Mu Wanqing went home crying that day. She sat on the subway, wiping her tears while cursing Yang Mufan for being hit by a car when he walked out of the company. He clearly no longer wanted An An, so why didn't he give him a way to survive?!
Does he have to die peacefully to be happy?!
After picking up An An and Mu Xiaoni and returning home from school, Mu Wanqing was not in the mood to cook. She locked herself in the room, took out her bankbook and bank card, and stared at the numbers on them in a daze.
How can this little money last for half a year?!
One month is already the limit.
Originally, she secretly planned to take An An to a restaurant for a good meal after getting her salary at the end of this month, and then buy him two pairs of shoes.
Now... all plans have been severely ruined by Yang Mufan.
Mu Wanqing hated her bank card so much that she almost broke it.
Jin Fei held a roast chicken cooked by a famous Italian chef in one hand and a bottle of 1982 Lafite in the other, and rang the doorbell happily.
Mu Xiaoni, who was sitting on the sofa, staring at each other with her admirer Mu An, wondering why Mu Wanqing was unhappy today, heard the doorbell, quickly put on her slippers and ran to the door with a "dong dong dong" sound.
Through the LED, she saw Jin Fei knocking on the door, and she happily opened the door.
"Hello, little darling, have you missed Aunt Jinfei?!" Jinfei asked with a smile as soon as she entered the door.
When Yang Muan saw Jin Fei coming, he first called Aunt Jin Fei, then excitedly ran to the door of Mu Wanqing's room, patted the door, and shouted inarticulately: "Mommy, Mommy, Aunt Jin Fei is here,
Mommy, come out quickly, Mommy..."
When Mu Wanqing heard the noise and came to her senses, she quickly put her bankbook and bank card back into the drawer, wiped the tears on her face carelessly, straightened her clothes, opened the door and walked out.
"Jinfei, why are you here today?!" Mu Wanqing asked, trying her best to smile.
Jinfei is not at all reserved and treats this small apartment as her own home: "Why, you're not welcome?!"
Put down the roast chicken and head straight into the kitchen.
Mu Wanqing followed to the kitchen: "How is that possible?!"
An An and Mu Xiaoni were sitting around the dining table, salivating over the roasted chicken.
An An was only two years old and too short, so he could only stand on tiptoes to barely see the fragrant roast chicken. Mommy didn't even cook dinner, so he starved to death.
"Why isn't there a goblet?!" Jinfei asked after searching for a long time in the kitchen.
Mu Wanqing wanted to roll her eyes. She couldn't even afford to eat, so did she still have the spare money to buy a goblet?!
So, she took two paper cups and said, "This is the only one."
When Jin Fei saw it, she immediately curled her lips in disgust: "Paper cups are unhygienic, and they are too stupid. They will directly insult my red wine, okay?! I'll call and ask Lu Haoran to send me a cup."
With that said, she was about to dig through her bag.
Mu Wanqing said: "Stop being picky, what you drink is not the same?! Why bother so much?! Stop calling!!"
With that said, she went to grab her cell phone.
Jin Fei curled her lips, looking very unhappy.
An An suddenly interrupted: "Aunt Jinfei, is your roast chicken delicious?! Can I try it?!"
As he spoke, he smacked his lips.
Mu Wanqing is so embarrassing. Her son is so embarrassed!! Who taught him to offer to eat guests’ food?! It’s simply rude!!
Jin Fei said with a smile: "Of course it's no problem. Come, Aunt Jin Fei will teach you how to eat." After saying that, she walked over and asked Mu Xiaoni to take An An to wash her hands. She put the side dishes and sauces in the lunch box