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

When the whole room was full of people bowing their heads to Mu'an and shouting "Little Prince" flatteringly, Guo Caini sat at her desk with a pale face, motionless.

Yang Mufan just hugged Yang Muan and took Mu Wanqing away. Wang Xiaomin, who was holding coffee, inadvertently turned her head and saw Guo Caini's face was extremely ugly and pale. Guess what, the old saying is good: Feng Shui turns, there is nothing wrong. Oh, Cai Ni, are you not feeling well?! Why is your face so bad?!"

Wang Xiaomin walked up to Guo Caini with a look of surprise and worry.

When Guo Caini raised her eyes and wanted to fight back, Wang Xiaomin said with annoyance and sympathy: "At the beginning, I told you not to be too decisive, to leave room for yourself, to leave a way out, and not to block the way out. Are you How did you say it?! She said that Mu Wanqing is not worthy of the president, so what if she has a son, anyway, it’s useless if the president doesn’t like it. You see, the president is upright now, and deliberately wanders around the company with his son in his arms. It's just walking around casually, but the actual purpose, who doesn't know, it's clear: to announce to all the major branches and subsidiaries of MB that you admire Ann's identity."

Seeing that Guo Caini's mouth was trembling so much and she looked very angry, Wang Xiaomin made up the knife again: "Aren't you convinced?! I want to say that until the end, no one knows who the real winner is, right? ?! Haven’t you been flattering Ms. Wen?! Don’t you think that Ms. Wen will be the final winner?! You have been in the company for a long time, but... have you seen the CEO like this? As leisurely as you are, holding Yang Musheng, wandering back and forth twice in the company?! The president is a busy man, and his time is calculated in units of seconds and unit price in euros. There is a saying that is good. , no. zuo. no. die. why. you. try."

When Guo Caini was so angry that her nose was smoking, Wang Xiaomin shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, looking extremely frightened.

In the office, Mu Wanqing was also looked down upon before, and the same person who vented her anger with Guo Caini fell faster than the grass on the wall.

They accused Guo Caini one after another.

"Yes Cai Ni, you really went too far before. I tell you to restrain yourself and stop targeting Wanqing everywhere. If you don't listen, it's better now. Others rely on their son to turn over."

"Cai Ni, while Wanqing is still in the company, do you want to solemnly apologize to her?! Maybe, just apologise, and nothing will happen. In case, she holds a grudge against you, let the president fire you Well, it’s a trivial matter, if you are banned, you won’t even be a beggar in this life.”

"Cherie..."

……

Then, that group of people began to flatter Wang Xiaomin again. One person handed her information, and the other made her coffee, rubbed her shoulders and beat her back.

"Xiao Min, you and Wanqing have a good relationship. When we meet next time, can you speak nice words for us in front of her?!"

"Can you send Wanqing a message, let's treat her to dinner."

"Yes, we invite her to dinner."

"We were ignorant before, can you tell her not to take some things to heart?!"

……

While accepting their flattery frankly, Wang Xiaomin hummed with a smile: "You want me to say a few words for you, and then ask someone out?!"

Everyone nodded.

Wang Xiaomin's eyes were narrowed into a slit when she smiled, and she was so brilliant: "Now that I know that I have offended someone, and I am about to die, why did you go there?! Get lost—"

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Two in the afternoon.

Admire Fan's lunch break and start working in the afternoon.

Mu Wanqing didn't want to disturb Yang Mufan's work, and wanted to take her son back to Xi Shangyuan.

But little prince An'an disagrees.

Life and death depend on the office.

In the end, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to stay with him in the office.

At the beginning, Yang Mufan couldn't get into the state, and later, following Yang Muan's tossing enough, she lay softly on the sofa and fell asleep.

In the office, it was finally quiet, without his "babbling" screams, Yang Mufan soon entered into an extremely efficient working state.

Although Mu Wanqing had very little communication with Yang Mufan, since she came to the company, except for a few words about her son, she never said anything else to Yang Mufan.

However, she has always noticed that since when Yang Mufan was sitting on the executive chair and turning on the computer to open the data contract, his brows were always furrowed deeply.

The son fell asleep, and his brows gradually became flat.

Originally, she wanted to sneak away with her son while admiring Fan's work.

However, she didn't take two steps, admiring Fan's mellow and deep magnetic voice, she heard faintly: "Take my son and go to the lounge to sleep."

Mu Wanqing froze for a moment, and when she regained her composure, she nodded repeatedly and carried her son into the office, admiring Fan's personal lounge.

The moment the door was pushed open, a good-smelling smell that belonged exclusively to Yang Mufan came over to her overwhelmingly.

Mu Wanqing hugged her son who was so sleepy that he was screaming, and stood at the door in a daze for a long time before she gradually came to her senses.

Admire Fan's lounge, which is dominated by black and white.The low-key and luxurious decoration exudes a masculine fortitude everywhere.

Although it's too rigid, but... I don't know if Mu Wanqing is a woman, and she doesn't have the ability and perseverance of a man, or for some other reason, she feels that she feels very safe in such an environment, and has an indescribable security and peace of mind. , as if even if the sky fell, she would not be afraid or panic.

Mu Wanqing lightly put her son on the black bed embroidered with extravagant gold thread "admire" family pictures, took off his polished little leather shoes on the trousers of admiration fan, and then Lift the quilt and cover him.

Tuck the corners of his back for him, ready to go out, see if you can wipe Yang Muan's pants casually with a handkerchief, who knows, before she got up in time, Yang Muan suddenly pouted her small mouth and called "Mom" indistinctly .

Mu Wanqing listened to her son's soft, baby-like murmur, and felt her heart was so soft that it was about to melt.

She lowered her head, gently kissed and kissed her son's little nose, and then said dotingly: "Mom is here, An An sleeps well, and Mom is always here with you."

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Four p.m.

Yang Mu An, who had taken a nap for two hours, was forcefully shaken awake by Mu Wanqing.

It is rare for his son to come to the company. In order to spend more time with his son's admirer Fan, at this moment, the work is coming to an end.

However, seeing that his son had just woken up, sitting on the sofa stupidly, motionless, with a blank expression on his face, he couldn't help it, and burst into a "puchi" laugh.

He thought: His son, in every aspect, has inherited his excellent genes, but... for the first time today, he discovered that he had just woken up and was so confused that he had inherited Mu Mu. Wan Qing's.

Although he was a little unhappy, but... Admire An's stupid and stupid appearance at this moment, and his brain can't react at all, it's really cute and funny.

Admiring Fan could not control his emotions at all.

Mu Wanqing was making milk for her son, when she saw the man who usually had a cold and stern face suddenly without any warning, smiling so unreservedly, she asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?!"

Admire Fan, who has always had extraordinary self-control, restrained his emotions in the blink of an eye.

Resuming his usual coldness and indifference, he said blankly, "It's nothing."

Mu Wanqing didn't care either.

Walking up to admire Mu An, patted his silly little face, and asked in a low voice: "An An, have you recovered yet?! Open your mouth and drink some milk."

Yang Mufan opened his dark eyes staring at the computer screen, and stared straight at his son.

Seeing him open his mouth obediently, and then drink milk "gurgling", admiring Fan's eyes that are deeper and more mysterious than black holes, there is a smile, like ripples on the surface of a lake, slowly blurring away.

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Five p.m.

Wearing an off-white windbreaker, Wen Xiaorou stood stiffly beside a big tree at the side entrance of MB Company, looking palely at a few meters away: Admire Fan and Mu Wanqing, each holding Admiral An's hand, walking slowly from Go out through the revolving glass door.

When the three of them stood at the door and waited for the driver to drive over, Yang Mufan found that Yang Muan's shoes were not properly put on, so he knelt down himself, held Yang Muan's pitifully small feet, and carefully put them on.

During the few years of acquaintance with Yang Mufan, he always had a cold and unsmiling attitude. No matter how big things happened, the expression on his face was indifferent, giving people the illusion that he didn't care or cared.

Even if he smiles at you, there is no trace of a smile in his eyes.

However, at this moment, his expression of admiration for An was as intense as a fire, with such doting and love.

In late autumn, at noon, there was still the sun, and it was warm, but at this moment, the wind was cold and the clouds were blowing.

The sky was dark and heavy.

Wen Xiaorou felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and was about to suffocate to death.

In less than 3 minutes, a black car stopped firmly in front of Yang Mifan and the others.

Yang Mufan opened the car door, and Mu Wanqing got in naturally. He stuffed his son in, and just about to sit on it, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

He froze for a moment, then stood at the door of the car, took out his mobile phone, scanned the screen of the mobile phone, Wen Xiaorou saw that he turned and walked away for a few meters, and then connected the mobile phone.

"Xiaorou, what's the matter?!" Yang Mufan's gentle and pleasant voice came through the receiver in a deep and low voice, which made Wen Xiaorou's nose sore that tears were about to roll down.

She forced herself to suppress her trembling voice, and then begged in a low voice: "Mu Fan, where are you now?! Are you off work?! Sheng Sheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Come to the hospital to accompany him, okay?!"

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