875. Chapter 875 Me and Mu Wanqing, who do you choose?
For a long time, she asked in a low voice with a trembling voice: "Mu Fan, tell me, 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 decided not to marry me?
Want me?! Can you still not forget her?! In your heart, you still love her, right?!"
As soon as she stopped talking, Wen Xiaorou immediately turned back to look at the man standing beside her, looking down at her from above.
Then, she continued to ask: "Why do you want Mu Wanqing to live in Xishang Courtyard?! Who do you choose between Yang Mufan, Mu Wanqing and me?!"
Yang Mufan met her lonely and despairing gaze, and his thick sword-shaped eyebrows immediately furrowed deeply and tightly, while a cunning dark light flickered in the bottom of his deep eyes.
He pursed his thin lips with cold lines and was silent for a long time. Then he explained in a serious voice: "Xiaorou, you are thinking too much. The reason why I let Mu Wanqing live here is that I really have no purpose. It's just for An An's well-being."
. His surgery is coming soon, and I don’t want to affect the quality of the surgery. As for whether I still love her, I can tell you clearly: I no longer love her.”
"Since we no longer love each other, let's get married." After hearing this, Wen Xiaorou said quickly.
"..." Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan fell into silence again. His eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot.
Yang Mufan didn't know why: he had really hoped to have a relationship with Wen Xiaorou before.
However, when Wen Xiaorou actually agreed to marry him, he hesitated again.
Even he himself didn't know why he hesitated.
Wen Xiaorou waited for a long time but did not get an answer from Yang Mufan. When she looked up at him, she found that not only his face, but also his usually deep and blurred black eyes shone with hesitant and uncertain light, and her eye circles immediately turned red.
, withdrew his gaze, and in a hushed, slender voice, said weakly: "I understand. Yang Mufan, I'm very tired and want to rest. You can go out first."
"What do you want for dinner?! I'll bring it to you..."
"No need!!!!" Wen Xiaorou interrupted him with an emphasis.
Yang Mufan immediately became silent. He stared at her for a while, then said indifferently, "Then you have a good rest," and walked away without looking back.
Wen Xiaorou looked at his tall and straight back and disappeared at the door, and immediately sneered to herself.
But as she smiled, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Just for An An's sake?!
Can he pat his chest and promise that it is 'just' to admire Anhao, and for no other reason?!
And has he ever thought about: Why is he so nice to Yang Mu?!
If Yang Muan was the son of another woman, and if Yang Muan's mother was not Mu Wanqing, would he still take the initiative to admit Yang Muan's identity, and would he be so nice to Yang Muan?!
The answer is: no.
From what she knew from Wen Xiaorou's three years of spending time with Yang Mufan: that man was cold and bloodthirsty. When he became cold, he was arrogant and didn't even care about his own life.
Would he care if a woman he didn't love gave birth to a son?! Would he take a serious look?!
The result is definitely: kill him as fast as you can.
But the fact is: he obviously cares more about Yang Mu'an than Yang Mu Sheng; he loves Yang Mu'an many times more than he loves Yang Mu Sheng.
Ever since he found out that he had a son named Mu An, when had he ever laid eyes on Sheng Sheng?!
The more Wen Xiaorou thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry. Her chest seemed to be hit hard by a huge invisible hammer, again and again.
It hurt so much that she almost suffocated.
From the first moment she met Yang Mufan, from the moment he said to her, 'I will take care of you and protect you from now on,' she had no extravagant expectations that this man would love her wholeheartedly.
She knows it very well.
I have always been very clear: I cannot control this man and I cannot love him.
However, she still watched herself helplessly: she was sinking bit by bit, until now she couldn't extricate herself.
She opened her eyes drowsily and looked at the hazy and unfamiliar navy-style room structure in the dim light. Her head was too slow to react.
She was so confused that she didn't know where she was.
It wasn't until Mu An's "Mom" call came to her ears that she suddenly woke up.
"Awake?!" Mu Wanqing reached out to fish for her son.
"An An is hungry." Yang Mu'an hugged Mu Wanqing's neck with her short little arms, and kissed Mu Wanqing's face with her gentle mouth, "Mom, An An"
If you want to eat fish soup, you can help An An make it, okay?!"
After the fever subsides, the patient's appetite will increase greatly, even if Yang Mu'an is not in good health, this will happen.
Mu Wanqing feels that she has always known how to be satisfied since she was a child.
But she had never felt so satisfied.
Just a kiss or a soft plea from her son made her feel like the happiest person in the world.
She nodded, put her face against her son's, smiled and said, "Okay. Mommy will do it for you now, okay?! An'an, sleep a little longer."
He admired An but shouted: "An'an has slept very well. I want to stay with my mother and watch her make fish soup. When An An gets older and can get a cooking table, An An will also cook fish soup for her mother.
.”
"..." After hearing her son's words, Mu Wanqing felt so soft that she almost melted into a ball of water.
She held the hand on her son's small body and involuntarily increased her strength.
In the dark room, she held her son silently, quietly feeling his presence. After a long time, she whispered: "Then An An has made an agreement with her mother. When her mother gets old and can't cook by herself, An An will be considerate.
After Yang Mufan took a shower, he went downstairs to prepare for dinner. However, as soon as he reached the stairs on the first floor, he heard a commotion in the kitchen.
He furrowed his beautiful eyebrows and walked over in confusion to see what was going on.
As a result, before he even reached the kitchen, he saw from a distance: Yang Muan, a short and small man, standing on a dining chair and stool. When he saw Mu Wanqing cooking fish soup, adding his favorite ingredients to it, he
He was so excited that he shouted.
"Mom, add a little more shrimp. I also want ham. Mom, why did you only put in a few mushrooms?! Oh, An An needs to eat a lot of mushrooms."
Ps: This chapter has 2000 words, so it counts as two chapters.
