887. Chapter 887 Mu Wanqing's Son Turned Her Back!
While the whole room was full of people bowing their heads to Yang Mu'an and calling her "little prince" in an extremely flattering manner, Guo Caini sat stiffly in front of her desk with a pale face, motionless.
Just as Yang Mu Fan hugged Yang Mu An and took Mu Wanqing away, Wang Xiaomin, who was carrying coffee, inadvertently turned around and saw that Guo Caini's face was extremely ugly and pale. She immediately raised her eyebrows, and then said with emotion: "Hey, as expected, things are difficult in the world.
Facts, the old saying goes well: Feng Shui takes turns, and it’s absolutely true. Oh, Caini, are you feeling uncomfortable?! Why do you look so bad?!”
Wang Xiaomin walked up to Guo Caini with a look of extreme surprise and worry.
When Guo Caini raised her eyes and wanted to fight back, Wang Xiaomin said with an annoyed and sympathetic look: "At the beginning, I told you not to be too desperate, to leave room for yourself, to leave a way out, and not to block the way out. You are
How did you say that?! Mu Wanqing is said to be unworthy of the CEO, so what if she has a son? It’s no use if the CEO doesn’t like her anyway. Look, the CEO is aboveboard now and deliberately wanders around the company with his son in his arms. On the surface,
It's just a casual walk, but who doesn't know the actual purpose, which is clearly: to announce the identity of Mu An to all the major branches and subsidiaries of MB."
Seeing that Guo Caini's lips were trembling violently and she looked very angry, Wang Xiaomin struck again: "Are you not convinced?! I want to say that no one knows who the real winner is until the end, right?
?!Haven’t you been flattering Miss Wen?! Don’t you think that Miss Wen will be the final winner?! Your time in the company is not short at all, but... have you seen the president do this?
Is he holding Yang Mu Sheng and wandering back and forth in the company so leisurely? The CEO is a busy man, and his time is calculated in seconds and euros as the unit price. There is a saying that goes well.
,no.zuo.no.die.why.you.try."
When Guo Caini was so angry that her nose was smoking, Wang Xiaomin shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, looking extremely embarrassed.
In the office, Mu Wanqing was also looked down upon before. People who vented their anger out of Guo Caini's nose fell faster than a wallflower.
They all accused Guo Caini.
"Yes Caini, you really went too far before. I told you to restrain yourself and stop targeting Wanqing everywhere, but you didn't listen. It's okay now. Others can turn around successfully with the help of their son."
"Cai Ni, while Wanqing is still in the company, do you want to solemnly apologize to her? Maybe, if you apologize, nothing will happen. What if she has a grudge against you and asks the president to fire you?
Okay, this is a trivial matter, if I block you, you will never be able to be a beggar in this life."
"Cai Ni..."
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Then, the group of people began to flatter Wang Xiaomin again. This person handed her information, while the other helped her make coffee and rubbed her shoulders and back.
"Xiao Min, you have a good relationship with Wanqing. When we meet next time, can you say something nice to her in front of us?!"
"Can you give Wanqing a message? Let's treat her to dinner."
"Yeah, let's treat her to dinner."
"We were not sensible before, can you tell her not to take some things to heart?!"
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While Wang Xiaomin accepted their flattery calmly, she hummed with a smile: "You want me to give you a few nice words and then ask someone out?!"
Everyone nodded.
Wang Xiaomin smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed to slits, and she was so brilliant: "Now that I know that I have offended someone and that I am about to die, why did you go there in the first place?! Get out of here -"
After lunch break, Yang Mufan started to work in the afternoon.
Mu Wanqing didn't want to disturb Yang Mufan's work and wanted to take her son back to Xishang Courtyard.
But Prince An An disagrees.
Life and death depend on being in the office.
In the end, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to accompany him in the office.
Yang Mufan couldn't get into the mood at first, but later, when Yang Muan had enough trouble, he lay softly on the sofa and fell asleep.
It was finally quiet in the office, and there was no more screams from him. Yang Mufan soon entered an extremely efficient working state.
Although Mu Wanqing had very little communication with Yang Mufan, since she came to the company, except for a few words about her son with Yang Mufan, she had never said anything else.
However, she had always noticed that ever since Yang Mufan sat in the executive chair and turned on the computer to open the information contract, his eyebrows had been deeply knitted.
The son fell asleep, and his brows gradually calmed down.
Originally, she wanted to take advantage of Yang Mufan's obsession with work to secretly leave with her son in her arms.
However, before she had even taken two steps, Yan Mufan's mellow and deep magnetic voice came faintly: "Take your son and go to the lounge to sleep."
Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment. When she regained her composure, she nodded repeatedly and carried her son into the office, to admire Mufan's personal lounge.
The moment she opened the door, a scent unique to Yang Mufan's body hit her overwhelmingly.
Mu Wanqing held her son, who was so sleepy that he screamed softly, and stood at the door in shock for a long time before she gradually came back to her senses.
Yang Mufan's lounge is dominated by black and white. The low-key and luxurious decoration exudes a touch of masculine fortitude.
Although it is too harsh, but... I wonder if Mu Wanqing is a woman and does not have the ability and perseverance of a man, or for some other reason, she feels very safe in such an environment, with an indescribable sense of peace and security.
, as if even if the sky fell, she would not be afraid.
Mu Wanqing gently placed her son on the black bed, which was embroidered with a picture of the "Admiration" family Teng in luxurious gold thread, took off his polished leather shoes that were on Yang Mufan's trousers, and then
Lift up the quilt and cover him.
She tucked up his back and prepared to go out to see if she could wipe Yang Mufan's pants with a handkerchief. Unexpectedly, before she could get up in time, Yang Muan suddenly pouted her little mouth and called out "Mom" in an unclear voice.
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Listening to her son's soft and milky murmurs, Mu Wanqing felt that her heart was so soft that it was about to melt.
She lowered her head, kissed her son's little nose gently, and then said dotingly: "Mom is here, sleep well, mom is always here to accompany you."
Yang Muan, who had been taking a nap for two hours, was forcefully shaken awake by Mu Wanqing.
It is a rare occasion for his son to come to the company. In order to spend more time with his son, Yang Mufan's work is coming to an end at this moment.
However, when he saw his son just waking up and sitting on the sofa stupidly, not moving at all, with a blank look on his face, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He thought that his son had inherited all his excellent genes in every aspect, but... for the first time today, he discovered that he had just woken up and was so confused that he had inherited Mu's stupidity.
Wanqing.
Although he was a little unhappy, but... Yang Muan's silly and stupid look at this moment, which his brain could not react at all, was really cute and funny.
Yang Mufan couldn't control his emotions at all.
Mu Wanqing was making milk for her son. When she saw the man who usually had a cold and stern face suddenly smiled so unreservedly without any warning, she asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?!"
Yang Mufan, who has always had extraordinary self-control, restrained his emotions in the blink of an eye.
Returning to his usual cold and indifferent tone, he said expressionlessly: "It's nothing."
Mu Wanqing didn't care either.
He walked up to Yang Mu An, patted his silly little face, and asked in a low voice: "An An, you haven't recovered yet?! Open your mouth and drink some milk."
Yang Mufan opened his dark eyes that were staring at the computer screen and looked straight at his son.
Seeing him open his mouth obediently, and then drink milk "gulu gulu", admiring Fan's eyes, which are deeper and more mysterious than black holes, there is a smile, like ripples on the surface of a lake, spreading slowly bit by bit.
Wen Xiaorou was wearing an off-white windbreaker, standing stiffly next to a big tree at the side entrance of MB Company, looking palely at a few meters away: Yang Mufan and Mu Wanqing, each holding Yang Muan's hand, slowly walking away from her.
Exit through the revolving glass door.
When the three of them stood at the door waiting for the driver to drive over, Yang Mufan noticed that Yang Muan's shoes were not properly put on, so he knelt down, held Yang Muan's pitifully small feet, and carefully put them on.
In the few years that I have known Yang Mufan, he always had a cold and unsmiling attitude. No matter how big something happened, the expression on his face was always calm, giving people the illusion that he didn't care and didn't care.
Even if he smiles at you, there is no trace of smile in his eyes.
However, at this moment, the look on his face when he looked at Yang Mu An was as intense as fire, with such pampering and love.
On a late autumn day, at noon, the sun was still shining and warm, but now, the wind was blowing coldly and there were dark clouds.
The sky is dark and heavy.
Wen Xiaorou felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and was about to suffocate to death.
In less than three minutes, a black car stopped in front of Yang Mufan and the others.
Yang Mufan opened the car door, and Mu Wanqing got in naturally. He stuffed his son in, and just as he was about to sit on it, the cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly started beeping.
He stiffened for a moment, then stood at the door of the car, took out his mobile phone, and scanned the screen. Wen Xiaorou saw him turn around and walk away a few meters, and then she connected the phone.
"Xiaorou, is something wrong?!" Yang Mufan's gentle and sweet voice came through the receiver, making Wen Xiaorou's nose sore that tears were about to roll down her face.
She forced herself to suppress her trembling voice, and then begged in a low voice: "Mu Fan, where are you now?! Are you off work?! Sheng Sheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. Can you come to the hospital to stay with him, okay?!"
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