People are like this. They are extremely sad. Once their emotions find a breakthrough, they can't stop, and they burst into madness.
Mu Wanqing's speech was slurred, and her whole body was shaking and shaking. She said, "I know. But Sister-in-law De, sometimes I really want to know, if I hadn't done anything to hurt him back then, what would we be like now?"
how?!"
She would even think that three years ago in Europe, if she had not cowered and let Yang Mufan know that there was an An An existence in the world, what would it be like now?!
What is it: is there no Wen Xiaorou and Yang Mu Sheng in the world, or is there no Yang Mu An?!
Yang Mufan sat by the bed, watching over Wen Xiaorou. After making sure that she was asleep, he quietly left the room.
On the way downstairs, Yang Mufan habitually raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch, realizing that it was already dinner time.
So he quickened his pace and went downstairs.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, he saw Yang Muan alone sitting at the table eating dinner.
His thick sword-shaped eyebrows immediately furrowed deeply and tightly.
He casually asked the maid who was standing aside to serve Yang Muan for dinner: "Why is the young master eating alone?! Where is Miss Mu?!"
Upon hearing this, the maid quickly nodded respectfully and replied: "Miss Mu just received a call and left in case of emergency."
Yang Mufan nodded.
Turning around, I saw my son who was well-behaved, grabbing a knife and fork, and eating.
Thinking about the fact that he had promised to have dinner with him two days ago but missed the appointment, Yang Mufan suddenly felt guilty and blamed himself, so he walked to the chair next to Yang Muan and sat down, and said softly: "An'an, uncle will have dinner with you.
,OK?!"
But Yang Mu'an got emotional and refused unceremoniously: "No. I never want to have dinner with you again."
As he said that, he turned his face away angrily and turned to look at Yang Mufan.
I admire Fan speechlessly.
I knew in my heart: This time, I really made my son angry.
So, he frowned, was silent for a moment, and began to coax his son bit by bit with purpose, hierarchy, and logic.
Normally, with at most three steps, Yang Muan would obediently surrender.
But this time, he couldn't get enough of it.
Yang Mufan was not only a little angry.
When eating steak, even though the maid had been very attentive and considerate, she chopped it into pieces while she was in the kitchen.
But Yang Mu'an is a child after all, and he can't chew a steak that's too big.
Yang Mufan sat next to him, being ignored by his son. His handsome face was already covered with dark clouds. Looking at Yang Mufan's twisted little face, he chewed the steak for a long time without breaking it, so he kindly reached out to take the plate.
: "Uncle, help you cut it into smaller pieces."
Who would have thought that when Yang Mu'an lost his temper, he would be so angry that he slammed the knife and fork in his hand on the table, and then shouted sternly: "I told you, I don't want you to accompany me to dinner. Since you don't
Eat with me, and I won’t eat with you in the future. We’ll each eat our own thing.”
Who in this world saw him admire anyone who dared to yell in front of him without being respectful, bowing his head, or daring to yell in front of him? They were not even born yet, and now, they are being yelled at by his own son?!
