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!"
"..." Wen Xiaorou looked straight at Yang Mufan without saying a word.
Yang Mufan frowned, then turned around and walked to the master bedroom: "It's very late. Go back to your room and have a good rest. We'll go back together tomorrow morning."
Looking at Yang Mufan's Qingjun figure who quickly disappeared, Wen Xiaorou's hands hanging on both sides of her body were firmly pulled into fists.
Before marriage, you don’t want to do anything?!
He returned to China and met Mu Wanqing. Now that he has a biological son, will he marry her again?!
Wen Xiaorou stood in the dark corridor, smiling ironically and desolately...
The night was so dark that there was no light at all.
Tang Moyu sat next to Mu Wanqing and listened to her ramble: "This is what the nurse took for me with my mobile phone when An An was just born. Look at him, he is wrinkled, does he look like a baby?"
Shar Pei?!”
As he spoke these words, the dim orange light shone squarely on Mu Wanqing's pale and haggard face, and Tang Moyu could clearly see the happy yet lonely smile on her face.
"Tang Moyu, do you know? The first time I saw An An was five hours after giving birth. The nurse helped me to the nursery. Through the transparent glass, I saw that his whole body was wrinkled.
I was scared at the time, thinking something was wrong, but the nurse told me that if a baby is soaked in amniotic fluid for a long time, it will wrinkle when he is born, and it will be fine in a few days."
"Look, this is a photo of him three days later. How beautiful and cute he looks."
"This was taken by me borrowing the landlady's camera the day An An learned to crawl."
"This was taken on An An's first birthday."
"This is the first time An An has learned to walk, and this is the first time An An has called her mother..."
"..."
Tang Moyu sat there, quietly listening to Mu Wanqing tell the story behind each photo. While he marveled at Mu Wanqing's super memory, he was also very sad.
After Mu Wanqing finished talking about the thick box of photos, her originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed.
She gently stroked the photos in the box with her pale fingers and murmured to herself: "Why didn't I take more photos before?! There are so few photos, and they are not enough."
In the past, she always felt that the photos she took of An An were enough.
The original idea was: when he grows up, I can make a growth book for him and give it to him.
Only now did she realize that three hundred photos were really too few.
When she was flipping through it, the page was already gone before she could take a closer look at her son's appearance.
Just when Mu Wanqing was extremely frustrated, she suddenly exclaimed: "By the way, Tang Moyu, on the day An An was born, the doctor printed a small handprint and a small footprint on him. Do you want to see it?! I'll get it for you. Look."
"You will find it incredible that the hands and feet of a newborn baby are so small."
With that said, Mu Wanqing was about to stand up, but Tang Moyu held her down: "That's enough Mu Wanqing!!!!"
Ps: The end of the previous chapter has been slightly revised. You can go back and read it again.
