However, she was not allowed to make any move, and there was a dark figure sitting on the bed ahead of her.
Yang Mufan, who had just been woken up, his flowing short hair was a little messy. He leaned on the bedside, held the tearful Yang Muan in his arms, frowned and scolded: "Look at this.
You are so frightened that you are crying like this, Yang Mu An, you are so embarrassed, do you know?! I really, deeply despise you, why are you so cowardly?!"
Yang Mu'an was like a little pet that had suffered great grievances, whimpering and crawling into Yang Mufan's arms, squirming her little mouth, not knowing what she was saying.
Mu Wanqing saw that Yang Mufan was getting up, so she calmly sat back on the sofa bed, and then looked straight at Yang Mufan and Yang Muan in silence.
Yang Mufan patiently coaxed Yang Mu'an and told him a lot of truths. After a while, Yang Mu'an huddled in his strong and broad arms and fell asleep peacefully again.
Mu Wanqing looked at her son, who was sleeping so peacefully after being struck by a giant thunder for the first time.
In her heart, she was really moved.
Yang Mu An was actually not afraid of thunder at first.
But as he grew older and became more sensible, he was ridiculed for not having a father, which was unknowingly formed.
For the first time, she held him, who was awakened by a huge thunder and crying loudly. She was so distraught and at a loss what to do.
That night, Yang Muan cried for the first time and asked her: "Mom, why do other children have their fathers hug them when there is thunder, but An An doesn't?! Mom, when will An An's father come back to hug An An?!"
"..." She was so speechless by his question that she couldn't utter a single word.
Now, An An can finally get her wish. When there is thunder, she can have her father by her side.
Mu Wanqing watched Yang Mufan gently pat her son's back, coaxing him to fall asleep, and she slowly lay back on the sofa bed.
When Wen Xiaorou carried a lunch box and went to the company to deliver lunch to Yang Mufan, he had just finished a meeting. He originally planned to go to a five-star hotel to dine with the company's senior executives, but the other party's senior executives saw Wen Xiaorou and said very considerately.
: "Mr. Yang, no need, you are busy first."
Finally, Yang Mufan asked Zhuo Qingcheng and the three brothers from the Tian family to entertain him.
"Did I come at a bad time?! I didn't expect you to be so busy." Wen Xiaorou followed Yang Mufan into the office carrying a lunch box, her expression full of apologies and grievances.
There was not much emotion on Yang Mufan's face. He whispered: "It doesn't matter. It's just a meal. The contract has been signed anyway."
Wen Xiaorou half-knelt beside the short table, carefully and considerately helped him open the lunch box, and put out the dishes inside one by one.
Yang Mufan put the folder in his hand on the desk, then loosened his tie, took off his coat, and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Wen Xiaorou took the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables and went to feed him, but Yang Mufan avoided her: "I'll do it myself."
As he said that, Yang Mufan took the chopsticks from her hand, picked up the vegetables and ate them himself. After taking a few bites, he asked, "Have you eaten yet?!"
Wen Xiaorou nodded.
Next, Wen Xiaorou casually chatted with Yang Mufan for a while.
However, I don't know if she was overthinking or if it was real, she always felt that Yang Mufan suddenly became so strange and so far away from her.
