While the three of them were playing and playing, Mu Wanqing just looked at her coldly and stood lonely in the dim shadow of the corridor...
Like abandoned puppets, standing outside their world, looking lonely and sad at them, who are thickly wrapped in happiness, so happy and joyful.
Mu Wanqing felt her eyes were sore and stinging so much that she couldn't stand it at all. She suddenly turned her back to them, and then looked at her son lying on the hospital bed with tears in her eyes, still unable to move.
The hands hanging by her sides were tightly pulled into fists, and the sharp nails dug deeply into her flesh, but she could not feel the slightest pain.
"It's so late, why don't you stay at home and have a good rest?!" After enough fighting, Yang Mufan hugged Yangmu Sheng and sat down on the bench, "Sheng Sheng is growing up, and he doesn't sleep well, which affects his height and height.
intelligence."
Wen Xiaorou glared viciously at Yang Mu Sheng who kept making faces at her. She really wanted to slap him, but was protected by Yang Mu Fan and couldn't hit him no matter what.
She then sat down next to Yang Mufan, and then whispered: "I heard from Mrs. De that you haven't eaten all day, and seeing that she was coming to the hospital to deliver chicken soup to you, I was worried about An An's condition.
I was worried that you wouldn’t drink chicken soup, so I made the trip myself. As for Sheng Sheng..."
Wen Xiaorou paused, and then whispered: "We haven't found out who is behind the murder of An An. I don't know what his purpose is. I'm worried that he will attack Sheng Sheng, so..."
Before Wen Xiaorou could finish her words, Yang Mufan pressed her hand that was holding the spoon, which was shaking violently, and said in a low but determined tone: "Don't worry too much, I will find out as soon as possible and won't let you
He Shengsheng is also in danger."
After hearing Yang Mufan's words, Wen Xiaorou immediately beamed with a smile that was brighter than March.
And... even though they turned around and didn't look, their conversation was unreserved and all reached Mu Wanqing's ears.
Every word Yang Mufan said to Wen Xiaorou was like one poisonous needle after another, pricking her scabbed heart full of holes.
The bright red blood overflowed crazily, pouring hot water on her stomach, and then flooded her liver, spleen, kidneys and pancreas. The pain caused her liver, intestines, heart and lungs to be torn apart, and her internal organs torn apart.
Obviously, it was her son who was hurt, so why was Yang Mufan so vocal and active in finding the real culprit, but it was for Wen Xiaorou and her son?!
If they are not exposed to danger, then what is her son?!
"Mu Fan, drink some chicken soup first." Wen Xiaorou unscrewed the thermos bucket and scooped out half a bowl with skillful movements.
Yang Mufan frowned habitually.
But Wen Xiaorou said with a smile: "You are not allowed to say 'you don't want to drink' when you refuse. Mrs. De made it herself and put a lot of supplements in it. You need to eat more so that you can be energetic and catch that person out, right?"
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Yang Mufan didn't speak, just pursed his thin and handsome lips, silently took the bowl, and drank slowly.
Wen Xiaorou hugged Sheng Sheng and sat next to him, looking at him with gentle watery eyes, her eyes full of fondness and love.
Seeing him drink a bowl after a few sips, she helped him fill another bowl.
When Yang Mufan drank the third bowl, Wen Xiaorou finally looked at Mu Wanqing.
She let go of Sheng Sheng, walked to Mu Wanqing, and asked with a gentle smile: "Miss Mu, you haven't eaten for a day, right?! Do you want some chicken soup?! I brought a lot,
Mu Fan will definitely not be able to finish the drink alone..."
