The restaurant manager took the menu and walked into the VIP box. He looked at the stern figure sitting at the dining table with his back straight, and immediately shuddered: "Mr. Yang, it's getting late, do you want to order first?!"
Walking to Yang Mufan's side, the restaurant manager asked cautiously.
Yang Mufan was very silent, his handsome face was very calm, and there was no trace of any emotional ups and downs.
The manager carefully observed Yang Mufan's every move, fearing that he might miss the message he conveyed and offend the Buddha.
But Yang Mufan has yet to express his position, which makes the manager extremely uneasy.
When he thought he had entered the private room without permission and disturbed Yang Mufan, and when he wanted to exit the private room silently, Yang Mufan suddenly spoke: "What time does it close?!"
"..." The manager was stunned for a moment, and his brain was a little unable to react. What did Yang Mufan's words mean? After realizing what he said, the manager quickly said, "Mr. Yang's visit to the store is the greatest honor of the store, so
, not closed, not closed.”
Yang Mufan lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch calmly: It was already nine forty, and it would be ten o'clock soon.
After a moment of silence, Yang Mufan whispered: "No need. Just close on time."
"Mr. Yang, would you like to order some food?!" the manager asked with an eager smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, miss, our restaurant is closed." When the waiter came in for the third time to urge her, Mu Wanqing had to pick up Yang Mu'an, who had fallen asleep on the table.
"Welcome next time." Mu Wanqing picked up Yang Mu'an and walked to the door. The restaurant staff stood neatly and bowed to her to see her off.
In City A late at night, the neon lights were bright, but the dazzling light that fell into Mu Wanqing's eyes was so dim and colorless.
Just as he carried Yang Mu'an into the trunk and helped him fasten his seat belt, he suddenly woke up in a daze. While rubbing his eyes, he asked vaguely: "Mom, where is uncle?! Is uncle here?!"
As he spoke, Yang Muan looked around for Yang Mufan.
Mu Wanqing suppressed her feelings of loss and hurt, and whispered: "Uncle is too busy, mommy will take you home, okay?!"
"Mom, An An is so hungry." Yang Mu An said innocently and pitifully.
At this time, Mu Wanqing realized: Yang Muan hadn't eaten yet.
While apologizing, he said: "An'an, my mother will help you make dinner when you go home, okay?! You can eat whatever you want."
It was very late now, all the good restaurants were closed, and the ones that were not closed were all unhygienic. How dare she take her son to that place now.
"Okay." Yang Mu'an agreed obediently.
Mu Wanqing lowered her head and kissed his little face, and praised: "An An is so good. Sit tight, mom will drive."
"Mom, where's uncle's cake?!" Mu Wanqing had just sat in the driver's seat and fastened her seat belt when she heard Yang Mu'an's questioning voice coming from behind.
Mu Wanqing was silent, with this indescribable emotion welling up in her heart, which made her feel sore and achy. No matter how busy the company was, was it so difficult to have a meal with her and her son? Could it be that she and her son were worse than
