Yang Muan stood at the door, hemming and hawing for a long time, but did not say a smooth word. When Yang Muan made a statement, he suddenly said something else: "Uncle, are you still angry with An An?
!”
Yang Mufan was surprised by Yang Muan's question, but he, who was always calm and composed when faced with problems, quickly reacted.
He looked at his son indifferently and said one word lightly: "Yeah."
When Yang Muan heard this, he immediately ran to the desk with a "dong dong dong", stood on tiptoes, raised his head high, and looked at Yang Mufan through the table: "Uncle, can you stop being angry with An An?! An An
Not intentional."
Yang Mufan watched his son take the initiative to apologize to him, and his already arrogant character became even more disgusting.
He lazily leaned back on the chair, and then said coldly: "If you make me angry, then I will be angry. If you don't make me angry, then I won't be angry. Yang Mu'an, will this be too out of character for me..."
Just when Yang Mufan was about to pick him up and teach Yang Muan a lesson, Yang Muan suddenly raised the scroll he had been drawing in his hand for several days: "Uncle, this is a gift for you."
"..." Yang Mufan's eloquent righteous words suddenly got stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down. He looked straight at it, standing in front of the desk, leaning on his toes, trying hard to raise the scroll in his hand and hand it to
his son.
When he silently took the scroll, Yang Muan suddenly leaned his little head on the edge of the table and looked at him with uneasy eyes filled with expectation.
"What is this?!" Yang Mufan asked, opening the scroll.
The moment he laid out the painting, the look in Yan Mufan's eyes suddenly deepened and deepened.
Yang Muan always pays attention to Yang Mufan's emotional changes, and is deeply afraid that Yang Mufan won't like it.
Yang Mufan was very silent and calm, unlike Mu Wanqing who would ask from time to time when she was watching him paint: "An An, what are you painting?!"
"An An is great, the paintings are so beautiful."
"Is this mom?! Mom is so beautiful in An An's mind!!"
"An'an..."
"An'an..."
"..."
…
There was really no reaction from Yang Mufan. Yang Muan was lying on the side of the desk. His originally shining eyes became dim and colorless. He was a little disappointed and his questioning voice became especially quiet: "Uncle, don't you like it?!
Mom said, you will definitely like it..."
Seeing that Yang Mufan still didn't express his position, he went around to Yang Mufan and wanted to snatch the painting back.
However, Yang Mufan grabbed his little hand and easily held him on his lap and sat down.
"Uncle likes it very much." When Yang Mufan replied this sentence, his voice was hoarse.
Yang Muan asked: "Really?!"
"Yes." Yang Mufan replied, "I like it very much, I really like it."
When Yang Muan heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with bright surprise.
Yang Mufan looked at the painting again, and then asked: "Did An An himself paint this?!"
"Yeah." After getting Yang Mufan's approval, Yang Muan's tone of voice was obviously more confident, "Mom also said that uncle will like it."
"An'an, why do you think of giving uncle a gift?!"
"Because my uncle has been unhappy recently, he frowned while eating. An An wants his uncle to be happy. However, An An seems to have made his uncle even more unhappy." When he said these words, Yang Mu An lowered his head.
