Yang Mufan squatted stiffly on the spot, motionless. When he received the provocative look that Yang Muan cast towards him, he gritted his teeth with hatred. He had never thought about it, but hey, he didn't expect: In this life
He will actually encounter Waterloo. This brat is so damned, ahhhhhh, I really want to strangle him to death, strangle him to death!!!!!!╰_╯
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Mu Wanqing helped Yang Mu'an make a glass of milk. When she came out of the kitchen, she saw the father and son staring at each other, looking at each other with murderous intent.
Then, she heard this conversation.
"little bastard……"
"Big bastard..."
"You actually called me a big bastard again?! My butt is itchy, don't you have enough practice?!" Yang Mufan scolded with a livid face and blood-red eyes.
This brat is getting more and more insignificant. He doesn’t know how high the world is, and he’s in need of a fight.
Facing Yang Mufan's angry and ferocious look, Yang Muan didn't take it seriously and hummed leisurely: "That's also based on the fact that you first called me a little bastard. In return, I called you a big bastard, which couldn't be more appropriate.
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"Hey Yang Mu'an, you're getting more and more arrogant, aren't you?! If you show off in front of me again, do you believe that I will make you cry right away?! Damn -" Yang Mufan was so furious that he rolled up his sleeves and was about to beat him.
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Yang Muan was so frightened that Yang Mufan's face twisted in anger, and he screamed in agony.
Seeing Mu Wanqing come out, he immediately opened his arms and complained to Mu Wanqing: "Mom, uncle wants to beat me, wants to spank me, mom, hug me!!"
Mu Wanqing held the milk and stepped forward quickly, admiring Fan first and holding her in her arms: "Okay, father and son, stop making trouble. Are you still going to sleep during this lunch break?!"
He turned his head and said to Yang Mu'an: "Drink the milk obediently."
"..." Yang Mufan was so angry that his nose became crooked, especially when he saw him holding an exaggeratedly big cup, smacking his small mouth, "Gulu~" "Gulu~" drinking milk, but he didn't forget to roll his eyes at him.
The brat who despised him, admired Fan really couldn't control his emotions.
I wonder if he admired Fan and grew up so big, when did he become so frustrated?! He was so deflated that his internal organs exploded.
Now, he just wants to rectify this thing that he has eaten inside and outside.
However, before he had time to rush over, Yang Muan suddenly covered his chest, pretending to be unable to breathe again.
Seeing this scene, Yang Mufan's head was covered with black lines, and his handsome face was so gloomy that it could almost scrape off a thick layer of ice.
Yang Muan, this bastard...
Yang Mufan didn't dare to provoke Yang Mu'an for fear that he would get sick. Yang Mufan had no place to vent his anger and could only yell at Mu Wanqing: "Look at what kind of son you gave birth to. If you don't make me mad, wouldn't you be happy?!"
"..." After hearing Yang Mufan's cry, Mu Wanqing felt extremely aggrieved. What happened to the son she gave birth to?! He is smart, cute, beautiful and handsome, what's wrong with it?!
Just as Mu Wanqing was about to retort, Yang Mufan's cell phone placed on the coffee table suddenly buzzed urgently.
Yang Mufan had a dark handsome face, picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and quickly exited the ward.
On the small open-air balcony at the end of the corridor of the VIP ward, Yang Mufan answered the phone: "Sirius..."
"Second brother, he has been found out. How to deal with it?!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan's gloomy cold eyes suddenly showed his anger. In a low and hoarse voice, he asked in disbelief: "Caught it out?!"
