618. Chapter 618 Ann, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 59
He yelled at them with a ferocious face: "How did I teach you?! You are not allowed to play with fire at home, and you are not allowed to go to the kitchen. Are you turning a deaf ear to my words?! There is a fire at home, what should you do?!
Something happened, what should I do?!"
She didn't know how long she had been scolding, but the anger in her chest was slightly extinguished.
Seeing Yang Mu'an and Mu Xiaoni crying until their eyes were swollen, Mu Wanqing felt sour.
She sat on the sofa, pressing her temples with a terrible headache.
Yang Mu An said: "Mom, An An knows she was wrong, please don't be angry, okay? There is no electricity at home, my sister and I are scared, we are not playing with fire, we just want to light a candle and put it in the living room, worried that our mother will hit her when she comes back
table."
"..." Mu Wanqing couldn't help but feel a sore nose after admiring An's timid explanation, and her heart felt extremely uncomfortable.
She looked at the bright red slap marks on her son's face and realized how hard she had just hit him.
Touching the slap marks on An An's face, Mu Wanqing cried and apologized: "I'm sorry An An, mom didn't hit you on purpose. Mom was too scared."
I was so afraid of losing him that I acted in extreme ways.
She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she lost Yang Mu'an.
In the past three years, admiration for Mu An has been the only motivation for her to survive. If something happens to him, how will she survive in the future?
Mu Wanqing first helped Yang Mu'an and Mu Xiaoni wash away the dirt on their bodies, and then took care of them to sleep. She went to the kitchen holding the only candle in the house.
Reflecting the dim candlelight, she looked at the kitchen, which was completely blackened by the fire and was in a state of disarray that could not be described in words. Mu Wanqing's already bad mood became even more uncomfortable.
She took a rag, knelt on the ground, and sucked up the water on the ground bit by bit.
Then throw away the burned items in the kitchen.
Suddenly, tears burst out of her eyes.
The relationship between her and Yang Mufan was like burnt pots and pans. No matter how hard you parted with them, if they were broken, they were broken. What else could you do besides throwing them away?!
When it dawned the next day, there was still no intention of stopping.
Mu Wanqing stayed up all night, huddled alone on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the heavy rain outside the window.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
She habitually goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her son and daughter.
But after entering, I discovered that the cooking pot was no longer usable.
She had no choice but to do nothing.
She stood in front of the window and looked down.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it: the downstairs of the community is directly flooded, just like the vast ocean.
As far as the eye can see, there is muddy rainwater.
Mu Wanqing frowned deeply and tightly. She had lived in City A for three years and had never encountered such a situation.
It seems that Mu Xiaoni and An An don't have to go to school today.
When she was thinking about how to prepare today's meal, her cell phone on the table suddenly buzzed.
Mu Wanqing walked over, picked it up and looked at it: it was a call from the manager of Huateng Company.
"Hello, manager." Mu Wanqing didn't think much and answered the call directly.
As soon as the call was connected, the manager's urging voice rang urgently: "Wanqing, when will you arrive at the company?! There is a very important meeting today. Come to the company as soon as possible."
After hearing this, Mu Wanqing frowned immediately: It was raining so heavily, and all traffic and roads were probably paralyzed. How could she get to the company?!
