She asked curiously: "Sister-in-law De, what happened?! Why are there so many pajamas..."
Sister-in-law De frowned and replied: "Master An wants to wear bear pajamas. The eldest master asked me to buy all the bear pajamas from all major brands in city A, but there is nothing that the young master wants. This is not the case, I want it.
Go out and continue to contact major manufacturers to find clothes. Wen Xiaorou, I'm going to do my work first. It's getting late now. If we don't buy the pajamas that Master An likes, all of us in the house will suffer..."
As she said this, Mrs. De was followed by the little maids, all of whom looked like they were in danger of imminent disaster.
You need to know how ugly and gloomy Yang Mufan's face was when the last fifty pieces of clothes were carried in and Yang Muan still shook his head and said with a smile that he didn't have the bear pajamas he wanted to wear.
If Master An hadn't been present, I'm afraid they would have died collectively.
Wen Xiaorou nodded and led Sheng Sheng to the side to make way for Mrs. De and the maids carrying pajamas.
Up and down, twenty maids moved a total of fifteen times before taking away all the clothes.
Wen Xiaorou stared at the truck loaded with pajamas with gloomy eyes and disappeared into the yard. She held Yang Mu Sheng's hand and unknowingly pulled it tighter and tighter. She hated it so much that her teeth almost broke...
Is it just a pair of pajamas?!
Is such a big battle necessary?!
I’m deeply afraid that others won’t know: Is Yang Mu’an your son?!
After Wen Xiaorou first coaxed Sheng Sheng to sleep, she spotted Yang Mufan still in Yang Muan's room, lying on the small bed and telling stories.
Yang Mu Fan Jian frowned tightly and looked a little unhappy.
It was obvious that he was disliked.
Wen Xiaorou knocked on the door gently, then walked in and whispered: "Get out of the way, I will tell An An a story."
Yang Mufan glanced at Yang Muan, who was lying in his arms and looking at him with sullen eyes, showing no intention of moving.
Wen Xiaorou said: "It's very late. Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed. Aren't you going to the company early tomorrow? I'll put An An to sleep."
Then, Wen Xiaorou said to Yang Muan with a smile on her face: "An'an, auntie will tell you a story, okay?! What stories does Anan like to hear?! Auntie can tell a lot of stories!!"
Yang Muan nodded, and then rolled out of Yang Mufan's arms.
Being disliked again, Yang Mufan had to stand up reluctantly.
To be honest, he really wanted to beat that brat.
He put down his identity and kindly told him stories to coax him to sleep. He didn't appreciate it and let it go, but he still picked on him.
After a while, he said: Uncle, your tone is so stiff and emotionless.
After a while, he said: Uncle, the story you told is really boring.
Let’s talk about it later: Uncle, you tell your story so fast that I can’t hear it...
Yang Mufan was so angry that he wanted to slam the door and leave, but in the end he held back. He wanted to see what kind of tone this little thing liked.
…
Early the next morning, Yang Mufan got up at six o'clock and went out for an hour's morning jog. When he came back covered in sweat, Wen Xiaorou happened to lead Sheng Sheng downstairs for breakfast.
Wen Xiaorou was about to come forward with a towel and ask Yang Mufan to have breakfast first and then go upstairs to take a shower.
Unexpectedly, she was not allowed to take any action. Suddenly, a burst of earth-shattering screams erupted in the quiet villa: "Ah ah ah, it's not good, Mrs. De. Something happened to Master An. He suddenly stopped moving. Call the doctor quickly."
, Mrs. De——"
Before Yang Mufan could react, he saw the maid taking care of Yang Muan. She was so frightened that she rolled down the stairs...
