842. Chapter 842 Handsome and beautiful father and son
So... those clothes were carried home happily by her in big and small bags with a smile on her face. O(╯□╰)o
Yang Mufan glanced at Mu Wanqing's movements and expression, and his eyes suddenly turned bloody.
This damn woman bit his finger again.
Growing up, in order to correct her bad habit, he beat her, scolded her, and beat her, but...
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Yang Mu'an stood on the bed and let Yang Mufan help him get dressed. Thinking that he would be able to eat delicious pizza soon, the little prince sang happily.
After Yang Mufan tied up the scarlet tie, his deep eyes wandered back and forth over his son's body several times to make sure that there was no flaw in his clothes. Then he patted his head and whispered: "Wear the clothes."
You can’t let adults hold your little suit, so can you leave by yourself?!”
"Yeah." Yang Muan nodded.
With one hand, Yang Mufan easily lifted him out of bed and placed him on the ground without any effort.
"Mu Wanqing, bring your son's small leather shoes, they are black." Yang Mufan looked in the mirror, arranged his shirt and tie, and ordered Mu Wanqing without looking back.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all behind him, and it was extremely quiet.
Yan Mufan frowned.
I thought Mu Wanqing left the ward at some point and didn't hear what he said.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he clearly saw Mu Wanqing standing behind him, staring blankly at him and his son with a pair of eyes as big as copper bells.
Seeing her stupid look, Yang Mufan couldn't help but get angry: "Mu Wanqing, I asked you to get your son's shoes. Why are you looking at us?! Haven't you seen my son and me?"
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"..." Mu Wanqing was so frightened by his thundering roar that her whole body trembled.
She nodded repeatedly, turned around and went to the shoe cabinet to get her shoes.
Before Yang Mufan returned to China, every time she saw a little boy wearing exactly the same clothes as his father during school activities or going to the mall, she was filled with envy. Every time, she couldn't help but secretly fantasize in her heart: What if Yang Mufan and An An also wore the same clothes?
Exactly the same clothes, what would it be like?
Today she saw Yang Mufan and An An wearing the same series of clothes, so... her mind was a little confused.
An An's facial features and An An's expression were exactly the same as those of Yan Mu Fan, as if they were carved from the same mold. And, wearing the same black suits, they were so handsome and beautiful that people and gods were outraged.
If we expand our admiration for Allah, it will be another admiration for others.
And if you shorten the word "Yangmufan" and make it smaller, it can become "Yangmu'an".
Mu Wanqing felt for the first time: inheritance is really a wonderful existence.
She had never been so grateful to God for giving her such a perfect and handsome son.
Yang Mufan arranged his clothes and waited for a long time with his son, but he didn't see Mu Wanqing bring the shoes over. He couldn't help but lose his patience completely.
With a gloomy handsome face, he took his son and strode towards the door.
He wanted to see what this woman was doing.
Even a pair of shoes can last a long time.
Turning a corner, he saw Mu Wanqing squatting next to the shoe cabinet.
