583. Chapter 583 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 24
Probably not. If he hates her so much, he will definitely hate An An too.
Mu Wanqing couldn't stand it any longer, so she turned away from the thin face that was so pale and bloodless, turned around and disappeared as quickly as possible.
She quickly walked to the yellow fruit tree, squatted down, picked up An An, and ran away with her body covered in embarrassment.
An An was surprised. Didn't mom have to work?! Why did she come back suddenly?! Has the work been completed?!
I wanted to ask the reason, but I saw Mu Wanqing's face was almost distorted because of the repression, and she watched her tears falling uncontrollably one after another, and falling rapidly with the drizzle flying in the air.
, An An didn’t dare to say a word.
When Yang Mufan was helping Sheng Sheng bandage his wound, he inadvertently glanced outside.
The thick wooden door was still ajar, but the doorway was empty, with no figure of Mu Wanqing anymore.
Seeing his sudden trance, Wen Xiaorou followed his gaze and asked curiously: "Mu Fan, what are you looking at?! Help Sheng Sheng treat the wound quickly."
Yang Mufan came back to his senses, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "It's okay."
After speaking, he returned to his usual calm and indifferent tone, as if nothing had happened.
Wen Xiaorou suddenly remembered something and asked, "I heard someone ringing the doorbell just now. Who was it?! Why didn't I see anyone come in?"
Yang Mufan replied: "The button next door was wrong."
"Oh." Wen Xiaorou nodded, and after a moment of silence, she asked again, "Mu Fan, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll help you make it. I just learned a French foie gras dish, so I'll make it for you."
But Yang Mufan said: "I have a very important charity party that I need to attend tonight, and I can't stay at home to have dinner with you and Shengsheng."
"Oh!" Wen Xiaorou said "oh" again, but the disappointment in her eyes was clearly visible.
Perhaps because it was too early, the subway car was actually empty, with only a few people scattered around.
Mu Wanqing held An An's pitifully small hand in one hand and sat on the chair with her back stiff, motionless and expressionless.
She stared blankly out the window at the long tunnel passing by, feeling like it was leading to hell.
Shen. She swam so hard that she passed the station without any suspense. In the end, she could only take An An on the return trip.
When she walked out of the subway station, Mu Wanqing discovered that the drizzle had turned into a torrential downpour.
It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was as dark and dark as night.
She stood at the exit, held An An tightly in her arms, freed one hand to wrap her coat around his small body, and then whispered: "Get dressed, don't catch a cold in the rain."
An An pulled her clothes to cover her body, and her childish voice sounded softly: "Mommy, you got caught in the rain."
Mu Wanqing's hair was wet.
Ever since she met Yang Mufan, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
Her chest felt suffocated, stuffy, and painful. She was almost out of breath and about to suffocate.
Just when he was about to say something to An An, he was suddenly pushed hard from behind.
Mu Wanqing, who had no psychological defense at all, leaned forward.
