Mu Wanqing was silent, an indescribable emotion surged in her heart, and she felt 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 still wanted to have a meal together?
Not as good as an order?!
Not long after driving, on the way back to Xishang Courtyard, Mu Wanqing suddenly received a call from Tang Moyu.
On the phone, Tang Moyu's voice was hesitant and unclear.
Listening to the sentences and tone, it was obvious that he was drunk.
Mu Wanqing frowned: "Tang Moyu, you drank again?! Where are you now?! Hello?! Didn't hear clearly, please say the address again..."
The other end.
Yang Mufan had just walked out of the restaurant when he suddenly received a call from Wen Xiaorou.
After hesitating for a long time, he pressed the answer button.
"Mu Fan, are you done yet?!" As soon as the call was connected, Wen Xiaorou's sweet and gentle questioning voice came softly.
Yang Mufan stood at the door of the restaurant, frowned, and was silent for a while before replying: "It just ended. Is there anything wrong?!"
"Are you done already?! Then can you drive over to pick up Sheng Sheng and I? Just now Sheng Sheng was clamoring to go to the amusement park in the mall to play. The driver had an emergency at home, so I asked him to go home first.
It’s hard to get a taxi in the mall right now.”
Yang Mufan pursed his thin lips slightly, and glanced at the empty streets with his dark eyes. He was sure that Mu Wanqing would not bring Yang Muan here, and then he said in a low voice: "Give me the address!!"
When Mu Wanqing arrived at the place Tang Moyu mentioned, it was already half an hour later.
The location is a street park in the city.
When she took Yang Mu'an out of the car, she saw at a glance that Tang Moyu was sitting on a bench on the street, holding a beer bottle and still drinking wildly. His slender eyebrows immediately knitted deeply.
Walking over, Mu Wanqing looked down at the man who was drunk and unconscious, and asked in a low voice: "Tang Moyu, what happened?!"
Hearing this, Tang Moyu raised his drunken handsome face and looked over.
When he figured out who it was, Tang Moyu raised his lips and smiled: "Here he comes?! Sit down and drink with me for a while."
With that said, Tang Moyu had already put the beer bottle into Mu Wanqing's hand.
Mu Wanqing frowned and refused coldly: "Sorry, I have to drive and can't drink."
"..." For the next five minutes, Tang Moyu was silent and lowered his head very low.
Mu Wanqing looked at his abnormal appearance, endured it, and finally sat down on the bench next to him with Yang Muan in her arms: "What's going on?!"
Tang Moyu, if he didn't speak, he would be frightened to death.
He actually said without warning: "Wanqing, let's get married, okay..."
…
After Yang Mufan met Wen Xiaorou at the entrance of the shopping mall, he turned around and drove the luxury car quickly and smoothly towards Xishang Courtyard.
As if she sensed something was wrong with Yang Mufan's mood, Wen Xiaorou didn't speak much along the way. She behaved herself and sat in the back car obediently, holding Yang Mu Sheng in her arms.
While walking through the city, she accidentally looked out the window at the street park. Mu Wanqing was sitting on a bench with Yang Muan and Tang Moyu in her arms. The three of them were eating cakes. Her eyes flashed, and she was stunned.
He exclaimed: "Mu Fan, look, isn't that exactly like President Tang?!"
