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

Just now she saw a large group of doctors and nurses entering Xi Shang Hospital...

Mrs. De's slightly plump body froze suddenly, and it took her a while to turn around, and said with a sigh: "What can I do?! Since returning to Xi Shang Yuan, she has been crying non-stop, and now she is locked in the room sobbing."

"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, she couldn't restrain her desolate emotions, and cried out choked up.

She couldn't imagine how sad and desperate her son was crying at this moment.Even more unbelievable: Yang Mufan could actually stand on the sidelines and turn a blind eye, watching his son cry like this, but remained indifferent.

Mu Wanqing cried miserably, her heart felt as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out by someone. .

She choked up and begged: "Sister-in-law De, can you do me a favor, just a small favor."

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When Mrs. De went to Yang Mu'an's room, he was curled up on a small children's bed, covered with a quilt, choking.

She glanced lightly, stared at her bodyguard vigilantly all the time, and scolded angrily: "What are you looking at?! Do you think I will do anything to the young master?!"

The two bodyguards shook their heads in fright.

"Close the door!!!" Mrs. De growled in a bad tone.

Hearing this, the bodyguard quickly closed the door.

When Mrs. De saw her, she turned to look at Yang Mu'an, her ferocious eyebrows and eyes were already filled with a soft smile.

She shouted in a low voice: "Master An'an?!"

As she said that, she sat down by the bed and tore at the little head that admired An Meng's quilt.

Yang Mu'an was in a mood, she just pulled it, and immediately cried louder, and the little hand that was holding the quilt was pulling even harder.

Mrs. De didn't dare to pull too hard, so she coaxed softly: "Master An'an, do you want to call your mother?! Show your head, and I will let you talk to your mother on the phone."

As soon as Mrs. De's voice fell, Yang Muan's little head popped out immediately, revealing his frail little eyes that were swollen out of shape from crying. He poked his mouth up and asked, "Really?! Can I really talk to my mother?" Phone?!"

"Of course." Mrs. De carried him out of bed, took out her mobile phone, and dialed Mu Wanqing's number.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing has been wandering back and forth outside the big iron gate very anxiously.

The hand holding the second-hand mobile phone was so tight that the knuckles turned white.

Just when she thought Mrs. De would not help, her cell phone rang "tick-tock".

Mu Wanqing didn't have time to look at the phone number on the screen, so she connected emotionally: "An'an?!"

"Mom..." Yang Mu'an's extremely wronged and heartbroken cry came through the wireless sound waves immediately.

Mu Wanqing had never heard of her son before, her voice became so hoarse, and her heart ached beyond description.

She bit her lips tightly, forcing her voice not to choke: "An'an..."

"Mom, An An misses you. Mom, An An misses you to be with An An forever. Mom, I hate the bad uncle, I hate him, he doesn't want me to see my mother, and locks An An up. He doesn't love An An. Mom, take An An Let's go, okay..."