She was like a pet trying to please its owner, with a cheerful smile and a sweet voice: "Mu Fan, is your neck very sore?! Then sit down quickly and I'll help you press it. My skills are great, press it.
Very comfortable to wear.”
But Yang Mufan smiled coldly, glanced at her disdainfully, and then: while sitting down proudly like a big man, he turned his dark eyes full of evil smile to the person lying on the bed, who was being bathed.
Wanqing abandons Mu'an, who looks a little resentful and pitiful.
That look, that posture, not to mention how proud and comfortable he was.
Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows, and then conveyed the message with his eyes: Little boy, please continue to show off your cuteness to your mommy and pretend to be pitiful!!!!!!!!! Look at your mommy now.
I don't care about you!!!! Damn~, you are too young to fight with me!!!!
Yang Mu An was huffing and puffed, her beautiful and perfect face turning crimson.
He glared at Yang Mufan fiercely, then turned to look at Mommy, who was giving Yang Mufan a massage with a smile and meticulous attention. Yang Mufan smacked her lips, and then shouted pitifully: "Mommy, An'an feels so uncomfortable suddenly, you
Come and give An An a hug, okay?! Mommy!!"
As he said that, Yang Muan opened his arms towards Mu Wanqing.
As soon as her son said he was not feeling well, Mu Wanqing's nerves suddenly tightened. She was so nervous and frightened that she let go of Yang Mufan and ran back: "An'an, what's wrong with you?! Tell your mother, my mother will help you call...
"doctor.
However, before she could take more than two steps, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Mufan's low command sounded unhurriedly: "Where do you want to run?! Keep pressing."
Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing frowned deeply and tightly: "An An said he was not feeling well."
Yang Mufan sneered: "Uncomfortable?! Look at that little thing's evil face. Is there any sign of discomfort?! Mu Wanqing, you're stupid, can you please brighten your eyes too?! You were deceived by your son,
It’s a very shameful thing.”
"But, what if An An is really uncomfortable?!" Mu Wanqing was really worried. Her son was not in good health, and she never dared to be negligent.
After hearing this, Yang Muan immediately provoked her more and howled even louder: "Mommy, An An is really uncomfortable. Mommy, come here and hug An An, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy... Wow wow..."
Hearing her son cry, Mu Wanqing's heart clenched violently.
When she tried her best to shake off Yang Mufan's hand, Yang Mufan was one step ahead of him, and shouted at Yang Muan with a ferocious face: "Yang Muan, are you really uncomfortable?! Since you don't feel comfortable, you should see a doctor, and
You’re not asking mom to hug you, let’s do this, I’ll call and ask Uncle Nishimachi to come over and give you a dozen or twenty injections, which will probably make you feel a lot more comfortable.”
With that said, Yang Mufan took out his cell phone and pretended to make a call.
Of course, the hand holding Mu Wanqing's wrist did not let go at all.
After hearing his words, Mu Wanqing was immediately furious.
What does it mean: If you feel uncomfortable, you should see a doctor instead of letting your mother hold you?! Call Nishimachi to come over and give her a dozen or twenty injections?! An An is their son, not a pig, not a cow. The dose of medicine is so high that they want to torture their son to death.
Yes or no?!
When she angrily wanted to break free of Yang Mufan's restraints and pointed at his nose and scolded him for not having any humanity at all, Yang Muan, who had been rolling around in pain in bed a few seconds ago, suddenly jumped up from the bed.
He stood angrily at the head of the bed, glaring angrily at the man who had taken out his mobile phone and was making a call. He pulled the phone tight with his small fist.
Yang Mu'an's gloomy little face shouted angrily: "Mom, it's mine, not yours. Why do you want to occupy your mother to give you a massage instead of letting her hug me?! Also, I don't want it."
inject--"
Yang Mu Fanyun glanced at him lightly, and then hummed leisurely: "First of all, if you feel uncomfortable, you should get treatment and injections. Let me ask you, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?! Secondly, who is your mother?
This topic is very serious and practical, and I feel that I must analyze it carefully with you. Yang Muan, your logic is really ridiculously confusing and embarrassing. Come on, I will kindly help you sort it out."
"You were born by your mother, in other words: you are your mother's, not your mother's. Furthermore: I only had you when your mother and I were together, which means: your mother is definitely mine. In layman's terms
To sum it up in an easy-to-understand way: You are your mother’s, and your mother is mine, so naturally you are mine too, do you understand?! If you understand, then don’t jump around in front of me, let me see
Joke. Are you embarrassed to steal your mother from me?! Do you think you can win?!"
Saying that, Yang Mufan smiled coldly: "Don't irritate me anymore, and don't drag me in front of me, otherwise, your mother and I won't want you anymore, believe it or not?!"
Young Master An An was so stimulated...
He was a small man, standing at the head of the bed, trembling faintly, his cheeks bulging and his nostrils rising and falling.
He and Yang Mufan stared at each other for a while. Then, he slid off the bed and ran towards Mu Wanqing. While running to hug her thigh, he emphasized in a rogue manner: "Woo~, mom.
It belongs to An An, mother is not a big bastard. Wuwu~, mother belongs to An An alone, not anyone else!!!!!! Mom will not abandon An An, wuwu~, big bastard, you actually instigated it
