752. Chapter 752 An An will be three years old next spring...
Gritting her trembling teeth, she felt extremely wronged, desperate and sad, crying and begging: "Mu Fan, An An is gone, save him... I beg you, save him... Mu Fan...
…Help, our son…”
The deep night was so quiet that it was deathly silent.
Mu Wanqing curled up her thin body, holding the phone tightly, holding her breath and listening to what was happening on the other end of the phone.
But...she couldn't hear any sound, it was silent.
Unable to get a response from Yang Mufan, Mu Wanqing felt that her heart was as cold as this night.
She choked and whispered: "Mu Fan, are you listening to my call?! I beg you, answer me, okay?! An'an, he was carried away by someone in a daze, I can't find him, you go
Help me find him, okay?! Mu Fan..."
Yang Mufan stood on the open-air balcony on the third floor of a secluded private villa under his name, squinting his deep black eyes and looking straight at the scenery of the villa that was completely swallowed up by the darkness. He heard Mu Wanqing's sad cry,
Weakness and despair lingered in his ears.
His face, as delicate as a knife, was so calm that there was no trace of ripples.
He looked indifferent, like a bystander.
Seeing that Mu Fan was silent, Mu Wanqing thought it was because he didn't believe that An An was his son, and she became more and more agitated. She asked: "Mu Fan, are you afraid that I will lie to you and that An An is not your son?! Mu Fan
, An An is your son, he is really your son. He looks exactly like you. You only need to take a look and you will know. Mu Fan, believe me, okay?! I really didn’t lie to you...
I'll get rid of you and send someone to find him quickly, okay?! I'm worried that something will happen to him, Mu Fan..."
There was still silence on the other end of the phone.
Mu Wanqing completely collapsed.
She sat on the ground and curled up into the smallest ball.
What does he mean if he doesn't speak?!
Meaning: Does he not care about An An’s life or death at all?!
How could he be so cold-blooded?! How could he not even save his own flesh and blood?!
Mu Wanqing was so weak that she couldn't sit still and fell to the ground.
The refreshing cold air from the ground penetrated through the thin clothes on her body, seeping into every inch of her skin and every cell, wrapping her tightly, making her whole body tremble with cold.
She was like a dying shrimp whose shell had been peeled off, shrinking and hugging herself.
It turns out that the world is so big, and it turns out that from beginning to end, the only one who can give her a hug and warmth is herself.
Mu Wanqing seemed to be paralyzed, with a pale face without any emotion. She spoke to her phone and weakly repeated the introduction of her son over and over again: "His name is Yang Mu'an, and his nickname is An'an. In the spring of next year, he will
He is now three years old. He is very obedient, sensible, and smart. He likes to drink milk and eat fish soup. He said that if he drinks a lot of milk and eats a lot of fish soup, he will be as tall and handsome as his father. He is serious and serious.
When he was young, like you, he liked to frown, and his eyes were like yours, with beautiful peach blossom eyes. His only playmate, except for his sister Mu Xiaoni, was a yo-yo. Every time I was busy at work
Sometimes, he would sit obediently not far from me and play yo-yo alone. The children in the kindergarten ignored him. The teacher told me privately that in kindergarten, he would always draw in the classroom, drawing all kinds of things.
Dads, tall, short, fat, and thin. He said that he would draw many dads so that people would no longer bully him or look down on him... I admire Fan, An'an, follow me, and live forever.
He is very unhappy and has been living a very hard life. I beg you, for the sake of him being your biological son, don’t be so cruel to him. He needs you so much. Although I have never met you, I know,
He has always relied on you. Yang Mufan, for the sake of my friendship with you since I was nine years old, would you like to get him back?! I'm worried that someone will bully him. He is still so young and fragile, how can he withstand a situation like this?
