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...
After all, he deliberately drank chicken soup two hours ago to provoke him. He thought that he would lose his temper, cry and make a fuss, but who would have thought... instead of reacting at all, he was expressionless.
His expression rewarded him with a big eye roll.
This behavior absolutely and deeply stimulated Yan Mufan's self-esteem, which was so powerful that no one could touch it.
If he can't even deal with this little brat, he won't have to mess around anymore!
If you spread the word, you will only be laughed at.
Of course, every time he pressed his stomach, which was really uncomfortable, Yang Mufan swore viciously in his heart: He would definitely make that little thing pay with blood, even if it was his son.
He just sat on the sofa and kept observing and observing.
After watching it for two hours, I finally found a clue.
Yang Mu An called Mu Wanqing "Mom" for the fortieth time, then lay in her arms and cooed, and asked her to tell him stories to coax him to take a nap.
He ordered unceremoniously: "Mu Wanqing, my neck and shoulders are sore. Come over and massage it for me."
As he spoke, Yang Mufan turned his neck and shrugged his shoulders in a serious manner.
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she was immediately horrified.
She looked at Yang Mufan with wide eyes, wary and confused. She didn't understand what was wrong with this man and why he asked her to give him a massage?!
Compared with Mu Wanqing's confusion, Yang Mu'an's sense of crisis is obviously much stronger and more accurate.
Especially when he turned around and saw Yang Mufan smiling evilly at him, he instinctively hugged Mu Wanqing's neck, and then used his little face to rub Mu Wanqing desperately.
Admiring An raised her little mouth and begged inarticulately: "Mom, An An is so sleepy, can you coax An An to sleep?! She's so sleepy."
As he spoke, he yawned: "An'an wants to hear her mother sing."
Mu Wanqing stroked his back, nodded habitually, and then put him on the bed: "Okay, mommy will sing to you. An'an, listen and sleep at the same time, okay?!"
"Okay!!" Yang Mu Anba smacked her lips and answered extremely loudly.
Yang Mufan saw Yang Muan cast a provocative and triumphant look at him, and the veins on his temples jumped.
Looking at the woman curled up on the bed, hugging her son, listening to her words and singing to coax him to sleep, Yang Mufan felt increasingly angry.
Yang Mufan clenched his fists and yelled through gritted teeth: "Mu Wanqing, I asked you to come over and give me a massage. Are you deaf or do you have a brain problem?!"
"My son wants to go to bed. I'll coax him to sleep first and then give you a massage, okay?!" Hearing Yang Mufan yelling, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but get a little angry, and her tone of voice was inevitably a bit harsh.
Doesn’t he know what is more important between resting his son and rubbing his neck?!
When Yang Mufan heard this, his dark eyes turned cold.
Seeing Yang Muan secretly making faces at him again, Yang Mufan was so angry that his nose became crooked.
His face was ashen and dark, and his voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all: "No. I want you to come over and give me a massage. Immediately, immediately, right, now!!!!!"
ps: Take a nap first and continue updating in the afternoon or evening...
