After hearing Mu Wanqing's murmur, the little prince became unhappy, thinking that he was being disliked, and started to have a little mood.
Originally, he was sitting next to Mu Wanqing, but he glanced at Mu Wanqing coldly, then with a cool little face, he sat next to Yang Mufan, and then with a straight face
, staring at his mother with coldness and disgust.
You have to covet other people's daughters. Is it because you can't give birth to a child, or is it for some other reason?! It's so embarrassing.
Mu Wanqing was so absorbed in the beauty of that cute little girl that she couldn't help herself. Naturally, she didn't notice the changes in the father and son.
She watched mesmerized.
The beautiful eyes and the huge red hearts are flashing constantly.
From time to time, he would let out a muffled groan from his throat: "Oh my god, it's so cute. It makes me so cute."
Ever since he was young, he had known her temper and other things clearly, so he didn't bother to pay attention to her. He flipped through the beautifully made and high-end menu and asked his son's opinion in a low voice to order the food.
After the father and son ordered, Yang Mufan asked Mu Wanqing without raising his head: "What do you want to eat?!"
Mu Wanqing didn't respond at first.
Until she received Yang Mufan's sharp and terrifying eyes, piercing her like a sword, she was so frightened that her whole body shivered.
"What to eat?!" Yang Mufan looked unhappy and asked again through gritted teeth.
In today's era, the most common reply from Chinese women to this topic is definitely...
"Whatever." Mu Wanqing said with a smile without even thinking about it.
Yang Mufan's face turned stern, he handed the menu to the waiter, and then said coldly: "Give her a 'whatever'."
Mu Wanqing, who had just been holding a cup of water to drink, immediately spat it out with a "pop" when she heard these words.
She choked heavily, coughed violently, and her face turned red from holding back.
Give her a casual...
I'm sweating. Even if I can't see her, there's no need to support her like this, right?!
When the waiter saw this, he quickly handed over a tissue politely: "Miss, are you okay?!"
Mu Wanqing nodded and said thank you.
After calming down for a while, she looked up and found that Yang Mufan and Yang Muan were squinting at her with the same indifferent and disgusting eyes.
Mu Wanqing felt guilty, took the hot towel in front of her and wiped the table: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Yang Mufan glanced at her disdainfully and asked the waiter to move to another seat. Mu Wanqing followed her with a blushing face while carrying her bag. After sitting down, she took the menu and ordered the cheapest pasta.
Let the waiter go.
"An'an, come here and sit next to mom." Mu Wanqing noticed her son's abnormality and patted the chair next to her with a smile.
The little prince raised his mouth and snorted coldly, unmoved at all.
Mu Wanqing was furious.
She had no idea what heinous thing she had done to make this little ancestor angry.
No, it made the father and son angry.
If you isolate her, isolate her; if you ignore her, ignore her.
Throughout the night, Mu Wanqing ate pasta.
After finishing one plate, while wiping his mouth with a napkin, Yang Mufan's cold eyes of disgust drifted over again. That look clearly said: Mu Wanqing, are you a pig?! Such a big bowl of noodles,
You ate everything, not a lick was left, why didn’t you lick the plate?!
"..." Mu Wanqing closed her ears and looked at Yang Mufan innocently.
Yang Mufan glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and gracefully helped his son choose vegetables.
