831. Chapter 831 Admiring Fan's Battle of Waterloo 1
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."
Yang Mu'an was not to be outdone: "You bastard, I want to fight you."
Yang Mufan: "I am happy to accept it and am very happy to accompany you. Tell me how to fight."
Yang Muan: "I want to bite you, is that okay?!"
"..." As soon as he heard this, Yang Mufan's face turned green, and the veins on his handsome forehead were pulsing. This little brat is so rebellious that he actually wanted to bite him?! Why didn't he get struck by lightning?!
After a while, Yang Mufan suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth: "Okay, as long as you bite me, your mommy will be yours..."
"..." Mu Wanqing stood aside, speechless.
Seeing the father and son becoming incompatible with each other, she sighed silently, and then sat back on the sofa.
Watch the duel between them as if you were watching a good show.
The golden sunshine from the west in the afternoon pours in through the clean and transparent glass windows.
"Uncle bastard, I'm going to take action!!"
"If you get bitten by me, don't cry!!"
"You must not go back on what you promised me, otherwise your nose will grow longer."
"Otherwise, I will give you one last chance to return my mommy to me willingly and avoid the pain of your skin and flesh."
"If you were bitten by me, it would be very painful."
"Did you see that? My teeth are so sharp."
Yang Muan, who is only 86 centimeters tall, looks up at Yang Mufan, who is 190 centimeters tall, with his head at a 90° angle. He pulls his lips and exposes his pointed fangs for Yang Mufan to see.
Mu Wanqing was sitting on the sofa, drinking honey lemonade, and looking at her son who was talking plausibly in front of the tall and muscular Yang Mufan, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
The huge height difference caused distinct high and low pressures. The picture was so beautiful that she didn't dare to look at it.
Yang Mufan turned his back to the window, against the light, which made his delicate and deep facial features blend into the shadows, making him appear a little blurry.
After being "threatened and coerced" by his son for more than ten minutes, he became impatient: "Yang Mu'an, do you want to come over and bite me?! What nonsense is Momo talking about?!"
I kindly left him a way out, even if I didn't appreciate it, he was still disliked?! Young Master An An was angry and furious. He twisted his little face and said viciously: "Uncle bastard, since you are not afraid of death,
You can’t wait to be bitten by me so much, I will help you.”
Faced with Yang Mu'an's threats, Yang Mufan sneered and didn't take it seriously. His eyes, as deep as a cold pool, stared straight at him: "I don't know who will be executed by whom. You little bastard, don't talk arrogantly.
It's always better to be low-key, lest you lose face and lose your fortune later. When you bite me, then ridicule me in a high-key manner."
