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825. Chapter 825 Mom is mine, not yours! 1

Mu Wanqing freed up a hand and held her forehead in frustration: For the first time, she discovered that Yang Mufan was so childish...

Of course, she also realized for the first time: Yang Mufan can eat so much.

A black-bone chicken, and such a big pot of chicken soup, actually...o(╯□╰)o

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after lunch.

Mu Wanqing sat next to the hospital bed and peeled the apple, then cut it into small pieces and inserted them piece by piece with toothpicks for her to eat.

While Yang Muan was playing with toys, she took a small piece of apple and stuffed it into her mouth.

From time to time, he would raise his sparkling bright glasses and shout excitedly: "Mom, look, my Transformer has changed another shape. This is the tenth time it has changed into a different body."

"An An, you are so smart." Mu Wanqing did not hesitate to praise her son. She raised her hand and touched his little head.

When she smiles, Mu Wanqing's big watery eyes curve into a beautiful crescent moon.

It is undoubtedly beautiful and pleasant to receive praise from your mother.

Yang Muan happily continued to lower his head and twist the Transformer in his hand, trying to change it into another form, and continued to ask for praise.

Mu Wanqing peeled two apples and arranged them neatly in a beautiful pattern on the plate. She told her son to eat more fruit, and then... When she went to look at Mufan for the fifteenth time, she found that he was still sitting by the window.

On the sofa next to him, he was motionless and had a strong aura.

Of course, his face definitely doesn’t look good.

Yang Mufan's calm movements to soothe his stomach naturally did not escape Mu Wanqing's eyes.

She sat on the chair next to the bed, hesitated for a while, and then cautiously asked, "Would you like me to get you some digestive medicine?!"

Although it is a little black chicken.

However, even if it is small, it is not that small.

Secondly, there is so much chicken soup.

I finished eating it in a few minutes, how could my stomach bear it?!

Yang Mufan didn't appreciate it at all. He didn't even glance at her and just refused coldly: "No need."

"..." Mu Wanqing was speechless. Seeing his bad attitude, she no longer insisted on getting him medicine.

For two whole hours, Yan Mufandu sat on the sofa without moving.

Later, he gradually couldn't stand it any longer.

Especially: His son didn't even look at him, and he and Mu Wanqing were having fun playing with a broken Transformer. They were so happy that they treated him like nothing.

This is undoubtedly a provocation to him and... an insult.

There is probably no father in the world who can tolerate his son, neglect himself, and then not take himself seriously.

It is said that a son always worships and admires his father as a hero, and then deliberately imitates his father's words and deeds. The father also hopes that his words and deeds can have an impact on his son, set an example and prestige.

A domineering and arrogant man like Yang Mufan has long been accustomed to the admiration and admiration of others. How can he tolerate his own son being disrespectful to him?!

So...he has been sitting on the sofa in silence.

Of course, in the eyes of Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan, his behavior was undoubtedly: sulking and awkward. In fact, it was not the case. The reason why he sat there silently was entirely because he was thinking about a very difficult but profound matter.

question.

That is: how to catch Yang Mu'an's little tail, control it tightly, and then watch him cry with a smile and beg his father and grandma to defeat the enemy with one move and win back the city...


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