Wen Xiaorou frowned and didn't want to pay attention to it, but for some reason, based on a woman's terrible intuition, she thought that this text message was not that simple. So, she raised her upper body slightly, took the phone and took a look, and sure enough, Mu Wan
Qing's phone number jumped on the screen...
Wen Xiaorou squeezed the phone's hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
The moment she unlocked her phone and clicked on the message, the text message sent by Mu Wanqing immediately fell into her eyes clearly, word by word.
Mu Wanqing said: "Mu Fan, are you asleep?! An An was frightened by the thunder and came to you crying. Can you come to the hospital to stay with him?!"
Wen Xiaorou stared straight at the string of Chinese characters on the phone screen, her expression distorted. In the end, she did not hesitate and clicked delete without hesitation. Then she went to the trash can and deleted the message completely.
Putting the phone back unchanged, Wen Xiaorou felt that she could finally sleep peacefully.
Mu Wanqing waited and waited for half an hour, but there was no news at all.
She sat blankly on the toilet, her heart beating fiercely just like outside.
She kept guessing: Did he see the message?! Why didn't he reply?! Did he fall asleep?! Or... he didn't plan to come to the hospital to accompany An An at all?!
Mu Wanqing waited and waited, and finally decided to call and ask about the situation.
As soon as the call was connected, she immediately asked emotionally: "Mu Fan, are you asleep?! Did you see the text message I sent you?! Can you come to the hospital? Thunder will make An An scared.
Already..."
Mu Wanqing said these words almost in one breath.
She held her phone, held her breath, and waited patiently for the response on the other end of the phone.
After several seconds, there was no movement, so she tentatively shouted again: "Mu Fan..."
Then, the next second, there was indeed a sound over there, but... it wasn't Yang Mufan's voice.
Wen Xiaorou held the phone and looked at the man who was still taking a shower in the bathroom. She whispered: "Miss Mu, Mu Fan may not be able to go to the hospital. He worked late today and just fell asleep. I couldn't bear to wake him up.
An An, can you take care of me?! If he is really scared, just tell him a story and coax him, okay?! I hope you can understand me. Mu Fan has very little rest time recently. Of course,
If you insist on letting him go to the hospital, I will wake him up now, he will be sleeping next to me anyway..."
…
"..." Mu Wanqing sat blankly on the toilet and didn't move for a long time.
What lingered in her ears was every word and sentence that Wen Xiaorou just said.
Anyway, he sleeps next to me...
Anyway, he sleeps in...
around me...
She knew clearly that it was normal for him to sleep next to other women, but hearing it with her own ears, her heart was still torn with blood.
She didn't know what Wen Xiaorou said next, let alone how she hung up the phone. She only knew that at this moment, her mind was blank.
Until, a huge earth-shaking thunder exploded in the sky, shaking the house and shaking faintly. Mu Wanqing heard her son wailing loudly and urgently banging on the door and calling for his mother. She wiped the tears on her face randomly, then stood up quickly,
He opened the bathroom door, held the completely frightened Yang Mu An tightly in his arms, and comforted her in a low voice: "An An, don't cry, don't cry, mom is here, don't be afraid, mom will protect An An. It's just thunder, don't
Afraid...Mom, help you cover your ears so that you can't hear the thunder, okay?! An An is a man, and men shouldn't be afraid of thunder..."
As she spoke, Mu Wanqing reached out to cover her son's ears.
Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently glanced at the three dishes on the dining table again. She felt that her heart, just like the dishes, was so cold that it had no warmth...
Yang Muan cried and asked, extremely emotional: "Mom, when will uncle come over?! Mom, will uncle come over?!"
Yang Mufan came out of the shower, wearing a black bathrobe.
He walked lightly to the big bed and looked at Wen Xiaorou and her son who were sleeping soundly. He sat silently on the edge of the sofa for a while, then got up, got his cell phone, and slowly left the room.
Hospital.
Mu Wanqing was lying on the bed holding Yangmu An, her hands still covering his ears.
Yang Muan looked at her with eyes swollen from crying.
The mother and son remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, Yang Mu An tentatively asked: "Mom, does uncle not like An An, so... he doesn't come to the hospital to accompany An An?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing's heart suddenly tightened after hearing her son's question. She didn't know how to tell her son: It's not that uncle doesn't like him, it's just that... he likes Sheng Sheng more.
