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

At that moment, Yang Mufan's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly stopped stiffly.

"Xiang Fan, let me go in and take care of my son, okay?! As long as you let me in, you can ask me to do anything. Yang Mofan, I beg you..."

The cold wind mixed with rain was blowing into the car window, maybe it was a gust of wind that was stronger than a gust, it was too cold and harsh, admiring Fan Fan's beautiful lips, she even faintly shivered and trembled.

After a long time, he pulled his lips, and smiled sarcastically and coldly: "Mu Wanqing, do you really want to live in Xi Shangyuan so much?! In order to live in, you don't even want the last shame?! Isn't it? Do you think that once you enter, you can change something?! You can become Mrs. Yang without any suspense?!"

Apart from this, he really couldn't think of any other reason for her to persist, endure, and retreat to such an extent.

Is it really for the son, worried about the son? !

Who would believe it! !

He admires Fan but it's not that he doesn't know how to take care of his son.

Secondly, he is not incapable of taking care of his son.

If it wasn't for this woman who deliberately sabotaged it, how could Yang Mu'an make such a fuss? !

Of course, in fact, he can understand the feelings of a woman who is already a mother, but like Mu Wanqing, who is willing to give up everything for her son, and she can give up everything, is obviously too abnormal, and she is already sick.

He didn't want to think about the bad, it was hard.

If it were any other person, facing such a situation, no one would doubt: Mu Wanqing has no purpose.

Not to mention him who is always suspicious by nature.

"..." Faced with Yang Mufan's questioning, Mu Wanqing's only emotion was: silence.

She was unable to explain anything, even if she explained, Yang Mufan might not believe it.

She knew in her heart that once a person sentenced to death was sentenced to death by her admirer, she would never be able to stand up in this life.

And as early as three years ago, when she chased her to Europe, she was completely kicked out by him...

Seeing Mu Wanqing kneeling there upright, neither explaining nor refuting, she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes without saying a word, admiring Fan's deep eyes, the bloodthirsty red light suddenly rose and lingered.

Through the glass window coated with a layer of tulle by the drizzle, Yang Mifan stared at her viciously, his eyes were very cruel and bloody.

He sneered coldly and said in a low voice, his voice was so indifferent that no more emotion could be heard: "In this case, Mu Wanqing, you can go in. Don't worry, I will fully let you know: even if you live in Xi Shang Yuan, Mrs. Yang The location is not something you can peek at, and secondly, I will make you feel that there is no real difference between you and entering hell."

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Mu Wanqing went up to the second floor of the villa, and the moment she stood at the door of Yang Mu'an's room, she saw four maids coaxing Yang Mu'an to take medicine, and forcibly feeding her.

Her son was unwell and crying, his face was full of tears, his little face was wrinkled and flushed, she felt a tug in her heart, and then moved forward quickly.

"An'an, mom is here, don't cry, An'an."

Mu Wanqing pushed away the maid who was crowded beside the bed, and bent down to coax her son.

And the moment Yang Muan saw his mother, he was startled for a moment, as if he didn't believe it, then he pursed his mouth and opened his throat to cry even more aggrieved.

He got out of the bed in a smooth manner, and opened his arms to hug Mu Wanqing: "Mom, mom..."

Mu Wanqing followed him, holding him tightly in her arms, admiring An's short and small arms, and quickly wrapped them tightly around Mu Wanqing's neck.

His wet little face was intimately attached to Mu Wanqing's.

Listening to his hoarse and hoarse crying voice, broken and choked, circling in her ears, she was really sick to death.

Mu Wanqing hugged him, shaking slightly, freed a hand, patted his back lightly, and comforted him: "An An, be good, An An, don't cry, isn't mother here?! Don't cry, Obedient……"