When she was so angry that she wanted to go back to the room to sleep by herself, Yang Muan suddenly said something surprising: "Uncle, let mom sleep with us, okay?! Last time, An An didn't lie to you. Mom can snore when she is asleep. Right?! Tonight, let’s listen to mom snore again, shall we?!”

……

Rumbling--

ka ka ka-

As soon as these words came out, Mu Wanqing felt a bolt from the blue sky strike fiercely from the top of her head, splitting her until she was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

After a brief moment of anger, she only felt surprised and horrified.

When did Yang Mufan and An An hear her snore together? !

In other words: when had she slept with their father and son? !

Seeing Mu Wanqing's dazed and confused look, Yang Mufan's handsome face became very ugly.

He really doesn't like stupid women.

He simply hugged his son and strode upstairs.

When I went up to the first floor, I felt that there was still no movement downstairs. Admire Fan was really angry. He opened his throat and bared his teeth and roared: "Mu Wanqing, are you deaf or lame?! Didn't hear my son say What?! Could it be that you still want me to carry you upstairs?!"

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In the dead of night, all sounds are silent.

The spacious and luxurious master bedroom on the fourth floor is well lit, warm and comfortable.

The sound of "crashing" water came from the bathroom, like crisp bells, playing beautiful music for the quiet night.

Mu Wanqing embraced her drowsy son, leaned against the head of the bed, stared at the direction of the bathroom without blinking, and waited for Yang Mufan to come out of the shower.

At this moment, she had never felt so nervous and apprehensive in her heart, and even her breathing became heavy and difficult.

Of course, it is undeniable that being cautious is being cautious, and being unable to adapt is unable to adapt, but: the sense of happiness in my heart cannot be ignored.

It never occurred to her that Yang Mufan actually agreed to her living in his room and lying on his bed.

Her head was dizzy and she couldn't turn her head. Until now, Mu Wanqing still couldn't accept the reality, and felt that she was just dreaming.

Ten minutes later, there was a "crash", and the thick glass door covered with a layer of water mist was pushed open from the inside.

Admiral Fan was wearing a black bathrobe, holding a white towel, and was walking out while wiping his wet short hair.

Seeing this scene, Mu Wanqing immediately sat up straight from the big bed.

Shui Lingling's big eyes stared directly at Yang Mufan with satisfaction, as if she was waiting for him to nod in agreement again before she dared to sleep comfortably on the bed.

Compared with Mu Wanqing's cautiousness, Admire Fan doesn't have much emotion.

He just glanced at her lightly, then turned his attention to his son who had fallen into a deep sleep mode. .

Standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows for a while, finally couldn't bear Mu Wanqing's overly naked probing eyes, admired Fan suddenly turned around, projected his sharp and terrifying cold eyes away, and at the same time scolded impatiently: "Mu Wanqing, why are you staring at me like this when you don't sleep?! Could it be that there are flowers blooming on me?!"

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