737. Chapter 737 The illegitimate child who can't see the light
At noon, after coaxing Yang Mu Sheng to sleep, Wen Xiaorou took her mobile phone, went to the bathroom, and made a call directly: "Aben, how is the thing I asked you to do..."
Aben's deep voice came faintly through the radio waves: "Mrs. Yang, I have already contacted you, but the other party wants five million per mouth, which is a lot."
Wen Xiaorou stood in front of the sink, looking at herself with light makeup in the mirror through the polished mirror. She said coldly: "Money doesn't matter, I just want reliability and efficiency."
"I see."
A cold light suddenly appeared in Wen Xiaorou's beautiful eyes, and she said in a cold voice: "Aben, I don't care what means or method you use, let alone the price you pay, I want to see Yang Muan as soon as possible, silently
Disappear from this earth without a breath..."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Xiaorou turned on the faucet, then looked in the mirror and arranged her clothes.
The moment he left the bathroom, the sinister and vicious look on his beautiful face had long since disappeared, replaced by the same gentle and harmless look as before...
She did not go to the hospital, but went to the drugstore to buy some swelling-reducing medicine, then wrapped her arm with gauze and hung it on her chest.
She was injured recently and couldn't go out to make money, so she could only save costs as much as possible.
Mu Wanqing was sitting on the sofa, changing her dressing with one hand. She looked at her hands that were getting uglier, rougher, and duller. She was lost in thought for a long time, her eyes filled with sadness.
In the past, her hands were slender and smooth, as if they had been soaked in milk every day, white and translucent, and as soft as cotton.
But now, the habit calluses on the palms and fingers are becoming more and more numerous and thicker. Every winter, they will become chapped. Every time I wash dishes and clothes, I feel excruciating pain, just like Yang Mufan's hands when I was a child.
In the past, she would feel sorry for him and help him apply hand cream, but now... who will feel sorry for her and help her apply hand cream?!
At five o'clock in the afternoon, when Mu Wanqing went to the kindergarten to pick up Yang Muan, Teacher Ning greeted An An with a smile and led him out of the big iron gate.
The moment Yang Mu'an saw Mu Wanqing, he immediately rushed over excitedly, hugged her thigh, then raised his little face and asked with concern: "Mommy, are your hands still hurting?! Are you okay?!
Do you want An'an to help you purr?!"
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked at her sensible son. When she saw his little handsome face, she almost wrinkled up with worry. She touched his little head, and then said with a smile: "It's much better now. The wound doesn't hurt."
Now, An An doesn’t need to help mommy purr."
Instead, she chatted with Teacher Ning for a few words, and then wanted to take Yang Muan home.
Teacher Ning suddenly stopped her: "By the way, Miss Mu, I suddenly remembered that the school organized a parent-child activity to a suburban farm, and you haven't paid yet. Do you want to take An An there?! The purpose of this activity is to let children experience the countryside.
life, while increasing the relationship between children and parents.”
"..." Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing's slender eyebrows frowned deeply. She lowered her eyes and looked at An An, who was looking at her with innocent eyes. She wanted to refuse with a smile.
Unexpectedly, she was not allowed to speak, and an extremely sarcastic and contemptuous laugh came from the side: "Teacher Ning, aren't you deliberately trying to embarrass Miss Mu?! Everyone knows that Yang Mu'an is an illegitimate child who cannot be seen in the light. This time, the parent-child
The event requires the parents of the child to go with them. Where can Miss Mu conjure up a father for Yang Muan in a short while?! Find a stepfather temporarily, or spend money to hire a random passerby A and passerby B to pretend to be?!"
