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

Yang Mufan stretched out his hand to pull the door lock, and snorted nonchalantly: "Just discuss it, and do what you want. If the other party really doesn't know what to do, and insists on looking for death without knowing what to do, just let them go. Bring out the batch of German munitions from the Dark Moon Secret Vault, and concentrate firepower to suppress them..."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Mufan disappeared directly into the office.

Nan Juefeng and the others were stunned for a moment, and then everyone was so excited that their eyes shot out the beast hiding in the night, and when they suddenly found the prey, there was a dark bloodthirsty red light.

With what Admiration Fan said, they can be completely unscrupulous and confident: they can kill each other as much as they want, without even bringing their IQ.

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Yang Mufan raced all the way back to Xi Shangyuan.

As soon as he entered, he didn't even change his shoes, and went directly upstairs.

Mrs. De, who had been supervising the chef's dinner preparation, immediately put down her work and followed her.

"How is the young master?! Do you still have a fever?!" Yang Mufan asked in a low voice with a hoarse magnetic voice.

Mrs. De replied truthfully: "Miss Mu took medicine and fell asleep just now. Xi Ding took a measurement and said that he is fine. He has already packed his things and went home."

Hearing this, the heart that had been floating high all day finally landed steadily.

Yang Mufan nodded, went outside Yang Muan's room, opened the door, and took a look inside.

Mu Wanqing, who was wearing a large white bathrobe, was barely lying on the side of the child's bed, sleeping soundly with her son in her arms.

Admiring Fan Ying's straight eyebrows, he suddenly frowned, hesitated, and walked in lightly.

First, he bent down calmly and touched Yang Mu'an's head, then took the infrared thermometer on the bedside and scanned Yang Mu'an's ears.

After confirming that his body temperature was normal, he left the room.

When he went upstairs to take a shower and change his home clothes, he found that Mrs. De was still following him cautiously and lightly.

Glancing back, she saw Mrs. De's brows were tightly furrowed, looking preoccupied, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else?!"

Mrs. De respectfully followed behind Yang Mufan, always maintaining a slightly bowing posture.

After hesitating and hesitating, struggling and struggling, when she admired Fan going up the stairs to the fourth floor, she tentatively and cautiously said: "Master, Miss Wen came back from get off work half an hour ago..."

Hearing this, Admire Van Gogh stepped up to step on the upper step, suddenly paused, and froze in mid-air.

Mrs. De quickly followed and stopped.

Admire Fan turned back and looked at Mrs. De again.

Mrs. De continued: "She knows that Miss Mu is living in Xi Shang Yuan, and she is locking herself in her room."

This time, Yang Mufan didn't hesitate, turned around and went downstairs, and walked to Wen Xiaorou's room.

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The master bedroom on the third floor.

Yang Mufan knocked on the door first, but there was no response from inside. He hesitated for a while, and stood outside the door silently for 3 minutes before unlocking the door.

As for the very witty Mrs. De, when she admired Fan Fan and went downstairs, she had already disappeared in a flash.

The luxuriously decorated bedroom is based on the style of a lady's dream, with lavender as the main color.

Wen Xiaorou was wearing a long off-white dress, sitting curled up on the large bay window, turning her head and looking out the window.

The window was not closed, and the wind with rain was pouring in. Her beautiful straight black hair was flying around.

Yang Mufan stood at the door, staring straight at the lonely and desolately beautiful petite figure, unconsciously, suddenly remembered the first time he saw Wen Xiaorou.

The first time I saw her, Europe was covered with ice and snow, but she stepped barefoot on the white snow, her face was pale, her eyes were hollow, and her lips were chapped.

That night, heavy snow not only locked their bodies, but also imprisoned their dying souls.They leaned together under the bridge hole and sat in silence all night.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the world of the two of them was covered with ice and snow.

At that time, her long black hair was fluttering like it is now, but it flew on his face and patted his heart again and again.

Up to now, Yang Mufan still doesn't know why he is with Wen Xiaorou, why he keeps her by his side, and even wants to marry her more than once.

Even he himself didn't know what kind of fate he and Wen Xiaorou had.

Wei Wei recovers from the past, admires Fan and takes off a coat from the triangular hanger at the door, then walks slowly over with slender and straight legs.

He first put his coat on Wen Xiaorou's shoulders, then closed the open windows, and finally a mellow and pleasant voice rang out: "The weather is cold, don't open the windows casually, be careful of catching a cold."

Wen Xiaorou stared at the rain outside, making the world appear abnormally dark, without blinking her eyes.

After a long time, she asked in a low voice with trembling voice: "Mu Fan, tell me honestly, is it because of Mu Wanqing that you refused to marry me?! From the first time you saw her back home, have you already decided not to marry me?" Are you going to want me?! Don't you forget her?! In your heart, you still love her, right?!"

ps: Three and a half sheets were updated today.Starting tomorrow, the daily update of [-] will be resumed.mwah. .