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...
When Mu Wanqing lowered her head and stared at her son, the hair that was casually draped behind her shoulders was like a black waterfall, sloping down, covering most of her white and tender skin, making it impossible to see clearly her expression at this moment.
Yang Mufan froze there, as if he wanted to say something.
But Wen Xiaorou seemed to have little strength, her legs were unsteady, and her whole body slid down weakly, looking extremely weak.
Seeing this, Yang Mufan, with quick eyes and quick hands, stopped her waist and hugged her tightly.
Looking back, Yang Mufan looked at Wen Xiaorou worriedly, and asked in a low voice: "Dizziness again?! I'll call Nishimachi and ask him to come back and help you take a look, how about it?!"
Wen Xiaorou shook her head: "Don't bother Nishimachi. The doctor has already said that as long as you have a good rest for a few days, you will be fine."
Yang Mufan nodded and helped her go upstairs to her room to rest. Wen Xiaorou didn't even climb two steps of the stairs. She tripped on the ladder with her toes and was about to fall down.
Seeing that she didn't have the strength to climb the stairs, Yang Mufan frowned at first, then squatted down, bent over, stretched out her hands, gave her a strong but not cautious and gentle hug, and then quickly went upstairs without looking back.
During the whole process, Mu Wanqing was sitting on the sofa, looking straight with her back straight, her eyes fixed and her eyes red.
Yang Mufan held Wen Xiaorou at the stairs when she was a child. For a long time, she still maintained this posture, motionless.
For some reason, at this moment, her mind was filled with thoughts of the scene where she first bumped into Yang Mufan and Wen Xiaorou in an underground parking garage in Europe three years ago.
Anyone who knows and understands Xiang Fan knows that Xiang Fan is cold-blooded, cold-tempered, and heartless towards everyone.
The women around him changed again and again.
He spoke softly to them, but no one could read even a trace of emotion and tenderness in his words and deeds.
However, this was the first time that Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mufan caring and caring for a woman.
Never seen it before.
Even the way he looked at her was gentle yet firm.
It was so firm, as if he would really marry her.
The villa, which originally seemed dead and silent because it was too spacious, was so quiet at this moment that there was no sound at all, as if it was shielded from the entire world.
Sister-in-law De led the two maids and stood at the door of the kitchen. She looked at Mu Wanqing's back, which was deliberately straight and slightly trembling, and she frowned.
After a long time, she slowly stepped forward and said kindly: "Miss Mu, don't be too sad. There is a saying that if it is yours, it must be yours. No matter how many people fight for it, it will be yours."
No matter how many people rob it, it is still yours, and if it does not belong to you, even if it is hidden and tucked away, you cannot hold it, it is just a futile effort and sadness. Relax and let nature take its course."
Listening to Sister-in-law De's words, Mu Wanqing wanted to laugh and nod her head, but tears rolled down her cheeks without any warning.
People are like this. They are extremely sad. Once their emotions find a breakthrough, they can't stop, and they burst into madness.
