874. Chapter 874 Me and Mu Wanqing, who do you choose?
Yang Mufan stretched out his hand to pull the door lock, and Mo hummed indifferently: "You can just discuss it, and do whatever you want to do. If the other party really doesn't know what's good for him, and insists on overestimating his own capabilities and seeking death, just help them directly.
Bring out the batch of German arms from Dark Moon's secret warehouse and concentrate your firepower to suppress them..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mufan disappeared directly into the office.
Nan Juefeng and others were stunned at first, and then everyone was so excited that their eyes shot out at the beasts hiding in the night. When they suddenly found the prey, there was a dark, bloodthirsty red light.
With Yang Mufan's words, they can be completely unscrupulous and confident: they can kill each other however they want, without even having an IQ.
Yang Mufan drove all the way back to Xishang Courtyard.
As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even change his shoes and went straight upstairs.
Mrs. De, who was supervising the chef's preparation of dinner, saw her and quickly put down her work and followed her.
"How is the young master doing? Do you still have a fever?!" Yang Mufan asked in a low voice with a magnetic voice.
Sister-in-law De answered truthfully: "Miss Mu took the medicine and just fell asleep. Nishimachi took a measurement and said he is fine. He has packed his things and gone home."
Upon hearing this, my heart, which had been floating high all day, finally landed firmly.
Yang Mufan nodded, went outside Yang Muan's room, opened the door, and took a look inside.
Mu Wanqing, wearing a large white bathrobe, was lying on the side of the children's bed, sleeping soundly with her son in her arms.
Admiring Fan Ying's sharp eyebrows, he frowned suddenly, hesitated for a moment, and walked in quietly.
First, he calmly leaned down and touched Yang Mu'an's head, then took the infrared thermometer that was placed above the bed and scanned Yang Mu'an's ears.
After making sure his body temperature was normal, he exited the room.
When he went upstairs to take a shower and change into home clothes, he found that De's wife was still following him lightly and cautiously.
Looking back, he glanced over his shoulder and saw Mrs. De's brows furrowed, looking worried. Yang Mufan asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else?!"
Sister-in-law De followed Yang Mufan respectfully, always maintaining a slight nod and bow.
After hesitating and hesitating, struggling and struggling, when Yang Mufan went up the stairs to the fourth floor, she tentatively and cautiously spoke: "Young Master, Miss Wen came back from get off work early half an hour ago..."
Upon hearing this, I admired Van Gogh and stepped up to step on the step above. He suddenly stopped and froze in mid-air.
Sister-in-law De quickly followed and stopped.
Yang Mufan turned around and looked at Mrs. De again.
Sister-in-law De continued: "She knows that Miss Mu lives in Xishang Courtyard and is locking herself in her room."
This time Yang Mufan didn't hesitate, turned around and went downstairs to Wen Xiaorou's room.
Yang Mufan knocked on the door first, but there was no response at all. He hesitated and stood silently outside the door for three minutes before unlocking the door.
As for De's wife, who was very knowledgeable, she had already moved away quickly when Yang Mufan turned around and went downstairs.
The luxuriously decorated bedroom is based on a ladylike dreamy style, with lavender as the main color.
Wen Xiaorou was wearing an off-white long skirt, huddled up and sitting on the large bay window, turning her head to look out the window.
The window was not closed, and the wind carrying the rain blew in, and her beautiful straight black hair was flying everywhere.
Yang Mufan stood at the door, staring straight at the petite figure with sad beauty in the loneliness. Unknowingly, he suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Wen Xiaorou for the first time.
The first time I saw her, Europe was covered in ice and snow, but she was stepping on the white snow with her bare feet, her face was pale, her eyes were hollow, and her lips were chapped.
That night, the heavy snow locked not only their bodies, but also their dying souls. They leaned against each other under the bridge and sat in silence all night.
The snow was falling heavily outside, and their world was filled with ice and snow.
At that time, her long black hair was as flying as it is now, but it flew into his face and slapped his heart again and again.
Yang Mufan still doesn't know why he is with Wen Xiaorou, why he keeps her with him, and even wants to marry her more than once.
Even he himself doesn't know what kind of fate he has with Wen Xiaorou.
After Weiwei recovered from the past, Yang Mufan conveniently took off a coat from the triangular clothes rack at the door, and then walked slowly over with his long and straight legs.
He first put his coat on Wen Xiaorou's shoulders, then closed the open window, and finally his mellow voice sounded in a deep voice: "It's getting cold, don't open the windows casually, be careful of catching a cold."
Wen Xiaorou stared at the extremely dark world with the rain falling outside, without blinking.
After a long time, she asked in a low voice with a trembling voice: "Mu Fan, tell me honestly, is it because of Mu Wanqing that you refuse to marry me?! From the first time you saw her when you returned home, have you already decided not to marry her?
Are you planning to have me?! Can’t you forget her yet?! In your heart, you still love her, right?!”
ps: I updated three and a half pictures today. I will resume daily updates of 5,000 from tomorrow. What?
