830. Chapter 830 It's nice to have him by my side.
Yang Muan raised her cute little mouth and said: "I can challenge, but you big bastard, this competition is not fair. You are bullying the small and the weak by relying on the strong. Don't you feel blushing when you bully a child?!"
Yan Mufan raised his eyebrows: "Since ancient times, the winner is a prince and the loser is a bandit. There is no such thing as 'bullying' or 'fairness'. There is only 'losing' or 'winning'. In battles, a small number defeats a large number, and the weak meets the strong."
, there are even more. Dear Mu An, you must remember that victory is not the exclusive preserve of the physically strong, but belongs to... the wise."
"..." I saw Yang Mu'an blinking at him with her dark eyes, as if she was digesting and filtering the words he just said.
Yang Mufan was silent for a moment and asked, "Can you understand?!"
Seeing Yang Muan first nod, then shaking his head weakly, Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and explained concisely: "In a word: in order to achieve the goal, when necessary, you can do whatever it takes."
While Yang Mufan was reasoning with Yang Muan, Mu Wanqing stood aside and felt tired, so she simply sat on the sofa.
She held her chin in her hands and looked straight at the two most important men in her life standing in front of her, fascinated as she looked at them.
Sure enough, there is a huge difference between having a father and not having a father.
Regarding the education of "strong and weak PK", her and Yang Mufan's views are completely different.
In the past, she was afraid that her son would get hurt. She would always say: "An'an, if a child bullies you in kindergarten, and the child is taller, stronger, or stronger than you, you must not confront him head-on and make excuses or reasons.
Apply oil to the soles of your feet, this is the last word."
How could she be like Yang Mufan and say to him: Use your brain.
My son is indeed very smart.
Apart from the congenital defects of the body, the only biggest shortcoming is that he is too timid.
In Yang Mufan's words: He doesn't have the domineering and boldness that a boy should have.
She can't really blame her for this.
She sat on the sofa and watched Yang Mufan squatting down, educating her son seriously and patiently. For the first time, she felt from the bottom of her heart: It was great to have him by her side.
It was an inexplicable sense of stability and solidity that cannot be described in words.
The two father and son were clearly at war with each other before, but as they chatted, they put their arms around each other and sat on the floor.
Yang Mu An sat in Yang Mu Fan's arms, clinging tightly to him, while Yang Mu Fan hugged him smoothly.
Mu Wanqing, who had regained her composure, saw this scene and immediately felt like she couldn't laugh or cry, she was extremely depressed.
She originally thought that the two of them would fight because of her, and that there would be a life-and-death duel that would shock the world and make the gods cry.
It turns out: the thunder is loud and the raindrops are light.
It made her happy and excited in vain.
Eh--
So lost, so disappointed, so want to cry.~~~~(>_<)~~~~
However, things never seem to be as simple as they appear.
Mu Wanqing was just about to get up and let Yang Muan take a nap first.
As a result, the father and son, who had been so close to each other just now, suddenly became... aggressive again.
In the air, the strong smell of gunpowder spread rapidly.
Yang Mufan provoked: "On the issue of your mother's ownership, I will never give in. Simply talking to me, or deceiving me, deliberately leading me into a ditch, is of no use. Do you really think I am
So easy to deceive, will she stupidly jump into the trap you designed?! Unless you beat me, otherwise... you can't even think about letting her hug you, kiss you, coax you, and sing you a lullaby without any scruples."
