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848. Chapter 848 An An, you are such a fool

After autumn, the weather in City A was already changeable. At 9:30 in the evening, it started to rain lightly. Mixed with the autumn wind, the raindrops splashed on people's skin, and it turned out to be a biting cold.

Mu Wanqing stood at the door of the restaurant with Yang Muan in her arms.

Bursts of biting cold wind rushed towards her face. Worried about chilling her son, she turned around and stood facing the night outside.

She hid her son inside her coat.

"An'an, are you still feeling uncomfortable?!" Mu Wanqing asked softly.

Admiring An's handsome little face, he wrinkled up. He leaned softly into Mu Wanqing's arms and hummed.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head to rub his little face with hers, and then comforted him: "Keep it patient, uncle has already gone to pick up the car and will be here soon. Let's go back to the hospital and ask Uncle Nishimachi to prescribe some digestive medicine for you.

, okay?! An An, you are such a little fool, why do you eat so much?! You can save the pizza and eat it slowly."

"..." Admiration An's dark eyes looked straight at Mu Wanqing.

There was some grievance in his eyes.

He pouted and endured it for a long time before he said weakly: "Mom, I'm worried that my uncle won't have time to eat pizza with me in the future."

"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, her heart suddenly stabbed.

She didn't know whether it was Qiu who was so sad and sad that caused her sentimentality, or some other reason.

Anyway, she was really feeling extremely uncomfortable at that moment.

I want to comfort my son with a few words, and tell him seriously and solemnly: Uncle is back, and he will stay with An An from now on.

However, she was not 100% sure.

After all, admiration for Fan is too complicated now. Whether it is identity or heart, it is so false that it is difficult to distinguish.

What made Mu Wanqing feel even more uneasy was: Wen Xiaorou and her son.

Yang Mufan likes Wen Xiaorou so much and is so kind to their mother and son. Does her An An have a place?!

She didn't dare to think about these.

Mu Wanqing hugged her son and remained silent.

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Chen Xin and several close friends walked out of the restaurant after dinner.

When she called the driver to pick her up, she just came out of the luxurious revolving glass door and saw Mu Wanqing standing on the side of the door holding Yang Mu'an.

At that moment, a dark and cruel light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, Mu Wanqing, what are you doing standing in front of the restaurant this late at night?!" Chen Xin put away her cell phone, walked up to her in a rich lady's clothes that smelled strongly of copper, and glanced at her.

Yang Mu'an flashed a cold light, and she sarcastically said, "You want to go to the restaurant to eat, right? As for me, as an acquaintance, I would like to give you a kind advice. A glass of boiled water here costs 188,

It's not something people like you can afford. You can just hold your son, find a roadside stall, and eat whatever you want. This is economical and affordable, and you can save a few days of running a street stall."

When it came to carpets, Chen Xin suddenly realized: "By the way, Mu Wanqing, where are you setting up your stall now?! If I have time, I will take my friends to support you. The things you sell are cheap enough for us to step on.

, to vent my emotions."

Chen Xin's words made several women behind him cover their mouths and laugh.

Mu Wanqing glanced at Chen Xin lightly and ignored her.

She turned around and looked around nervously and expectantly, wanting to see if Yang Mufan had driven there.

Seeing that she was neglecting her, Chen Xin felt that she was losing face, and couldn't help but feel a little sulky. Her husband, who had just been promoted, was inviting friends to dinner. Damn, if Mu Wanqing ignored her like this, how could she survive in the future?

So, she crossed her arms and asked with a smile: "Why didn't An An come to kindergarten?! Didn't I say before that you would bring the child's father to participate in the parent-child activities in a month's time?! Where is the child's father?!

Even if you don't take him to participate in school activities, you just let An An suspend school. Hehe, Mu Wanqing, I have said before, don't brag casually, this is just a cocoon for yourself and you will suffer."

Mu Wanqing still chose to ignore Chen Xin's relentless pursuit.

She didn't want to add to the problem and cause more trouble.

Chen Xin couldn't help but get angry when she saw her looking expressionlessly at the wide road outside, as if she didn't hear what she said.

He raised his hand and pushed her suddenly.

Wearing the twelve-centimeter high heels requested by Yang Mufan, she was pushed by Chen Xin, and she was not mentally prepared at all. Mu Wanqing stumbled a few steps awkwardly, her feet staggered, and she hugged her son and walked down the steps.

It rolled up and down.

Although there were only three steps, which were not very high, it was still painful to fall down so straight.

Yangmu An hit her head, and the skin on her beautiful forehead was scratched, and an exaggeratedly large green bump bulged up.

Mu Wanqing watched her son curl his lips and burst into tears, feeling extremely distressed.

She sat on the wet ground and turned to glare at Chen Xin fiercely: "I want you to apologize to my son immediately."


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