Yang Mufan didn't speak, but pursed his thin lips that were cold and constantly exuding cold air. He stared straight at Yang Muan's fearful little eyes, which revealed a hint of arrogance and stubbornness, and moved his beautiful hands towards
A stall nearby: "Give me porridge!!"
Upon hearing this, a maid immediately held a bowl of porridge and placed it respectfully in his palm.
Yang Mufan skillfully stirred the porridge with a spoon. While feeling the temperature of the porridge, he ordered the maid: "Clean up the room roughly and then everyone goes out."
Yang Mufan did not lose his temper, and all the maids secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Quickly clearing up the broken dishes and porridge in the room and the porridge that fell on the floor, everyone can dodge as fast as they can.
The moment the door was gently closed, Yang Mufan's tall and straight body leaned straight on the large and soft bed. Without looking at Yang Muan, he ordered in a low but threatening voice: "Come here."
Yang Mu'an stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, wary, with no intention of stepping forward.
Yang Mufan knows clearly: If you come to force, it is obviously unrealistic.
so……
He raised Ying Ting's beautiful eyebrows and asked leisurely: "Don't want to see Mommy?!"
When Yang Muan heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Will you let mother come to see me?!"
"It depends on your performance." Yang Mufan uttered a sentence without saltiness.
Yang Muan squatted on the bed with all four limbs lying on the bed like a little dog.
Although his movements are a bit inelegant, Yang Mufan knows that when there is danger, his movements are the fastest to run away.
Seeing Yang Muan's energetic eyes wandering around, as if he was thinking and analyzing the credibility of his words, Yang Mufan continued: "It's best not to make me unhappy, otherwise... I will never see you again in this life.
Mommy.”
Yang Mu'an pursed her lips, thought over and over again, and asked persistently: "Will you really let your mother come to see me?!"
"..." Yang Mufan adjusted the porridge in the bowl a few more times. He felt that the temperature of the porridge was suitable and it was ready to eat. He then raised his long, narrow and deep black eyes to look at Yang Muan. He said quietly, "Instead of asking me,
Will you be allowed to see your mother? You might as well learn to be smarter and find your own solution. I admire An, and you must remember: everything depends on man, and man can conquer nature. If you want to succeed in something, it is not just about relying on external forces, but more importantly
You can achieve it through your own resourcefulness and ability, do you understand?!"
Yang Muan's eyes were as bright as black stone.
Yang Mufan saw it and clearly knew that he didn't quite understand.
He didn't expect a little baby over two years old to understand.
So he said in a more serious tone: "Come here, if you don't eat porridge anymore, it will get cold."
In the end, Yang Mu An still obediently lay down towards him. Because: if you are obedient, you might be able to see your mother.
When Yang Mufan saw this, he felt displeased and wanted to scold him: How unbecoming a boy would be if he learned how to crawl like a dog.
But he knew in his heart: he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
He could only endure it for the time being. He had no idea how Mu Wanqing educated his son, without any domineering or courage at all.
Seeing that although Yang Muan was leaning towards him, he obviously still kept a certain distance from him, so he whispered: "Come here and lean into my arms."
Yang Muan thought for a while, then moved over and leaned into Yang Mufan's arms.
Yang Mufan's left hand holding the porridge hugged Yang Muan's small body, and his right hand skillfully and elegantly fed him the porridge one spoonful at a time.
After taking several bites, Yang Muan suddenly raised his head and asked him: "Are you my dad?!"
Yang Mufan glanced at him lightly, and then asked, "What do you think?!"
Yang Mu'an frowned, thought over and over again, and then said: "The father in the photo that you and your mother secretly hid under the pillow looks exactly the same. No, you are much, much more handsome than him..."
Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan's hand holding the spoon to scoop out the porridge suddenly stopped...
