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.
Feeling his movement, Wen Xiaorou suddenly fell silent.
She lowered her eyes and bit her lip as she watched him carefully and considerately massage her numb arms. For a moment, her eyes suddenly stung.
Yang Mufan pressed her for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Is it still numb?!"
Wen Xiaorou shook her head hard.
Yang Mufan easily pulled her upstairs.
"Mu Fan, are you still angry with me?!" Wen Xiaorou slowly followed him and said timidly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Admire Fan Fei's thin lips, slightly pursed.
His deep black eyes stared straight ahead at the corridor.
"Mu Fan?!" Wen Xiaorou shouted softly again.
Yang Mufan's mellow and magnetic voice sounded out in a low voice after a while: "I'm not angry with you, but angry with myself. I haven't gone back recently because I'm weighing how to arrange for you to meet An An.
It seems abrupt, but it also allows you to accept each other without being hurt. Xiaorou, it's me who should say I'm sorry."
When An An was first brought to the villa by him, she had been particularly silent for the past few days.
He sat by the window all day without saying a word, and even asked Mrs. De to help him raise a pot of cactus.
Children are very attached to their mothers, and he is worried that if An Mu An meets Wen Xiaorou, she will cry and make a fuss.
And Wen Xiaorou...
It would be difficult for any woman to accept the fact that she has to raise someone else's child.
Even if he trusts Wen Xiaorou again, he still has scruples in his heart.
Suddenly, without warning, she appeared in this villa, and he was indeed very angry.
Even a little angry.
"Do you like An An?!" Yang Mufan suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the woman following him.
Wen Xiaorou was startled for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "I like it very much. An An looks so cute, almost carved out of the same mold as you, I really like her so much. Mu Fan, do you still remember me before?
I told you that I hope Sheng Sheng can have a brother to accompany him so that he will not be lonely. Now that I have An An, isn't this great?! Don't worry, I will treat An An as my own and take good care of him.
.I get along very well with him, and An An secretly told me just now that he also likes me very much."
"..." Yang Mufan's frown, which had been furrowed, finally showed signs of loosening at this moment.
Wen Xiaorou stepped forward, hugged his strong waist, and slid her whole body into the deepest part of his generous and warm embrace. She closed her eyes, greedily sucking in the air mixed with his unique scent, and then whispered softly: "Mu Fan, take me with you.
Please go back to our home with An An, okay?! You haven't been at home these days, and Sheng Sheng has been clamoring to see you."
Feeling that Yang Mufan still seemed to have some concerns, Wen Xiaorou said again: "What's more, An An and Sheng Sheng will meet sooner or later, don't you think so?! Wouldn't it be good to meet earlier and develop a good relationship earlier?!"
Yang Mufan tightened his handsome eyebrows and thought for a long time before he nodded: "Okay!"
Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou suddenly beamed with joy. Without thinking much, she stood on tiptoes and kissed Yang Mufan on the lips.
However, Yang Mufan turned his head to avoid him.
Wen Xiaorou looked at the handsome man standing in front of her, who could be said to be zero distance away from her. Her big clear eyes were clearly filled with hurt.
Their bodies were obviously so close, but she felt that his heart was further away than the end of the world.
Yang Mufan remained motionless with his face turned away. His thin lips moved slightly and he said: "Xiaorou, before marriage, I don't want to do anything except hugging!"
