598. Chapter 598 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 39
Mu Wanqing prepared breakfast for four people. When she saw Tang Moyu coming out of the bathroom with his limbs stiff and like a zombie, she held a spoon filled with porridge and looked at him apologetically, trying to squeeze out a flattering smile.
Question: "Manager Tang, do you want to have breakfast together?!"
Tang Moyu glanced at her coldly and refused unceremoniously: "No, I'm worried that eating your breakfast will cause indigestion or diarrhea."
Through a series of "cases" that started after going to the restaurant for dinner yesterday, he finally understood a truth: these three orphans and widowed women, on the surface, look like innocent and pitiful little white sheep, but in fact they are hungry wolves that eat people without spitting out their bones.
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Last night, when she saw Mu Wanqing was drunk, Mu Xiaoni saw something was wrong and directly instigated Yang Muan, and the two of them ordered a large table of dishes.
While he was taking care of Mu Wanqing, who was very drunk and kept acting crazy, and he had no time to pay attention, they sat face to face, you took a bite, I took a bite, it was so happy.
It was clearly agreed that Mu Wanqing was treating her, but he dug out her wallet, only to find that there was only two hundred yuan worth of rubbish in it. He asked her for her bank card password, but he couldn't tell her whether he was alive or dead.
In the end, he bloody paid the bill.
The result was so sadistic and cruel that it was impossible to look directly at it.
He had suspected several times that everything from Mu Wanqing's drinking craziness to those two little brats ordering dishes were all traps they had designed, just waiting for him to jump into them.
Forget it, he was tortured so cruelly and inhumanely by her later.
It's simply too dark.
Seeing Tang Moyu stiffen, taking his coat and about to leave, Mu Wanqing continued to persuade her enthusiastically: "Manager Tang, you'd better eat a little. I made a lot for breakfast. If you can't finish it, it would be a waste."
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"Yes, Uncle Tang, why don't you stay and eat together?" Mu Xiaoni said with a smile.
Yang Mu'an, who was small and thin, sat on a high chair and kept spreading porridge on his face, smearing it all over his face. Hearing his sister and mommy trying to persuade him to stay, he slurred and echoed: "Tang
Uncle, come and have breakfast with us, the breakfast made by my mother is delicious."
When Tang Moyu turned around, he happened to see the three of them looking at him with exactly the same pitiful eyes, like puppies.
Raising his beautiful eyebrows, he finally turned around and moved his aching body back to the living room.
Mu Wanqing saw it and quickly helped him serve food.
Breakfast is prepared very simply, Chinese style.
Millet porridge, three plates of vegetables, and a few steamed buns.
It looks really shabby, but...it tastes really good.
Tang Moyu said, there is no such thing as a free breakfast.
Sure enough, when she asked him to go downstairs and prepare to drive to the company, Mu Wanqing said with great enthusiasm: "Manager Tang, you are not feeling well, let me drive for you."
At that time, Tang Moyu was still wondering: How could Mu Wanqing be so kind.
As a result... when he got into the passenger seat, he just said to her: "Drive faster, I'm going to be late for work."
But Mu Wanqing said: "Okay, I will drive to take my son and daughter to school first, and then I will take you there right away."
"..." Tang Moyu immediately had black lines on his head.
She sat in the passenger seat completely petrified, watching Mu Wanqing drive skillfully, first to Yang Mu'an's kindergarten, and then to Mu Xiaoni's elementary school.
