872. Chapter 872 There is no suspense to become Mrs. Yang
At that moment, Yang Mufan's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly stiffened and paused.
"Yang Mufan, please let me go in and take care of my son, okay?! As long as you let me in, I can do whatever you want. Yang Mufan, I beg you..."
The cold wind mixed with rain whizzed through the car window. Perhaps it was a stronger wind than the previous one. It was too cold and biting. Admiration Fan's beautiful lips actually trembled and trembled slightly.
After a long while, he pulled his lips and smiled sarcastically and coldly: "Mu Wanqing, do you really want to live in Xishang Courtyard?! In order to live in, you gave up even the last bit of shame?! Isn't that right?
Do you think that once you enter, you can change something?! You can become Mrs. Yang without any suspense?!"
Apart from this, he really couldn't think of any other reason why she could persist, endure, and give in to such a point.
Are you really worried about your son for the sake of your son?!
Who believes it!!
It's not like he admires Fan and doesn't know how to take care of his son.
Secondly, it is not that he is unable to take care of his son.
If it weren't for this woman who deliberately sabotaged it, how could Yang Mu'an have made such a fuss?!
Of course, he could actually understand the mood of a woman who was already a mother, but someone like Mu Wanqing, who was willing to abandon everything for her son, was obviously too abnormal and already pathological.
It's hard for him not to think about the worst.
If it were any other person, facing such a situation, no one would not doubt: Mu Wanqing has no purpose.
Not to mention he is always suspicious by nature.
"..." Facing Yang Mufan's questioning, Mu Wanqing's only emotion was: silence.
She couldn't explain anything, even if she explained it, Yang Mufan might not believe it.
She knew in her heart: Once someone is sentenced to death by Admiration Fan, there will never be a chance to turn around in this life.
And as early as three years ago, he chased her to Europe and was completely kicked out by him...
Seeing Mu Wanqing kneeling straight there, neither explaining nor arguing, she lowered her eyebrows and said nothing, admiring Fan's deep eyes, bloodthirsty red light suddenly rose and lingered.
Through the glass window that was coated with a layer of gauze in the drizzle, Yang Mufan glared at her fiercely, his eyes were very cruel and bloody.
He sneered coldly and spoke in a low voice, his voice so indifferent that no further emotion could be heard: "In this case, Mu Wanqing, just go in. Don't worry, I will fully let you know: even if you live in Xishang Courtyard, Mrs. Yang
The position is not something you can peek at. Secondly, I will make you feel that there is no real difference between you and stepping into hell."
The moment Mu Wanqing went up to the second floor of the villa and stood at the door of Yang Muan's room, she saw at a glance the four maids coaxing Yang Muan to take medicine and forcefully feeding her medicine.
Her son was not feeling well and was crying with tears all over his face. His little face was wrinkled up and turned red. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly stepped forward.
"An'an, mom is here, don't cry, An'an."
Mu Wanqing pushed away the maid crowded beside the bed and bent down to comfort her son.
The moment Yang Muan saw his mother, he was startled for a moment, as if he didn't believe it. Then he pursed his lips and cried at the top of his lungs, feeling even more aggrieved.
He got out of the bed with a smooth movement, opened his arms to hug Mu Wanqing: "Mom, mom..."
Mu Wanqing followed him and held him tightly in her arms, while Yang Muan's short and small arms quickly wrapped tightly around Mu Wanqing's neck.
His wet little face was close to Mu Wanqing's.
Listening to the hoarse and hoarse voice of his crying, thin and broken, with sobs and chokes lingering in her ears, she was really uncomfortable to death.
Mu Wanqing picked him up, trembling slightly, freed up a hand, patted his back gently, and said comfortingly: "An An, be good, An An, stop crying, isn't mom here?! Stop crying,
