

If they really obeyed the order, threw the young master into the room, something happened, and waited until Yang Mufan calmed down, wouldn't they both be dead? !

Seeing that the bodyguards hadn't moved, Yang Mifan was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled at them with a look of cannibalism: "Don't you get out of here?!"

The two of them were so frightened that they didn't dare to slack off anymore, so they rushed forward swiftly, and walked upstairs holding the admirer who punched, kicked, bit and gnawed them both.

Wen Xiaorou, who was sitting by the side watching the play with her admiration Sheng in her arms, felt very gloating when she saw this scene, but she raised her eyebrows secretly, and then showed a worried look, worried that she would not be able to speak, and whispered: "Mu Fan, An An It's not good for you to lock him up for crying so much. I'll go upstairs to coax him, so you can calm down."

However, Yang Mufan called her back, and said in a firm and forceful tone, "Don't go up. He can cry as much as he likes. It's just right to cry to death. I have the right to pretend that I don't have this son. Do you really think I care about him?!"

As he spoke, he got up from the sofa angrily, and paced back and forth in the hall anxiously.Perhaps he was out of breath, no matter what he saw, he felt intrusive and angry, so he raised his slender legs, and kicked the lower table viciously: "Who bought this table?! Are you blind?! The grade is so low, the color is so ugly, how dare you buy it back?! Drag it out, and let me crumble into pieces..."