Yuan Yao opened his eyes and looked at Wen Muyan in disbelief.

"If that punk knows you set him up like this, he won't talk to you for a month."

"So, don't tell the kid it's my advice."

Yuan Yao chuckled and patted Wen Mu Yan on the shoulder. "It's for my face that you rarely have such a good idea. Don't worry, I won't tell him. That son of a bitch, you must abuse him

Wen Muyan now has some heartache for the little guy, if the ordinary little guy is absolutely impossible to agree to accompany her to see SpongeBob, but yesterday the little guy was obviously full of guilt for yuanyao.

It is estimated that as long as Yuan Yao puts forward the request, he should still be very easy to agree.

Yuan Yao was a little excited, but at the thought of slapping him last night, her face sank again.

Angry, heartache.

Even if Mu Yan asked him to return home, but he came back quietly, it was wrong.

But after the fight, that kind of heartache, the kind of regret every second in tormenting her.

That kind of taste, in this world, perhaps only mother can understand I.

Wen Muyan looked at Yuan Yao and kneaded her hair. "I'll call the little guy over here! I'll have breakfast later. "

"Well, good."

Yuan Yao nodded, looked at Wen Muyan, stood up and walked toward the door.

"Moyan..."

Yuan Yao suddenly opens his mouth and looks at Wen Mu Yan's turn. Yuan Yao smiles. A smile of gratitude appears on his weak pale face.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night."

Wen Muyan gently hooked his lips.

"You're welcome."

Yuan Yao suddenly stupefied for a moment, raised his eyes subconsciously to look at him, but Wen Mu Yan has turned around and walked out of the room.

Yuan Yao has a strange feeling in her heart. She always thinks that Wen Muyan's recent behavior is very strange, which is obviously different from that before, but she can't describe it.

He is still very concerned about himself, or as before, gentle, caring, pampering, conniving

However, she still felt that she did not know what was wrong!

Her gratitude to Wen Mu Yan almost became an instinct.

Wen Muyan never liked her saying thank you to him, but sometimes, the word "thank you" can best express his inner feelings.

As long as she says it once, Wen Muyan will help her "correct her mistakes" every time!

However, this time, Wen Muyan strangely accepted her thanks!

Is that really not surprising?

When yuan Wenqian came in, he saw Yuan Yao lying flat on the bed with two big eyes staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Yuan Wenqian knew at a glance that he was such a stupid mother that she had fallen into a dead end again and could not walk out of it.

"Cough..."

Wen Muyan walks to the bedside, but Yuan Yao still doesn't notice it. He coughs gently.

Yuan Yao looked back and looked at the little guy standing in front of him. His beautiful eyes were soft for a moment, and then his eyes were cold and sharp.

"Yuan Wenqian..."

"I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't go home without saying a word."

"What else?"

Yuan Wenqian went to the open space of the French window, held a yoga ball used by yuanyao when doing yoga, put it on the edge of yuanyao's bed, climbed on the yoga ball, and sat quietly.

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