"Really?!" Yang Mufan asked with a deadpan expression, his voice was low and deep, but it was inexplicably cold and sent chills down his spine.
When Wen Xiaorou saw Yang Mufan coming back, she quickly let go of Yang Muan and stood up from the sofa.
Hurry up to meet him.
"Mu Fan..." she whispered, her big eyes flashing with uneasiness and panic.
Yang Mufan just glanced at her lightly, still expressionless. After a while, he asked dullly: "Why are you here?!"
In fact, he wanted to ask: Who dared to tell her the address of this villa after being so ambitious?
Wen Xiaorou stared straight at every expression on Yan Mufan's handsome face. Although she was as calm as ever, her dark brown pupils were too dark.
Lowering her eyes, Wen Xiaorou replied in a low voice: "You haven't been home recently, and I was a little worried, so I asked Tianhu and the others privately... Mu Fan, are you unhappy that I came here without your permission?! Then I am now
Just go back."
With that said, Wen Xiaorou took her coat and bag and was about to go out.
Yang Mufan turned around and went upstairs. Leng Youyou said: "No need!!"
Yang Mufan took a quick shower and went downstairs to Yang Muan's room wearing off-white pajamas. Wen Xiaorou was leaning on the head of his narrow children's bed, holding a fairy tale book and hugging him gently, using a woman's unique tenderness and sweetness.
The voice tells stories and coaxes him to sleep.
Yang Mufan leaned against the door and did not move for a long time.
His sharp black eyes were mysterious and deep, like a black hole, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at this moment.
Yang Mufan feels that Yang Muan has been alone with Mu Wanqing for too long and lacks the company of his father, so his temperament is somewhat similar to Mu Wanqing's. He lacks the perseverance of a boy and is extra timid and fearful, so... Yang Muan
For the room, he directly asked the designer to design it in a navy style.
I hope that I can slowly change Yang Mu'an's character.
Sometimes, he would rather admire Mu An to be as domineering and domineering as he admires Mu Sheng, rather than hide behind him fearfully when something happens.
The children's room, which is mainly white and blue, is lit only by an orange table lamp, so the light is very dim.
The dim light shrouded Wen Xiaorou, who was telling stories vividly and vividly.
Under the light, her eyes were soft, and her silky black hair was pouring down like a waterfall.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the suburban villa is extremely quiet.
Wen Xiaorou's voice, as melodious as an oriole, echoed in the corridor on the second floor, as beautiful as the sound of nature.
Yang Mufan felt: This kind of picture is so beautiful and heartwarming.
The cold frost in his eyes dissipated a lot as time went by.
After Wen Xiaorou coaxed An Che to fall asleep completely, she quietly left the room.
When Wen Xiaorou gently closed the door, she raised her head and said, "Mu Fan, why are you..."
Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, Yang Mufan suddenly took up her numb arm, which had been pressed by Yang Muan for more than an hour, and used his long and beautiful fingers to gently and forcefully press the acupuncture points accurately and help her rub them.
