499. Chapter 499 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 18
After Mu Wanqing came back from sending her diaper to school, she sat in the garden in a daze all day.
After a continuous drizzle one night, in the afternoon of the next day, wisps of golden sunshine seeped out of the gloomy sky.
Mu Wanqing was lying on the exquisite retro European-style round table, holding her cheeks with her little hands, looking at the delicate flowers fluttering in the wind in the flower garden in trance.
Even she herself didn't know what she was thinking.
The image of Yang Mufan combing Mu Xiaoni's hair in the morning kept playing over and over in his mind.
Rigorous, conscientious, and as always: meticulous.
His handsome and handsome eyebrows are slightly furrowed; his dark eyes are full of concentration; his movements are skillful and gentle.
Perhaps the tension in such a picture is too high, making it easy for people to have hallucinations and associations.
Mu Wanqing couldn't control herself from daydreaming about what would happen to Yang Mufan if he had his own biological child.
Can he coax the child, can he help the child bathe, can he tell the child a story...
And when he gets angry, will he be like all violent fathers and beat their children or spank their children...
Whether he can be a good and competent father...
Once upon a time, Mu Wanqing would probably have decided without any hesitation that Yang Mufan was neither loving nor conscientious, and would definitely be the worst bad father in the world.
But through what happened this morning, she completely rejected such an idea.
After Mrs. De directed the maids to clean the main house, she led them to the garden to take care of the potted plants and flowers.
However, as soon as they arrived in the garden, they saw Mu Wanqing lying on the table from a distance, smiling silly.
Seeing this scene, Mrs. De couldn't help but feel...horrible.
"Miss Mu, did something good happen to you and make you smile so happily?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing was startled by the sudden voice of inquiry. The moment she came to her senses, she immediately put back the smile on her face and replied nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny.
It’s just a joke.”
Sister-in-law De didn't believe it at all, and asked with a smile on her face: "Miss Mu, you are not thinking about jokes, but thinking about the young master, right?!"
That expression on her face showed the tenderness and shyness unique to a girl, which was definitely not the expression she should have when she thought of a joke.
Mu Wanqing was shocked. She never expected that Sister-in-law De could see through her thoughts at a glance. She stared at her in shock for a moment, and then gritted her teeth and said, "How could that be?! Who would think about that pervert?"
The bastard?!"
When she looked at De's wife again, she found that she was still smiling and looking at her with a mysterious and lustful expression. Mu Wanqing immediately blushed and felt guilty. She frowned and was distressed for a few seconds before she finally said in realization.
: "Suddenly I remembered that I still have important things to deal with and need to go out again..."
With that said, before Sister-in-law De could say anything, Mu Wanqing had already rushed towards the villa as if she was running for her life.
Sister-in-law De looked at her fleeing back, and the smile on her lips gradually deepened.
