881.Chapter 881 Jean admires Fan: People and wealth are empty.
She was just about to rush down to take a look, but before she could take any action, she saw a slender white figure rushing out of the villa...
Wen Xiaorou tried her best to use her thin body to support the bulky body of Fan Gogh. She frowned and shouted angrily at the bodyguard: "Young Master, why are you so drunk?! How did you take care of the Young Master?
?!Why do you let him drink so much?!”
The two bodyguards felt a little aggrieved. They were just paid bodyguards and servants. How could they stop Yang Mufan from drinking? Do they have the right to speak in front of Yang Mufan?!
Wen Xiaorou glared at them both, and then with the help of Mrs. De, she helped Yang Mufan go upstairs.
Mu Wanqing stood stiffly at the window, watching Wen Xiaorou take Yang Mufan away.
She stood there in a daze for who knows how long. Finally, she closed the window and drew the curtains. Then she huddled on the small sofa and curled up into a ball. She hugged the copper product in her arms tightly, and her tears suddenly fell without any warning.
Wen Xiaorou and Mrs. De put Yang Mufan on the bed, and the maids poured hot water and surrounded her with towels.
Wen Xiaorou motioned for them to put it down, and then whispered: "You go and rest first, leave this place to me."
Sister-in-law De looked worriedly at Yang Mufan who was lying on the bed and breathing a little hurriedly. She felt a little worried, but she still nodded and left the room with the maid.
After the room was cleared of all the other people, Wen Xiaorou quickly soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out. Then she knelt down on the soft and spacious king-size bed and carefully and gently helped Yang Mufan wipe the stain on his face.
Stains.
After wiping it clean bit by bit, she noticed from the corner of her eye that his white shirt and tie were stained with dirt, so without thinking, she reached out to remove them.
Before she even touched it with her fingers, she suddenly thought of something, and a cunning dark light suddenly flashed through her beautiful eyes.
if……
Wen Xiaorou bit her lip and sat quietly on the big bed for a long time. Finally, she subconsciously touched her nightgown.
Secretly making a decision, she summoned up the courage to hold her breath and reached out to untie Yang Mufan's tie again.
However, as soon as her hand touched the tie and before she could pull it hard, Fan Ying's sharp eyebrows suddenly twisted dangerously, and then he shouted loudly: "Get out -"
Wen Xiaorou was so frightened that she trembled all over, but she looked at him with a pale face. Although her eyes were closed, her twisted face was filled with disgust and dissatisfaction.
Wen Xiaorou knelt down on the bed, biting her lip and looking at the man who hated being touched by women even when he was drunk. Her eyes were cold.
She sat there silently and motionless for a long time, and finally when she pounced on Yang Mufan again, maybe it was the uniqueness and multiplicity of her identity that kept Yang Mufan on high alert at all times, even when she was almost drunk and unconscious.
He also made a conditional launch action, over there: kicked Wen Xiaorou hard from the bed...
When Mu Wanqing took Yang Muan downstairs to have breakfast, Yang Mufan was already sitting at the main table eating.
While he was eating omelettes, sandwiches, and drinking milk, he was reading the latest financial news in the newspaper.
"Miss Mu, young master An'an, good morning." Sister-in-law De greeted politely, "What do you want for breakfast?!"
Mu Wanqing asked Mrs. De to pour a glass of milk for An An, and then just grab some sandwiches.
Sister-in-law De noticed the exaggerated black shadow on Mu Wanqing's lower eyelids, frowned and asked, "Miss Mu, did you not sleep last night? You don't look good."
Mu Wanqing just smiled and did not answer. She turned to An An and said, "Quick, eat a few bites of the sandwich first, and then drink the milk."
When Wen Xiaorou took Yang Mu Sheng downstairs for dinner, her face looked extremely ugly.
Yang Mufan quickly read through the newspaper, then handed it to the maid standing behind him. When he glanced at Wen Xiaorou inadvertently, he found a bruise on her left side, and the broken skin was slightly swollen. His thick sword eyebrows,
Suddenly he frowned deeply and asked casually: "Xiaorou, who caused the injury on your face?!"
Mu Wanqing heard the news and went to see Wen Xiaorou's face. She didn't know when she was injured.
The moment she heard Yang Mufan's question, Wen Xiaorou's face suddenly turned dark and ugly.
She grabbed the hand holding the knife and fork, secretly exerting such force that the knife and fork almost broke.
Mu Wanqing first took her daughter to eat some delicious food, and took her to the mall to buy some clothes for the autumn cold weather. Then she went back to her rental house to sort out some clothes for daily laundry.
Take him to Xishangyuan.
Of course, she didn't come back empty-handed.
She also took back the family portrait handprint.
She squatted in front of the bedside table in her room, holding her fingerprints, touching them over and over again, and looking at them over and over again. Finally, she put them in the drawer intact.
Some things really cannot see the light and are only suitable for darkness and coldness.
Just like her love for Yang Mufan.
It's obviously so profound, so pure and beautiful, but... it's just too humble to be on the stage.
Love in the world is colorful and colorful, but I just want to use my own way to love you persistently, even if it blooms lonely in endless despair and desolation...
…
Mu Wanqing packed her things and was about to leave the rental house when she suddenly received a call from Jinfei.
As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events happen. Even Jinfei's voice, which was yelling at her fiercely, was filled with happiness and sweetness: "Mu Wanqing, I got married the day after tomorrow, where did you die?! Didn't you promise me that?
, are you coming to my wedding?! Do you want to cut Lu Haoran?! You have agreed to give me a red envelope of 88888, do you still want to grab it with red eyes and evil spirits all over your body?!"
Mu Wanqing suddenly remembered after Jinfei reminded her.
She raised her hand, hit her head hard, and then said very apologetically: "Jinfei, I'm sorry, too many things have happened recently, so... I forgot. Jinfei, I may not be able to attend your wedding.
"
When Jin Fei heard this, she suddenly became embarrassed. She asked bluntly: "Yeah, you didn't even grab 88888's wallet?! If you grab two, it's hundreds of thousands!!!!"
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyelids slightly, looked at the shabby suitcase in front of her, and whispered: "I don't need to worry about An An's surgery fee..."
The clever Jin Fei immediately heard the implication and asked alertly: "Yang Mufan discovered An An?! How did he react?! What is your situation now?!"
Mu Wanqing had been in a bad mood recently, and it was rare to have a friend to talk to about her worries, so she told Jinfei the whole story.
After hearing her words, Jinfei was furious: "Is Yang Mufan still a man?! Why does he only want An'an and not you?! What does he think of you?! You worked so hard to give birth to the child, he
Why are you just taking it away?!"
Hearing Jin Fei yelling excitedly on the other end of the phone, although the distance was too far, Mu Wanqing could already imagine what a thrilling scene it was.
So, she frowned and advised: "Jinfei, calm down and don't get excited."
However, Jinfei did not listen to the advice and said angrily: "I don't care. If Yang Mufan doesn't want you, he will never have a son. Mu Wanqing, just wait for me. In a few days, I will take Lu Haoran to City A.
Get your son back."
Mu Wanqing was speechless and whispered: "Jinfei, goodbye. Yang Mufan has already found someone to contact the source of the heart. After another month, An An can have the operation. I don't want any more trouble to happen before An An's operation.
"
After hearing this, Jinfei nodded in agreement and said, "That's right. It's better for us to remain silent during this period. When An'an recovers from his illness, we can rob him again and let Yang Mufan lose both his life and wealth."
Mu Wanqing was inexplicably amused by Jin Fei's "lost money and people".
Jinfei asked again: "By the way, you just said, where do you live now?!" Before, she was just excited about Yang Mufan snatching Yang Muan away. What Mu Wanqing said later, she didn't know.
How to hear clearly.
Mu Wanqing still answered honestly: "Xi Shangyuan..."
Jinfei was furious again: "Mu Wanqing, where did you say you lived?! Am I deaf and misheard?! You actually live in Xishang Courtyard?! Do you have a hole in your brain?! There, you
How can I live here?!"
Everyone knows that Yang Mufan and Wen Xiaorou live together.
If Mu Wanqing moved in, if the outside world found out, how would others talk about her?!
Has she ever thought about this question?!
Hearing Jinfei's scolding, Mu Wanqing just remained silent. How could she not know the powerful relationship between it?!
But, she really couldn't bear to be separated from her son.
An An is a piece of flesh that fell from her body, almost her entire life.
For An An, she really didn't care about anything, and she could endure no matter how ugly the rumors were.
Jin Fei said forcefully: "Mu Wanqing, move as fast as you can, move out quickly."
Mu Wanqing shook her head: "No, I want to stay with An An and take care of him."
Jinfei hates the fact that iron cannot be made into steel: "Mu Wanqing, can you have some potential?! No wonder Yang Mufan always looks like he is convinced of you and suppresses you to death. Look at whether you are ambitious or not.
, I have no backbone, I have no pride, I deserve to be despised and bullied by him..."
Ps: 3000 words, counting three chapters. Updated today.
