823. Chapter 823 PK confrontation between the big devil and the little devil 1
"..." 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.
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and stared at her son for a long time, her eyes full of hurt and grievance. It took her a while to answer: "An'an, it's not that uncle doesn't like you, but that uncle fell asleep and he didn't answer the phone. You
Look how tired your uncle is. He is busy with so much business in the company every day. An An, we made an agreement with our mother that we must be strong and independent. When uncle has no time to accompany us, we must take care of ourselves and not cause trouble to uncle.
Okay?! Just be obedient and your uncle will like us more."
"..." Yang Muan didn't say anything, but suddenly burst into tears.
As Mu Wanqing listened to her son's heartbroken cries, her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
The smart son may have understood something.
But...she still wanted to deceive herself. When her son cried, he didn't know anything, he just lost his temper.
The most hurtful thing in the world is not separation between life and death, nor miserable abandonment, but...the naked truth.
Yang Mufan went to the company in the morning, hurriedly finished the day's affairs, and then went to the hospital.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mu Wanqing sitting on the sofa drinking chicken soup with Yang Mu in her arms.
As Yang Mufan walked inside, he took off his coat, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his sleeves.
"I'm here to feed An An." Yang Mufan hung his coat on the hanger, then sat down next to Mu Wanqing, reaching out to hug An An, "In the afternoon, uncle has time to take you out to play, okay?! An An
Where do you want to go to play?!”
But before his hand could touch Yang Muan, Yang Muan had already avoided it.
"Mom, I don't want my uncle to hug me." Yang Muan hugged Mu Wanqing's neck tightly and stayed away from Yang Mufan.
Yang Mufan frowned. Apparently he didn't understand what happened to his son. Before he left the hospital yesterday, he was obviously fine. How...
When Mu Wanqing looked at Yang Mufan, her eyes were erratic and dim. She touched her son's back and whispered in his ear: "An'an, go over and let your uncle hold you."
Yang Muan faced Yang Mufan with his butt and the back of his head, and his attitude was extremely firm: "No. I don't want him to hug me."
"An'an..." Mu Wanqing frowned.
Yang Mufan didn't force himself, he took a step back and said, "Okay, uncle won't hug you, let mom hug you, and uncle will feed you chicken soup, okay?!"
With that said, Yang Mufan had already taken the chicken soup from Mu Wanqing's hand, walked around to the other side of the sofa and sat down. While coaxing him, he scooped the chicken soup to his mouth with a spoon.
Yang Mu'an tweaked a few times, and when he saw that Yang Mufan was forcing him to drink chicken soup, his temper suddenly rose. He waved his hands arrogantly, spilling the chicken soup everywhere, and then yelled emotionally at the top of his voice.
Mu Wanqing had never seen her son like this before, and she was immediately frightened. She quickly picked him up and asked in a soft voice: "An'an, what's wrong with you?! Why are you so angry?! Uncle feeds you chicken soup, right?
For your own good, even if you don’t drink it, you should say thank you and tell your uncle why you don’t drink chicken soup. It’s very rude to spill chicken soup all over your uncle, you know?! Quickly, apologize to your uncle!!”
