891. Chapter 891 Uncle, let's go secretly to Mom's room...
"...Uncle, uncle, An An's cactus has bloomed. Uncle, uncle, mother didn't lie to An An. Mom said that when An An's father comes back, the cactus will bloom many beautiful little flowers. Uncle, look, An An's cactus will bloom."
The cactus has many small pink flowers..."
The cactus he raised bloomed, and Yang Mu An was really excited and happy.
After shouting at Yang Mufan, he jumped down from the chair and flew toward the door. He wanted to tell his mother the good news.
When Yang Muan's extremely excited shouts came from the living room, Yang Mufan stood by the window and stared at the pink cactus flowers outside the window without blinking. With the cold night wind, they were blooming in the darkness and silence.
In the night, it swayed gently and bloomed to its fullest. For a moment, he was in a trance...
When Mu Wanqing was dragged into the room by Yang Muan with brute force, she happened to see Yang Mufan's tall and perfect figure standing sideways by the window. He was obviously so tall and upright, but it made people feel lonely and lonely.
"Mom, come on, go over and take a look at An An's cactus. An An's cactus is really blooming. It's so beautiful and cute."
Yang Muan grabbed Mu Wanqing's hand and dragged her forward.
Mu Wanqing was forced to walk to Yang Mufan's side and watched as her son climbed onto the chair and lay by the window to look at the cactus.
Seeing her son's eyes sparkling with joy, Mu Wanqing leaned over, touched his little head, and then said: "An'an, mom really didn't lie to you, right?! Mom said, as long as An An listens to mom
If you want to make a wish to the cactus every day, the cactus will help An An realize her wish one day. An An, the cactus has bloomed, are you happy?!"
"Yes." Yang Mu An nodded heavily, "Mom, An An is very happy."
Mu Wanqing smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons. She said: "As long as An An is happy. An An, mother tells you that the cactus has bloomed, but you must continue to listen to mother and be a good girl."
Good boy, do you know? This way, the cactus will not be angry, feel An An is not good, and take back its wish."
When Yang Muan heard this, a flash of panic suddenly flashed through his dark eyes. He asked innocently: "Mom, why did the cactus take back its wish?! It has bloomed, which means it has agreed to help An An realize her wish. It has
Why should you take your wish back?!"
Mu Wanqing patiently explained: "That's because the Cactus Fairy likes good and obedient children. If An An is too naughty and makes the fairy unhappy or angry, she will take back her wish. If someone makes An An angry, An An will
Would you still give your things to others?!"
Yang Muan frowned, thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head decisively: "No!!"
"That's right. The Cactus Fairy can do it too. When she is angry, she will take back her magic and not help An An realize her wish." Mu Wanqing looked at her son who seemed to be frightened, and there were faint tears in her eyes.
She was heartbroken, but... thinking that he had been too naughty recently, and if she didn't think of a way, he would definitely become like Sheng Sheng, Mu Wanqing could only grit her teeth and endure it.
She lowered her head, kissed her son's beautiful face gently, and then said, "Don't be afraid, An An. As long as An An obeys her mother and father, the Cactus Fairy will always like An An and will never take her wish back."
Yang Muan was silent for a while, and then asked pitifully: "Mom, if An An disobeys, won't the Cactus Fairy let dad come back?! Then what will he do to dad?! Send him back to Mars?!"
"..." Standing aside, listening to the conversation between Mu Wanqing and her son, Mu Fan was particularly moved. When she heard her son's last words, her temples bulged.
Where to send it back?!
Mars?!
What kind of damn nonsense is this?! He actually said that he was sent to Mars by the cactus fairy?!
He is obviously always on earth, okay!!!
Mu Wanqing felt Yan Mufan's fiery and sinister gaze, and was naturally frightened. She quickly changed the subject, reached out to hold her son down, and then said in a sweet voice: "An'an, it's very late. Mom will take you to take a bath, and then go to sleep."
, okay?!”
However, before walking a few steps, Yang Mufan suddenly said in a low voice: "I'm going to help my son take a bath, and you can change him to a clean set of bedding."
Mu Wanqing spent two hours cleaning up the rental house before cleaning it up.
When she was dusty and entered the bathroom to take a bath, Yang Muan, who had just turned on the water in the shower and put on her bear pajamas, suddenly carefully poked her little head out of her room.
However, when Yang Mufan put on the large version of the bear pajamas, no part of his body felt comfortable.
He has never even worn such childish clothes as a baby.
Now he was actually wearing cartoon pajamas, with a short bear tail on the back of his pants, and he almost fell to his knees.
However, he felt that he had owed his son too much in the past few years. He felt very guilty for not being with him when he needed him most.
Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied or uncomfortable he felt, he still gritted his teeth and put it on.
Looking at his son wearing khaki bear pajamas, standing at the door, his head stuck out of the ajar door, leaving only his back dragging a small tail, admiring Fan Ying's sharp eyebrows frowning, not to mention how tight they were.
He asked: "An'an, it's 11:20 now, it's already very late. You should go to bed and rest. If you don't obey me, aren't you afraid that I will be sent back to Mars by the cactus fairy..."
However, before Yang Mufan could finish speaking, Yang Muan suddenly retracted his neck, turned his head and made a "shush" gesture towards him: "Uncle, you spoke too loudly, what should I do if my mother hears you?"
"..." Yang Mufan was confused. He had no idea which play his son was singing in.
Before he could figure it out, Yang Mu'an suddenly walked out of the room quickly and ran towards Mu Wanqing's room.
As he ran, he shouted to Yang Mufan: "Uncle, come quickly. Uncle, let's secretly go to mother's room. Hurry up, shush, keep your voice down..."
Yang Mufan was puzzled. He didn't understand why this little guy called him to Mu Wanqing's room. Even if it was to do something shameful, as his son Yang Mufan, did he need to be secretive?! Even if he killed someone and set a fire, he could do it.
Be fair, swagger, and walk through the market.
Of course, it was impossible for Yang Mufan to sneak in, but... After Yang Muan completely changed his face and grinned at him with an angry face, he finally surrendered and cooperated very well: leaning on his body and tiptoeing.
, like a thief, hiding here and there, crawling towards Mu Wanqing's room...
Naturally, while he was being wretched, losing class, and losing momentum, he was moving forward with a black line on his head and a stern handsome face. He was gritting his teeth and wanted to kick this son with a hole in his brain into outer space.
Mu Wanqing was clearly taking a shower, and they could go to her room as if nothing had happened, but why bother crawling there like this? Does it make sense?!o(╯□╰)o
This is definitely the most embarrassing and meaningless thing that I have ever done in my life.
Yang Muan's little buttocks were raised, and Yang Mufan crawled in.
Of course, Yang Mufan has received training from the special forces. For things like crawling and crawling, his movements are stylish and handsome. How can he be like Yang Muan, who is like a caterpillar, with his little butt just sticking out constantly, which is so ugly.
Yang Mufan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his son's gourd, and was worried that he would lose his temper, so he could only follow it in a very stupid way.
He absolutely, resolutely cannot let Nan Juefeng and the others know about this matter, otherwise... he will definitely not be able to turn around in this life.
When Yang Mu'an finally reached Mu Wanqing's bedside table, he quickly got up and leaned against the cabinet mysteriously. While reaching for the cabinet, he turned around and wanted to lower his voice and ask his father not to speak too loudly.
, Unexpectedly, the moment the little prince turned his head and saw Yang Mufan crawling forward, he immediately became unhappy and criticized him unceremoniously: "Uncle, your movements are so ugly and ugly."
"..." Yang Mufan started sweating. So ugly?! So ugly?!
It's good that he didn't dislike him or laugh at him, but this brat actually came back and bit him back?!
anger!!!!!!
Yang Mufan couldn't bear it anymore and asked unconvincedly: "Come on, Prince, tell me how to crawl forward in a way that will be more graceful, more beautiful, and better able to penetrate your longan."
Yang Muan stopped taking the things and fell straight to the ground with a "thud". Then he squirmed on the ground like a caterpillar and said inarticulately: "Uncle, you should
This way. This way it looks better and is cuter. Uncle, if you don’t believe me, you can crawl with me, it’s really easy..."
"..." Yang Mu Fanjun looked at his son who was leaning back and forth on the floor with a dark face. After a brief moment of shock and numbness, he immediately looked at him with disdain and disgust, squinting and lying on the ground to demonstrate his movements.
For my own son.
He has always firmly believed that Yang Muan inherited his intelligence from him, but it was only at this moment that he deeply discovered that Mu Wanqing's IQ was inherited from Mu Wanqing. Oh!!!! It's incredible!
The medicine can save me!!!!!! Can he not want such a stupid son? Can he turn his back and admit it?! It’s so embarrassing!!!!!!╰_╯
Ps: When I was writing this chapter, Feifei was almost laughing to death. Feifei thought An An was so cute and cute!!!!!! This morning, the computer broke down, it went blue screen, and then it couldn’t be turned on.
, then Feifei went out for repairs and didn’t come back until after two o’clock in the afternoon. At about four o’clock, Feifei was going to practice driving, and it was too late to write the article. Feifei will update it early tomorrow!!!
pps: Some readers are really ugly. There was a computer problem today. I immediately posted on Weibo and 69 Book Bar to inform everyone. I also took photos with my mobile phone and sent them, but the computer had a blue screen and could not be accessed... Some readers said
I was looking for various reasons not to update, or to update less often. I'm also sorry for the situation, but I just casually slandered Fei without clarifying the situation, which made me very angry. If I don't explain, a group of readers jumped out and accused me.
: If you don’t update, please explain the situation and take some responsibility. I explained it and said I was lying. Just say, what do you want me to do?! Lock myself in a dark room, don’t eat, don’t sleep, and don’t get along.
Contact with the outside world, working 24 hours a day to write updates for you to read?! Are you a fool, or am I a fool?! If you can’t wait, you can keep the article, or you can discard it, I have no objection. As for my updates, I am in the circle of friends
Big means that there are too many things, it means that coding is slow, and it means that it cannot match the tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of updates made by other authors every day. Is that okay?! I am an independent individual. I have my own style. Don’t compare others with me.
Compare! If you want me to update faster, it’s better to shut up and stop making irresponsible remarks. If you don’t understand, just slander. No one. You degrade the other person to nothing, but you want the other person to greet you with a smile and continue to slap you. At least.
I saw those messages that clearly wanted me to add updates, but the words were unpleasant. Not only would I not add updates, I would only not update them if they were offline. Today, Fei was too angry, so I will definitely not update tomorrow. What exactly is that?
It’s time to recover, let’s see how Fei feels. As for the readers who silently support Fei because of some weird readers, I can only say I’m sorry. I’m too angry, and I’m too lazy to write a manuscript. It’s a thankless job, and I’m being despised.
