Since I agreed at the time, if I didn't come back on time for dinner, it was 100% because something happened. And the reason why Mu Wanqing was so persistent was entirely because: even if Yang Mufan ran into trouble and didn't go home for dinner, he would definitely call her.
Call her. But he didn’t, so that means he will definitely come back...
Mu Wanqing has always believed in what Yang Mufan promised her without any hesitation.
From small to large, they are all.
Because no matter what, as long as he agrees, no matter how difficult or difficult it is, he will do it.
However, I don’t know since when, it seems, it seems, it has become something different...
Three o'clock in the morning.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows covered with a thin layer of mist, Mu Wanqing looked out the window at the increasingly empty and lifeless road under the desolate night. Mu Wanqing's originally unswerving heart was shattered bit by bit.
The army was defeated.
When she finally understood that Yang Mufan would not come back, she lowered her head and gently rocked the pillow on her thigh. Yang Muan, who was sleeping deeply, called out softly: "An'an, mom will carry you upstairs to sleep, okay?"
!Don’t sleep downstairs, you’ve caught a cold.”
Yang Muan was still holding tightly in his hand the gift he had personally prepared for Yang Mufan - it was a painting he had drawn himself.
There are flowers, trees, rivers, birds, blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, a house, a father, a mother, and him...
"Where's uncle, mom?!" Yang Muan opened her eyes in a daze and asked inarticulately.
While Mu Wanqing picked him up, she whispered: "Uncle, something happened temporarily and he won't be able to come back. Let's go to bed first, okay?!"
"Where's the gift?!" Yang Muan bit the painting in his hand.
For a moment, Mu Wanqing didn't know how to answer.
But after a brief hesitation, Mu Wanqing replied calmly, she said: "Wait until uncle comes home before sending him off, okay?!"
"Well, Mom, An An is so sleepy, An An needs to sleep..." Yang Mu An tilted her head and went straight into the deepest part of Mu Wanqing's arms.
Although Mu Wanqing was disappointed and sad, she still felt happy and sweet with her son by her side.
She lowered her head, kissed his forehead, and then replied softly: "Then mommy will take you to bed."
"Mom, can you stay and sleep with An An tonight?! You haven't slept with An An for a long time." These words were spoken by An An with her mouth raised.
Mu Wanqing looked at his resentful expression and couldn't help but feel speechless. What does "a long, long time" mean? She just took a nap with him at noon a few days ago.
Mu Wanqing originally thought that Yang Mufan didn't come back because something happened temporarily at work and was delayed.
However, she never expected that the self-deceptive comfort would turn out to be the greatest irony.
It was already two days later when Yang Mufan helped the sick Wen Xiaorou back to Xishang Courtyard.
As soon as Wen Xiaorou entered the villa, she looked at Mu Wanqing arrogantly with a victorious look of contempt and defiance in her indifference, and then leaned into Yang Mufan's arms coquettishly. Yang Mufan looked at the sofa sitting in the center of the hall.
When he met Mu Wanqing and her son, his thick sword-shaped eyebrows were frowned a little deeply and tightly. As soon as his eyes met Mu Wanqing's eyes, she quickly looked away...
