886. Chapter 886 Not only am I happy when my son steps on and dirty my pants
When Mu Wanqing heard this, her face turned green with anger. She really wanted to take off her little leather shoes now, slap her hard, and hug her neck and keep shouting "Mom" half an hour ago.
, you are the best mother in the world, An An loves you the most" on the little kid's face. Damn it. How dare you: dislike the rice she cooked, it's not delicious?!╰_╯
Who is it, clamoring for the fish soup she cooked every day?!
I refused to cook it, or asked the chef in the kitchen to help cook it. When I found that the taste was not right, I lost my temper and threw my chopsticks.
Since you find it so unpalatable, why do you still wolf it down every day as if you were reincarnated as a starving ghost?!
It's just...so damn!!!!!
Mu Wanqing suddenly made a shocking discovery: Yang Muan and Yang Mufan had not lived together for long, but their temper was becoming more and more like that of Yang Mufan, and they were more and more fond of duplicity, and their personality was stinky and twisted.
Damn, it didn’t matter that they looked exactly the same before, but now...even their tempers are the same. What will happen when Yang Muan grows up?!
Regarding the war between Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan, Yang Mufan obviously had no intention of participating.
Holding his son in his arms, his generous and warm hands touched his small body back and forth. Only then did Yang Mufan realize that in just one week, his son's body seemed to have grown some flesh.
While Mu Wanqing and her son were staring at each other, Yang Mufan leaned forward slightly, took the chopsticks, and prepared to pick up the vegetables.
Yang Muan hugged Yang Mufan's neck, and with her small body, she kept rubbing herself into Yang Mufan's arms.
Seeing that he was affecting Yang Mufan's meal, Mu Wanqing stood up and wanted to take him away: "An'an, mom, please don't disturb uncle's lunch, okay?! Your shoes are so dirty, you step on uncle back and forth, uncle,
How can I go to work in the afternoon? My uncle will be laughed at by his subordinates if he wears dirty pants."
Ever since Yang Mufan took Yang Mu'an away, it was obvious that the young master's temper was getting worse and worse, as his father doted on him.
When he was unhappy with his mother, he would show off to Mu Wanqing.
When Mu Wanqing reached out to hug him, he turned his face away and went into Yang Mufan's arms. Then he pouted and said quietly: "I don't want my mother to hold me, I want my uncle to hold me. My uncle's pants were covered by An'an's arms."
If it gets dirty, mom can help wash it."
Then, he raised his head and asked Yang Mufan: "Uncle, are you right?!"
Yan Mufan's thick sword-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Then he nodded in agreement: "Yes, An An is right. My son stepped on my pants and soiled them. I am not only happy, but also very happy."
When Yang Muan heard this, he was extremely happy. When he spoke, he was the best uncle, and when he was silent, he was the uncle he loved the most.
Mu Wanqing was furious.
Too lazy to pay attention to the two father and son, she chose the sofa farthest away from them and sat down, squinting at them coldly, thinking: Let's see what else you can do.
Yang Mu'an watched Yang Mufan pick up vegetables with chopsticks and eat them. He blinked and asked, "Uncle, is it delicious?!"
Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't have lunch?!"
Yang Mu'an replied: "Eat."
After hearing this, Yang Mufan was about to say something, but Yang Muan's aggrieved complaint came out again: "But I haven't eaten enough, so my mother got so angry that she wanted to send you a lunch box. She wouldn't let An An eat lunch."
Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing and Yang Mufan must have had different reactions.
Mu Wanqing was so stunned that her eyes were filled with tears. When had she become so angry that she wouldn't let him have lunch?! This was clearly a naked slander and frame-up.
Yang Mufan's performance was: a vicious and terrifying look, flying towards Mu Wanqing like a poisonous snake.
The ferocious look made it look like he was going to tear her body into pieces and swallow her bones.
That venomous look clearly said: "Mu Wanqing, are you tired of living, or do you want to die?! You actually don't let my son eat enough?!"
Mu Wanqing was so tortured by the sinister look in her eyes that her soul was trembling. She could only close her ears and lower her head in frustration.
After Yang Mufan glared at her fiercely, he looked back, hugged Yang Muan, and simply sat down on the floor in front of the table.
He asked: "What do you want to eat?!"
Yang Mu'an quickly scanned the table and then said: "Steamed tofu curd."
Yang Mufan put down his chopsticks, scooped out a spoonful of tender and smooth tofu, and fed it to Yang Muan.
While Yang Mufan was eating for half an hour, Mu Wanqing stared at the father and son who were getting high as they ate without blinking.
Her eyes lingered on the pair of chopsticks on the fingertips of Yan Mufan for a long time.
I admire everyone who has a mysophobia, everyone knows about it.
He never uses the same pair of chopsticks with others. When he picks up food for Yang Mu Sheng or Wen Xiaorou at home, he must use another pair of chopsticks specially designed for picking up food for them.
But today, Yang Mufan's pair of chopsticks directly picked up vegetables and fed them into Yang Muan's mouth, and then picked up vegetables and stuffed them into his own mouth...
Such a scene would probably be normal in ordinary people's homes, but in Yang Mufan's case, it can only be described as a "miracle".
Mu Wanqing felt that this moment was the most warm and satisfying in her 29-year-old life.
After lunch, Yang Mufan played with Yang Muan in the office for a while. Then, Yang Mufan thought that this was his son's first time coming to the company, so... he held him in his arms and walked from the top floor to the top floor.
First floor, and then from the first floor to the top floor, painstakingly one floor after another.
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Everyone in the company smiled happily and shouted "Little Prince, Little Prince" when they saw Yang Mu'an.
Originally, they didn't know how to call Yang Mu'an.
Until Tianbao came out of the office and took the urgent document for Yang Mufan to sign.
The moment he saw Yang Mu'an, he raised his voice and shouted loudly and enthusiastically: "Little Prince, why are you here in the company?! Come on, Uncle Tianbao hugs me!!!"
This exclamation immediately made those people who were very good at adapting to the situation immediately learn from it.
Within twenty minutes, when everyone saw Yang Muan, they sweetly called him "Little Prince."
Yang Mufan hugged Yang Muan all the way, his handsome face without much emotion. His attitude of neither admitting nor objecting was obviously acquiescence, and everyone kept yelling and running away.
When passing the planning department on the eighth floor, Mu Wanqing saw many familiar faces.
While the whole room was full of people, bowing their heads and shouting at Yang Mu'an, calling her "little prince" in an extremely flattering manner, Guo Caini was sitting stiffly in front of her desk with a pale face, motionless.
Ps: Feifei opened Weibo yesterday. If you like to play on Sina Weibo, remember to follow it. Feifei’s Weibo nickname is: [69 Book Bar—Royal Family Feier]. Caina, the head of the Royal Family, helps
Feifei has opened a fan club’s Weibo, and her nickname is: [Royal Fei’er Fan Club Official Blog]. If there are any important announcements, they will be posted on these two Weibo posts. Yeah.
