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

He has always been very firm in his belief that admiration for An is inherited from his ingenuity, and it's only at this moment that he deeply realizes that IQ is inherited from Mu Wanqing.wipe--! ! ! ! !There is simply no cure! ! ! ! ! !Such a stupid son, can he not, can he turn his back on him, admit it, admit it? !It's really embarrassing! ! ! ! ! ! ╰_╯

Let Yang Muan be like a caterpillar on the ground for a long time, Yang Mufan finally got impatient, stood up from the floor in a panic, then walked to Yang Muan's side with slender legs, kicked, and then He asked in a bad tone: "Brat, you sneaked me into your mommy's room, what exactly do you want to do?! Don't dawdle, get to the point quickly, learn from caterpillars, I'll kick you Step on it, that's all it takes."

Admire Ann lying on the ground, trying to raise her little head to look at her uncle.

After being stunned for a long time, he finally regained his senses, crawled to the edge of the bedside table, opened the cabinet, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, An An wants to show you something..."

Yang Mu'an fumbled in the cabinet for a long time before taking out something from it.

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Mu Wanqing took a shower and came out of the bathroom. When she passed the hall, she found that Yang Mu'an's room was half open, and the lights were still on.

She wiped her wet hair with a towel, her slender willow eyebrows were deeply frowned, and she was confused: It's so late, have you not slept yet? !

When taking a bath, didn't she remind Yang Mu'an to close her eyes and go to sleep obediently? !

What happened to admire Fanfan? How could he indulge his son like this.

Don't you know that the operation is coming soon, you must rest and keep your body in good shape? !

She walked towards the bedroom angrily.

However, the moment the door was pushed open, the room was empty, and there was no father and son at all.

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a while, not understanding where the two of them went.

Quickly looking for the traces of the two of them in the rented house, with panic and fear that she didn't even notice.

It wasn't until in her own room that she saw Yang Mufan and Yang Muan sitting on the ground face to face, silent and quiet, and her beating heart finally calmed down a little.

Originally, she thought that Yang Mofan took her son away while she was taking a bath.

But after a short period of peace of mind, the moment Mu Wanqing saw the things placed between the father and son, Mu Wanqing's heart, which had been so hard to let go, hung high again.

She felt like she was about to stop breathing.

Admire Fan's broad and thick hands, pressing on the fingerprints of the family portrait.

The largest handprint, not too big or too small, fit perfectly with his well-knit, beautiful hand just now.

Yang Mufan didn't say a word, just put his hands on the fingerprints silently, while Yang Muan sat obediently and watched opposite him.

The dim orange light in the room overflowed from the corner of the wall, and Mu Wanqing felt that the whole world seemed to be still, engraved in a beautiful and dreamy oil painting, frozen and frozen forever.

She thinks more, time freezes, thinks more, happiness stagnates.

Ever since she was a child, Mu Wanqing had only one distant but humble dream: she never expected that man to change anything because of her, but only hoped that she could occupy a place in his world, even if she could only stand in a corner where there was no light. Just watch him quietly.

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The gate of MB company.

In the dead of night, everything is silent, and the autumn wind is rustling.

The hazy half-round silver moon hangs lonely in the endless dark sky like an ink pool.

Wen Xiaorou stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

The cold wind was blowing down her neck.

The driver was really worried, with a sad face, and asked for the fifth time: "Miss Wen, it's late, I'll take you back to the hospital first, okay?! It's cold now, and it's very cold. If you stand here, don't worry. What do you do when you get sick?!"

Knowing that he is admired, he is not dead yet? !

No matter how hard the driver tried to persuade, Wen Xiaorou still stood there motionless, calling Yang Mufan's cell phone over and over again in a daze.

Maybe it was because of standing in the cold wind for a long time, the originally rosy lips were blown dry and cracked by the cold wind.

He told her that he would go back to the company to process the documents at night.

But now it's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, why hasn't he come back yet.

Before that, she called back to Xi Shangyuan, and it was Mrs. De who answered the phone. She asked Mrs. De whether Yang Mufan and Mu Wanqing had gone back.

Mrs. De said: No.

If they didn't go back to Xi Shangyuan, where would they go? !

Where will Yang Mufan take their mother and son? !

What does it mean to disappear without a sound like this and not answer her phone? !

When Wen Xiaorou went crazy and called Yang Mufan, he hugged the drowsy Yang Muan, lying on the narrow and small children's bed.

One hand patted his back very rhythmically, and the other hand held a copper product with three palm prints on it, looking at it non-stop.

His eyes moved back and forth on the handprint that was only the size of his thumb.

Mu Wanqing dried her hair and changed into very conservative pajamas. When she appeared in Yang Muan's room, she saw that she was about to fall asleep. hold out.

But as soon as she moved, Yang Muan woke up slightly, and began to moan and cry.

Mu Wanqing educated: "An'an, it's 25:[-], mom will take you to bed, okay?! Let uncle rest, uncle has to go to work tomorrow."

"Don't!!!!" Yang Mu'an was woken up, and the young master's temper was on the rise, and he directly shook his face in displeasure.

He turned his face away and arched into Yang Mufan's arms, at the same time he said inarticulately, "I want my uncle to hug me to sleep, I don't want to sleep next to my mother tonight."

"..." Mu Wanqing became impatient, wanting to slap his little butt regardless of anything.Don't want to sleep next to mom? !What's the meaning? !Do you despise her? !

With a father, why don't she be a mother? !

It really is a little white-eyed wolf.

When Yang Mufan heard his son was about to cry, he instinctively patted his little back to comfort him to sleep, and then said to Mu Wanqing, "Just let him sleep next to me."

Mu Wanqing sat on Mu Xiaoni's small bed, angrily staring at Mu An, who had her back turned to her.

After Yang Mufan coaxed for an unknown amount of time, Yang Muan finally fell asleep with a small snoring.

Mu Wanqing wanted to hug him again.After all, there are two beds in this room. In order to make more space for other things, she made the bed as small as possible.Admiring ordinary people who are tall and burly, with a net height of 190, it is too weird to lie on a child's bed that is too small - half of the legs are exposed.

She wanted Yang Mufan to sleep in her room. Although it was also a single bed, it was bigger than the bed of Yang Muan and Mu Xiaoni.

But Yang Mufan said: "No need, just let An An sleep next to me, wake him up, he will lose his temper again."

Mu Wanqing frowned and stared at Yang Mufan for a long time before finally nodding.

When she got up and was about to go to sleep, Yang Mufan suddenly asked in a low voice: "When my son was just born, was his hand really only this small?! So small..."